Page 63 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
"You love this, don't you, Natalia?” Hawke growls. “Giving into us. For the life of me, I don't understand it—but I like it."
"You love it," Mace corrects, giving my hair a yank and sliding his cock across my tongue. Hawke teases me with the end of the paddle, working my juices across the leather. The next time he spanks me, it's twice as hard, just to make up for Mace's comment.
The rosary around my neck swings with each movement, a carnal sin that I can't help but enjoy.
The sound of the paddle hitting the floor makes my body tense with anticipation, wondering what Hawke's planning on doing, knowing that he doesn't have quite as much self-control as he pretends he does.
He moves over to the table and retrieves the vibrating cock ring. I can just barely see him from the corner of my eye as he lubes his shaft up and slips it on, the robes caught up on the hard length of his dick as he moves back over to me and lines himself up with my opening. Where his hands grip my hips, my skin tingles, and my body seems to buck of its own accord. Mace keeps me where I am by curling his fingers in my hair.
"This is what happens to naughty girls who stray from their righteous course," Hawke growls, just before he drives into me. Another groan escapes me, trapped by Mace's cock, as the two of them work me from either side. That damn vibrating ring makes it hard to resist, and within just a few thrusts, I can feel myself coming apart at the seams.
The first climax hits me like a freight train, locking my muscles around Hawke's shaft as he forces himself in deep, fighting against the pulsing of my body. My arms get weak, but Mace yanks on my hair, keeping me upright, forcing me to take him all the way to the base.
"If you're not praying Natalia, you should be," Hawke says, pounding into me as Mace growls out a curse and thrusts deep, spilling himself across my tongue. As he pulls out, I struggle to swallow, sucking in as much air as I can. A bit of his seed escapes my mouth, dripping across my lower lip, and I lick it away with a flick of my tongue.
My hand wraps the rosary hanging from my neck as Mace sits back, letting his big body drape into the pillows as he watches us with dark eyes. He isn't done, not yet.
"Father," I whisper, studying Mace in his priestly robes, "forgive me, for I have sinned."
"Back to the classics, now are we?" Mace asks, his lip curving up into a small half-smile. He watches as Hawke pounds me into the bed, putting his hand on the back of my head and forcing my cheek against the mattress for extra leverage. My fingers curl in the sheets as pleasure courses through me, and I try my best to keep it contained. I'm submissive in bed, sure, but they have to work for it. I'm not giving Hawke the satisfaction of a second orgasm just yet.
He pulls out of me suddenly and steps back, cracking a palm against my ass.
"Get up on the bed and straddle Mace's cock," he commands as I glance over my shoulder at him. Looking back at Mace, I can see that he's stroked himself into another hard-on. Scrambling up the sheets, I lift my plaid skirt up around my hips and straddle his muscular thighs. Our eyes meet as Mace puts his hands on my hips and lowers me down around his cock.
Our fearless leader isn't far behind, putting his dick up against my ass as he leans down and growls against my ear.
"Next time you piss me off, you're not getting off so lightly."
He pushes into me slowly, stretching my body as I curl my hands around Mace's shoulders and try to relax. With two thick cocks inside of me, I feel like I can barely breathe. But in a good way. I love it, the two of them inside of me at once. I might be the bottom in this scenario, but it feels like in all the ways that matter, I'm in control here.
I wonder what it'd be like if they were all in here with me ...
The thought is there and gone in an instant, snatched from my mind by Hawke's hand curving around my throat, drawing my head back so he can kiss me. His mouth keeps hold of mine as he drives in with brutal thrusts, claiming my ass while Mace's hands hold my hips firmly in place.
This time, I can't fight the second orgasm. It tears through me like a firestorm, burning me to ashes, but leaving something new and better in its place. I can't explain it, but it's there, this new feeling of belonging, like maybe I've found a home and a family in a place I didn't expect.
