Page 45 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
Hawke's oblivious to my sinful thoughts though, as he returns his tip to my opening and pushes inside ever so slowly.
I groan at the exquisite torture of it, as he slides into me bit by bit. I want to beg, scream, cry out for more. But Hawke has a mean streak, and I just know he'd do the opposite, so I bite my lip and moan as he fills me with his dick.
Eventually, he's in and my cunt clenches around him, hugging him tight, making him groan.
"Jesus Christ, Natalia. Your pussy is like a clamp; it makes me want to blow my load right now." He withdraws halfway and pumps back in with absolutely zero urgency. It's utterly maddening, and I'm panting so hard I'm starting to see stars. "Good thing I'm no amateur." He gives me a wicked grin and adjusts his position so that he's sort of kneeling, his legs spread wide for balance and his cock still firmly entrenched inside me.
He reaches out and palms my tits in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he continues his lazy pace with small thrusts of his hips. Bound as I am, I'm totally helpless to make him move faster, to give me what I want. And that’s exactly what he wants …
"You're dying to say something; I can see it all over your face," he comments, pinching my nipples sharply and making me cry out. "I'm impressed that you haven't cracked yet. Maybe you really can be trained." His fingers pinch my nipples again, but I'm expecting it this time and just moan into the sensation.
A noise from somewhere else in the church makes me gasp, and I look askance at Hawke, who frowns in the direction of the noise, over my head. When he sees who it is, he simply rolls his eyes and continues thrusting into me.
Just as I open my mouth to ask what's going on, I get my answer with the smell of cigarettes and bourbon as Arsen licks the side of my face.
"Arsen," I moan, feeling my pussy tighten with excitement that he's come to join us. He'd been so silent since Hawke began tying me down, I really had forgotten he was there.
"Natalia," Hawke sighs, gripping my waist tight enough to bruise, "What did I tell you about speaking?"
I mew a small, half-hearted protest, but it's Arsen who responds. "Don't stress it boss, I'll take care of this naughty mouth." He meets my gaze, upside down as he leans over me from above, and his own ice-blue eyes flickering with insanity. I have a solid idea of what he means by that, and I can't fucking wait.
My tongue darts out of my mouth and drags over my lips suggestively as Arsen's hand caresses my throat.
"Fine," Hawke grunts, "but hurry the hell up. We're expecting a visit from Sister Frances later, and I still need to clear all of this up."
"Yes, sir," Arsen mocks, hauling himself up onto the altar above my head and tossing his robes back dramatically. He's already freed his cock from his black slacks, and he slaps it against my cheek as he positions himself. "Open up, Miss Petrova. I wanna see you suck my cock just as good as you did Colt's in the confessional."
Awash with excitement and arousal, I open my lips as commanded and Arsen roughly jams his dick down my throat without ceremony. For a moment, I choke and panic, but my years of experience reign supreme as my throat relaxes, and I suck air through my nose.
"Fuck yeah, bitch. Just like that," Arsen growls, fucking my mouth as I do my best to suck and lick at his shaft. Without hands, I can only do so much, but the helplessness seems to be half the turn on here.
Hawke, too, increases his pace, pounding into my pussy like he has something to prove. It's a shame I can't see him, what with Arsen straddling my face, but just knowing the two of them are screwing me with their collars and robes on is sending me into a spiral that I just know will result in multiple orgasms.
From the way my head is tilted, all I can see—other than Arsen's balls—is the side door to the church and the wooden cross hanging over it.
Gagged as I am with Arsen's cock, all I can do is moan as these two dirty fake priests take me hard and fast. Hawke's fingers dance across my clit, flicking and pinching at my ultra-charged nerve endings, and I release a muffled scream along with my first orgasm.
There's more to come, though; I can feel them building like a set of waves and the third is always the biggest.
Just as I think I'm about to skip into my second, Hawke withdraws from me completely. I cry out a protest around Arsen's dick, trying to wiggle my tightly bound hips in encouragement, but I barely move an inch.
