24. Ophelia
OPHELIA
I’m so turned on, and I want more. I crave deeper contact and being skin on skin with my men. Roman is still licking and sucking me from behind, but I want him naked, too, and my arms around him as he moves inside me.
Then Mal and Cain can take me afterward. Or before. I don’t care the order they fuck me, I just need my men. I want to wash away everything that’s happened, and I want to erase the touch of that filthy pig at the institution.
I shudder and push that image right out of my mind because it’s not conducive to the mood I’m craving.
Cain walks around the bed to stand beside Roman. They’re both behind me, so I can’t see what they’re doing. Roman’s mouth leaves me, and I want to cry, but then two thick fingers push slowly but inexorably inside me.
“Do you feel me?” Cain asks, his voice a low rumble.
I nod, frantic. “Yes, I feel you.”
Cain works his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I clench around them.
“I need you,” I pant.
“We’re here, baby,” Malachi says. His dark eyes glitter with arousal.
“We’re going to make you feel so good,” Roman murmurs.
I wonder what he’s doing, but, when a finger pushes into my ass, I find out. “Oh, my God, that’s so intense.”
“I’m going to fuck you here one day. Not today, Ophelia, but soon, I will.”
Cain joins in. “We’re both behind you, staring at your pussy and your ass as we work our fingers in and out of you, Angel. And do you know what you look like?”
I shake my head. A filthy whore , I think, but it’s my own voice in my head saying those things this time, not the Prophet’s. He’s not here. At least not right now.
“You look like a fucking goddess.” Cain is breathing hard as if he’s jogging, not standing still.
A goddess? That’s a nice thing to be. A good thing. I wish I was someone worthy of such a title.
Malachi touches my chin to raise my gaze to his. “A beautiful fucking nymph of the woods.” Malachi’s gaze remains locked on mine when he speaks.
“You look like salvation.” Roman’s words are so intense and beautiful that they detonate something inside me.
My clit pulses and my inner muscles clench as an orgasm sweeps over me, sudden and unexpected.
I cry out and Roman’s finger in my ass pushes in a little deeper, so the sensations are everywhere.
They are in my pussy, my ass, deep in my belly, too, and setting fire to my skin as it tingles and burns all over.
I cry out and push back against them both as they finger fuck me through the release. When it ends, and they gently withdraw from me, I’m shocked to feel tears on my cheeks. I fall forward onto my elbows and cry as the emotions force their way out of me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Malachi takes my face in his hands and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “Did it hurt? Is it too much? Shit, we shouldn’t have done this.”
“No.” I sniff and gaze up at him. “I want it. I want more.” I smile through the tears, trying to reassure him because I don’t want them to stop this, and I don’t want them to know how truly broken I am.
My parents sending me away to that place, and the terror I felt when I thought Carter would force himself inside me, have shattered something in me.
A last thread of strength that held me together has snapped, and I am not sure if it can be mended.
In this moment, though, I just want to damn well forget.
I don’t need their concerned glances and their soft words. They think they have to worship me and be gentle, but that just makes it worse, because it is a constant reminder of what has happened over the last few days.
I sit up, and Mal’s gaze drops to my breasts before he snaps it back to my face.
Men, they’re all so obsessed with tits. I don’t even have much to look at, but none of them seem to mind.
They love me as I am. They never talk about me being ugly in any way.
Carter did, and many other people in my life have done the same.
They’d call me too skinny, and too pale, a bit weird, and now I have the scar, it only makes me stand out more.
The Preachers always look at me like I’m beautiful and, right now, I want their scorching gazes to burn away my pain. I crave their rough touch to rub away Carter’s filthy fingers on my skin. I need their thick cocks inside me to push out all the despair.
I mirror Malachi and take his face in my hands as I smile up at him. “I want you to take your clothes off, and then I want you to fuck me.” I look behind me at the other two men. “I want you all to take me and come inside me. Mark me as yours.”
“Are you sure?” Mal asks.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” It’s only a partial lie, but it’s one I want to believe.
Malachi rushes to take his clothes off, standing from the bed and stripping down in record time. His cock is hard and wet at the tip. As he kicks his clothes to the side, he grips it and slowly pumps his hand up and down his length.
I lie down and realize, lying like this, lengthways on the bed, my head is near the end again, and near Roman and Cain, too.
I drop my head back as far as I can, so I can see them getting naked.
Malachi climbs back on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He grabs my thighs and pulls me a couple of inches closer. His erection juts from his body, and it fully focuses my attention.
“You want this pussy filled?” His jaw is set in harsh lines, and his face is all angles.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“With all of us?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to take our offerings like a good Angel, aren’t you?” Cain asks.
His fingers brush over my cheeks as he stands above me.
His hands drift down over my collarbone and cup my breasts.
Malachi grips his cock and nudges the head against my pussy, seeking entrance.
I’m already so wet and sensitive from my earlier orgasm that sliding inside me will be easy.
Cain pinches my nipples, elongating them as he pulls and twists.
“Ready for me, baby?” Malachi asks.
“Yes, yes. Give it to me.”
He rams inside me with one fast stroke.
Crying out at the twin sensations, my back arches as Malachi thrusts deep inside me. His face is a mask of concentration, his expression almost angry as he holds himself above me and slams into my pussy.
“Move to one side,” Roman orders Cain, who steps to the side, but still keeps his hands on my tits.
Something taps my cheek, and I turn my face to see Roman standing at the foot of the bed, too, and he has his big cock in hand.
He runs it over my face like a lover’s caress.
I can’t suck him like this, it’s too awkward an angle, but he doesn’t seem to want that.
He’s painting my face, I realize, with his pre-cum.
My cheek first, and then over my nose and lips.
I moan and dart my tongue out to taste him, only catching the very tip of him with the side of my tongue and pulling it back in my mouth to relish the salty flavor.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
Malachi hits a spot deep inside that makes me wail. Holy crap, he’s good at this sex business.
Roman pumps his dick a few times and, as more fluid gathers at the slit, he baptizes me with it.
Cain is still playing with my nipples, seemingly fascinated with them, pinching, twisting and stretching. My breasts might be small, but I love having my nipples played with, and Cain’s rough touch is heavenly. The bite of pain only adds to the pleasure.
In fact, I love the pain, but only when it comes from them. I love being theirs, too. The thing they degrade but also worship.
I can’t believe it, but I can feel another orgasm building.
“Do it, darling,” Cain drawls. “Come again for us. Work that pussy on Mal’s cock and milk him dry.”
His dirty words work their magic, and I come, hard. Mal’s dick hits something deep inside as Cain pulls my nipples, pinching and twisting them.
Fuck, oh God. These men.
Mal swears and stills as he fills me up. He lets his weight fall on me and gathers me into his arms. He presses his face into the hollow of my shoulder, holding me tight.
This is perfection. Sweat-soaked skin against sweat-soaked skin.
I wish this could be my life always.
“My turn,” Cain says, and I sigh happily.