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The sight of the stroking fist made her go still.
She’d known, of course, but …
Raymond met her eyes for an instant before looking to the other priest. Setting the container aside on the floor. Levi carried her to meet him on the steps and, between the two of them, they managed to rotate her body so her back was to Brother Raymond again. Her knees in the water, his arm circling her waist from behind. Levi steadied her shoulders so she didn’t flop face-first into the water.
And then came rooting.
Hot, greased-up flesh pushed down between her clammy cheeks. Rode along her slit, crude and seeking. Her breath labored. Raymond aimed with a fist. One of Levi’s hands moved to her jaw. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and she met green eyes that wanted as bad as any she’d known in a house of Greed.
Fuuuck.
Raymond found the depression where she was slick. Pushed. She sucked in air. He was inside her again, anchored at the base. She had no control of her legs to back him out, to ease the pressure at her deepest point.
And then they were moving.
Her body was parallel to the stairs, and Levi held her up by the shoulders while Raymond locked her to him with a grip at her hips. The pair took the next step down, and then the next, until the men were in to their waists.
Buckeye’s ass and belly were underwater. Her inner muscles clutched at Raymond’s length. An irrational attempt not to fall? A reaction against the pressure? It didn’t matter. The water buoyed her weight. He only had to hold, not to support.
The priest began fucking.
“Ohmygod.” Her eyes rolled back. It was beyond too much.
Fingers tapped her cheek in a light slap. She snapped her attention to Brother Levi, who was shaking his head.
“Profanity,” Mather reminded from his chair.
Jesus, fuck! They don’t let you get away wi—
She squealed when Raymond bottomed out, hard. For only his second time, the priest wasn’t fooling around. He bounced into her with as much force as the water allowed, its interference replacing the usual slap with a floating quality. Whatever he’d smeared over his cock was not washing off; the width of him a continual slick push-pull past her lips.
Levi stepped back, his support going with him, and Buckeye tipped face-first into the moving water. Her back arched in a panic. She whipped her head up into the air with a squawk, hair flapping over her brow in a dripping sheet. Raymond never slowed.
If she used all the muscles along her spine, Buckeye could keep her head above water, which meant she could breathe. It also meant she could see Brother Levi pulling his erection through an open fly. Right about water level.
The percussive sloshing was a blasphemy in the darkened chapel. Some gasping noise like a question rose up out of her throat. Levi traced fingertips under her chin, stepping close and aiming his cock to fill.
T-two? I ca—
He was in her mouth.
Plump, warm flesh slid back over her palate. Male musk painted her tongue, even as hand palmed the top of her head to block a startled retreat.
Both priests moved in her body. Levi now parting her jaw, while Raymond soldiered away at her cunt. There was no arching her back now to raise her head. The thrust of male hips had the surface of the water violent, and Buckeye had to snort whenever it hit her face.
This was it. She had to just be here, now. Helpless. A cut of meat on a spit. A spit that was fucking her. At both ends.
When had the others broken? How had the priests known to stop?
Glassy eyes above a bent neck.
They didn’t. They didn’t stop.
Either they hadn’t known, or …
Buckeye was breaking. She could feel it. But the cracks in her structure ran in a far more terrifying direction.
He won’t stop. Oh god, he won’t stop.
