Page 127 of Blissful Devotion

There’s no way, and yet here I stand looking at the best ass I’ve ever seen presented like the gift it is, a beautiful purple heart gem sitting between her cheeks.

I don’t even realize I’m moving until I’m on the bed, my hands caressing the soft skin of her back before coming to a rest on the top of her ass as I get a much-needed closer look.

“Cherry…” I choke out that nickname, but nothing else makes it out. I have no idea what I want to say as my brain turns to mush, but I feel her tense a second before she squirms and I’m about to fucking lose it.

“We encountered a situation last week that reminded me our lovely fiancé has yet to be properly filled.” I turn to look at my brother, who stands near the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

I’m not at all surprised when I find Kat’s gaze glued to him.

“Fuck, I don’t know how you waited,” Des says as he falls into a chair he pulled up to the other side of the bed. The boxers he managed to throw on before we came up here are gone now as he grips his already hard again cock and hisses, his eyes glued to the same spot my gaze goes back to.

I’d love to know the answer to that too, but it doesn’t really matter; all that matters is they did, and now I have the love of my life on her hands and knees, a butt plug in her beautiful ass, in preparation for me.

Best Christmas ever, by far.

I don’t realize I’d said the words aloud until Kat’s gaze meets mine over her shoulder and she beams at me.

“Nathan’s been helping me,” she tells me, her voice quiet but still a mess from the sex or maybe from the building anticipation.

“I bet he has.” I turn to look at my brother, now down to his boxers, moving to the head of the bed where he climbs up and gets comfortable on the pillows.

“Come here, My Queen,” he tells her, beckoning her with a curl of his finger. I see the shiver that hits her at his commanding tone, and I pat her ass, needing her to hurry. I don’t know how much longer I can resist.

She crawls up his body, slowly, as if uncertain, but Nate has other plans.

“Katherine.” The command is impossible to miss, and her head snaps up to meet his gaze. “Come. Here.”

She crawls closer, until they're but a breath away, noses nearly touching.

A wicked smile curls his lips as he tucks a finger under her chin and forces her head up.

“Good girl,” he growls, sealing his lips to her in a kiss that will no doubt make her hornier, though I’m sure that’s the point.

When he pulls away, he looks only mildly frazzled, but for him, he might as well be spiraling.

“You’re going to ride my cock until you're about to come and then stop. Do you understand?”

She hesitates for a moment, and I don’t blame her. That’s kind of brutal, but after a second she nods.

I watch his eyes narrow slightly, and she mumbles a weak ‘yes, sir.’

And does she ever ride his cock…

I’m mesmerized, lost in a fucking trance as I watch her lose herself to her own pleasure, and I’m not the only one.

The room is quiet; the only other sound is our labored breathing as the others no doubt pleasure themselves to the sight of our goddess.

Our future wife, my whole future.

My everything.

With a growl of frustration, I move forward, unable to wait another moment.

I know what Nate’s trying to do: help her relax to make this easier, but I’ll go slow. I just need to touch her.

She’s up on her knees, one hand braced on Nate’s chest, the other tangled in her long red locks as I move in behind her. She doesn’t miss a beat, her hips rocking forward before she presses back, that beautiful ass pressing against my cock so perfectly that I lose it.

I drop my hands to her hips and take over her movements, grinding her down on him and into me in a way that leaves all three of us making sounds that would win an award in a porno.