MasukRuth’s POVThey find a rhythm that makes me forget my own name.Daniel thrusts up into my pussy from below in deep, rolling strokes while Rhett drives into my ass from behind in a counter-rhythm.Cole fucks my mouth in slow, measured strokes, his hand cupping the back of my head, while my fingers work Jace’s cock in tight, slick strokes beside me.The sensation of all four of them at the same time is something my body was not designed for and is handling anyway. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.My pussy skin is too tight. I can feel Daniel’s cock pressing against Rhett’s through the thin wall that separates my holes, and every time one of them thrusts deep, the pressure shifts against the other and I feel it everywhere .She’s shaking,” Cole pants, his cock sliding past my lips. “Look at her. The maid of honor is shaking on four cocks the night before her sister’s wedding. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever been part of.”“She can take more,” Daniel says from below me, his e
Ruth’s POVDaniel pushes back inside me, and my pussy swallows his cock like it’s been starving.My back hits the mattress and his hips snap forward. The moan that leaves my mouth is loud enough that Cole clamps his hand over my lips from beside the bed.“Careful, gorgeous,” Cole says, grinning down at me while Daniel fucks me into the mattress. “Your sister’s a light sleeper when she’s hungover.”I should care, but Daniel’s cock is hitting a spot that’s turning my brain to static, and caring about anything other than the next thrust is physically impossible.He hooks my legs over his shoulders and folds me in half and drives deeper. My eyes roll so far back I see the inside of my own skull.Cole moves to my head and feeds me his cock across the pillow, and I take him because my mouth is empty and I don’t want any part of me empty right now.I’m being spitroasted on the groomsmen’s bed with my sister’s snoring coming through the wall, while my hands are searching for something to hold
Ruth’s POVDaniel’s cock pushes past my lips and the weight of him on my tongue is the answer to two years of questions I was too ashamed to ask out loud.He feels thicker than I imagined. The head is smooth and hot and leaking salt onto my tongue as he slides deeper, his hand fisted in my hair, guiding my head at his pace. My jaw stretches around him and I hollow my cheeks and suck.He lets out a groan.“Fuck, Ruth,” he breathes, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself deeper until the tip nudges the back of my throat. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this? Your mouth on me?”I gag around him and spit floods my mouth and drips down my chin. I don’t pull out because the sound he makes when my throat tightens around him is worth every second of breathlessness. My eyes water and I look up at him through wet lashes and the expression on his face — jaw tight, eyes half-closed, the composed man crumbling — sends a throb through my pussy so hard I squeeze my thighs together o
Ruth's POVMy sister is passed out drunk in the next room and I'm standing in the doorway of her fiancé's bedroom because I want to fuck him.The pre-wedding party ended an hour ago. Adrienne — my younger sister, the bride — drank herself into a champagne coma by eleven and her bridesmaids dragged her to bed. I should be in there with her, watching her and being a good maid of honor. Instead, I'm in the hallway, staring at Daniel Kerr through an open door.My feet are carrying me toward him like they've been rehearsing this walk for two years.I noticed him before she did at ahouse party, two years ago. Chestnut brown hair, gray eyes, a jaw that made me forget my own name from across the room. I was walking toward him when Adrienne slid past me, and wrapped around his arm. By the time I reached the spot, she was already giving him her number.Six months ago, I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. The bathroom door at Adrienne's apartment, not fully closed, and Daniel stepping out o
Maren’s POVHe lays me down on the altar on my back. Both of us soaking from the baptistry, water pooling on the stone beneath me, dripping off his body onto mine.The cold stone against my wet skin makes my nipples tighten, and he watches that happen with eyes that have gone completely dark with lust.He reaches for his collar. Unbuckles it from his own throat for the first time, and holds it in his hand, looking at it like he’s saying goodbye to someone.Then he wraps it around my neck, buckles it, and adjusts it so the white band sits snug against my throat.I’m wearing a priest’s collar while lying naked on his altar with his cum still drying on my face and his baptismal water still dripping from my body.The blasphemy of it sends a wave of heat through me so intense my back arches off the stone.“Keep it on,” he says, bracing his hands on either side of my head, lowering himself over me. “I want to see my collar on your throat while I’m inside you.”He lines himself up and pushes
Maren’s POVHe fucks me over the altar like a man exorcising himself.Every thrust is deep, punishing and deliberate, his hands gripping my hips hard enough that I can feel the bruises blooming in real time. My wrists are still bound behind my back with his rosary, the wooden beads biting into my skin every time he slams forward. My cheek is pressed against the cold stone and my mouth is open and the sounds coming out of me is the filthiest hymn ever sung.“This is what you wanted,” he growls behind me, driving deep enough that I feel him in my stomach. “You wanted a priest to lose his mind over your pussy.”“Yes,” I moan into the stone, pushing my hips back to meet him. “Yes, I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me on your altar, Elijah. I wanted to ruin you.”“You have,” he says, and his voice cracks on the word and the raw honesty of it hits me harder than any thrust. He pulls out to the tip and slams back in and the sound of skin against skin echoes off every surface of this ch







