Roman doesn’t push his dick in the way Mal did. Instead, he runs the end of his cock over my lips, painting them with pre-cum. He does this over and over, rubbing himself and pushing more out, until my lips are soaked.
“I like that lip gloss on you,” he says. “Might have to do this every morning you have a class, so you have to wear me on your mouth all day.”
I moan and trail a hand between my legs to touch myself.
“No, you don’t.” Roman shakes his head. “You have to make two of us come first. Then you can finish yourself off while you work at making the third come.”
I whimper but stop from touching myself. I’m so aching and wet, I know my panties will be soaked.
“Angel, you’ll be the death of us,” Cain says.
Mal smirks. “But what a way to go.”
I smile around yet more cock as Roman slowly pushes his way inside.
CHAPTER 41
Cain
WatchingRoman slide his cock into Ophelia’s mouth is so erotic, but also, it’s more than that. This is us claiming her, with all the bullshit finally behind us.
It’s kind of obscene the way the three of us have our cocks out, but are fully dressed, and we’re not letting Ophelia get any relief.
The power dynamic of it all is heady as fuck and, as Roman increases his thrusts, until he’s pushing his dick almost all the way in, Ophelia’s eyes flutter closed.
She’s finding her voice and her power, but in moments like this, she loves the surrender, and there’s nothing wrong with that at all. I’m honored that she feels safe enough with us to explore this side of herself.
It doesn’t take long before Roman pulls out and grips his dick hard. “Shit, I nearly came.”
“Yeah, got too greedy.” Mal sniggers at Roman as he moves to Ophelia and rubs his cock over her tongue, which she sticks out for him like a goddamn porn star.
We carry on like this, stretching it out, all of us seemingly enjoying the increasing desperation throbbing inside of us.
Roman takes over again, pushing his cock deep into her throat for what must be the fifth time. He goes hard and fast, fucking her mouth until she’s drooling and tears gather in the corners of her eyes. Roman curses, gripping her pale hair in his fist, and his legs tremble as he moans and comes down her throat with a couple of jerks of his hips.
Ophelia swallows him down. He pulls out, and she licks her lips and gives him the most seductive under-the-lashes glance I’ve ever seen, and says, “Thank you, sir.”
Holy shit, she’s been reading some dirty books, or watching some hot movies, because where the hell did she learn stuff like this?
“My turn,” Mal says as he puts his cock where only moments before his best friend’s had been. He thrusts into her a few times, her long strands of hair wrapped around his fist, but then he pulls out and takes the hair around his fist and wraps it around his cock.
He uses her hair to masturbate himself, rubbing it over his length, and I bet it feels like silk.
“Fuck, I love your hair,” he says. He thrusts through his fist and her silky strands a few times before grunting and spilling all over his hand and making a total mess of her hair.
“I think I’ll need a shower after that.” Ophelia giggles. Then she sobers as she looks at me. “Cain?”
It feels so right to claim her last. I walk up to her and tip her chin up, making her look at me, and my chest fills with emotion. We’ve come full circle, and now she’s my everything.
She pokes her perfect pink tongue out and licks the end of me, making me hiss at the contact. She moans when she does it again, and I produce a bead of pre-cum for her.
“Do you need to come, Angel?” I ask.
“God, yes.” Her big, dual-colored eyes stare up at me.
I smile, slow and depraved. “Hump my leg, then.”
“What?” She blinks as if she’s misheard me.
