45. Roman
ROMAN
I hold her in my arms like a precious package and place her on the ground. She stands, a little wobbly and a whole lot dazed. She’s not running now. I don’t think she has the strength.
“Mal and Cain, I want you to lift her over me when I’m ready.”
They glance at me, and I can feel the puzzlement emanating off them in waves. Cain’s mask is totally gone now, and Malachi’s is half pushed up. I tear mine off.
I ignore their silence, which feels like a question, and get undressed. When I’m naked, I lie on the ground letting, my body connect with the earth. This is sacred to me, and I want her offered to me like the sacrificial lamb she is.
After letting my palms connect with the ground for a beat, I take hold of my engorged cock and hold it in place at the base.
“Lift her up, hold her legs wide, and put her down on me,” I order.
Cain’s eyes widen. “Roman, that’s erm, different.”
“Just do it.” I’ll come from the mere thought if they don’t hurry.
I also want them to get on with this so I don’t second guess myself and freak the fuck out.
I’m breaking my vows and also scared my past demons will rise and ruin this for me.
For her. And I swore to her that I wouldn’t let that happen.
I try to focus purely on all the desire pulsing through me and ignore everything else.
They do as I say and hoist her, each holding her with one arm around her back and under her arms, the other holding a leg as they spread her wide for me.
Her pussy is fully exposed to me like this, bared obscenely, and I stare in utter wonder as they lower her over me.
My voice is guttural. “Spread yourself for me, Ophelia and prepare to take me.”
She does as I instruct and reaches down with one small hand, spreading her lips.
Even in the moonlight, I can see how the other Preachers’ cum is dripping out of her.
We’ve made her our little cum slut, and she’s ready for more.
A pulse of pre cum runs down my shaft over my fingers, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
My cock has never been sheathed in a pussy before, and it’s about to be inside the most perfect one I’ve ever seen.
The head of my cock presses to her pussy. She’s swollen and hot, and even this sensation is enough to make me worry I’m going to lose it too fast. The other Preachers strain to hold her in position, their biceps bulging with exertion.
They let her sink down another inch over my cock, and her puffy lips stretch to accommodate my thickness.
I grit my teeth. I won’t come. I will not come.
I won’t come . I repeat the mantra over and over.
There’s no way I can blow this. I’m grateful Mal is still in his mask, as it’s easier to do this without his usually sardonic expression making me feel judged.
Do they judge me? Is this too weird? Then she sinks farther down on me, as they lower her some more, and all my worries flutter away like moths on a summer breeze.
“Ooh.” Ophelia says the word softly as she shivers. She stares down at me. “Do I feel good to you, Roman? Does my pussy feel how you’d always imagined? Even with their cum inside me?”
I can barely breathe. “You feel fucking incredible.”
Her nipples pucker as they lower her a touch more, and she tosses her head, her white-blonde hair shimmering down her back.
I’m finally doing it. I have my cock inside a girl—an incredible girl—and all the fears I’ve held on to about sex vanish.
This is nothing like the abuse I suffered.
This is the four of us, coming together, consensually.
And I remind myself this isn’t about me.
I’m giving her my virginity to make a connection with her.
To make it more powerful than the man who took her.
The feeling of being inside her is mind-blowing. I’ve imagined it, but it surpasses my wildest fantasies. She’s so wet, and warm, and tight. It’s like she was made for me. When she’s seated at my base, Malachi lets go.
“No,” I say gruffly. “You’re going to fuck her on me.”
I don’t know why I want it this way, but them moving her up and down on me is so fucking diabolical that it’s making me feverish with need. If nothing ever happens between me and her again, I’ll fuck my fist to the memory of this forever.
“It’s not exactly easy,” Mal complains as he squats, still holding Ophelia.
“Do you like it?” I grind out. “These two big men pushing you up and down on my cock?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Let me see you touch yourself.”
She does as I instruct, her fingers finding her engorged clit. I feel her inner muscles contract around me. Cain and Malachi bounce her up and down on my dick like she’s nothing more than a sex doll. An object for my cock to fuck into.
“You can’t get away from this. You’re ours now. Cain’s. Mal’s, and soon, mine. When I fill up this pussy, it’s going to contain all three of us. You’ll be our perfect pet then. Ours to play with and do as we please.”
I don’t know where these deranged words are coming from, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“Yes,” she sobs. “Your pet. God, yes.”
She’s strumming her clit like a bad girl, and my gaze feasts on the combined sight of my cock vanishing in and out of her pussy, her tits bouncing, and her touching herself.
I pant my way through my words. “There’s no room in your heart or body or soul for any other man. We are all there is. Do you understand?”
“No other man,” she whimpers.
My two best friends are still lifting her up and down on my cock, but I need more now. This has been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I need to fuck. Really fuck. It’s like an animal need in my body, a basic knowledge I hold, even though I’ve not done this before.
“Let go,” I order them.
They do, and her knees come down either side of me to support herself. I grab her hips and jackhammer up into her.
She slams her hands on my pecs and holds on as I thrust into her so hard she bounces on me.
“I’m coming,” she cries. “Oh, Roman. Oh, God.”
My orgasm hits me at the exact same time. I see the stars above me, feel the wind on my skin, and the ecstasy rushing through my cock. I give this to her, the offering of not only my cum, but an essence of myself.
My energy, my passion and my virginity.
I experience a moment of utter clarity, like I’ve never had before. We’re all connected. The four of us, and the earth beneath us, and the sky above. We’re all one and the same, joined together.
Nothing is going to pull us apart.
The final shocks of my orgasm fade, and I pull her to me and kiss her mouth. The curtain of her pale blonde hair falls around my face, shielding us from the others, like we are blessed with this moment of privacy.
Flipping us around, so she’s on her back, and I’m still between her thighs, I lower my head as I kiss all over her body.
I murmur my words into her skin. “Thank you for that honor, Ophelia.”