Playing With Her Priests Read online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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“Are you alright?” he asks in a low voice for my ears only.

“Mm-hm,” I manage to murmur, and then that his tip enters just a bit and I let out a breathless sigh. His entrance into my body is slower and softer, his shaft pulsing at a gentle pace. I feel every ridge of his cock being eased into my body, rubbing down my insides.

I take deep breaths to keep myself relaxed, shuddering a bit. Oh god, this feels so good, and I’m still slick with Jason’s cum.

Jordan fully embeds himself inside of me now, and then takes a moment to sit there. He pulls out just as slowly, going all the way to almost the tip before pushing back in. His pace is excruciatingly slow while reigniting the flames of desire.

“Oh yeah, there’s plenty of lube,” he rasps. “Sloppy seconds always make things easier.”

My throat is raw from all the screaming, so the noises I’m making now are softer, higher pitched, and they almost sound like mini prayers. Feeling this good can only be something holy.

Tears prick the edges of my eyes as my body is twisted into even tighter knots. It’s looking for another release, as I approach a massive, sensual hill.

“Jesus Christ,” Jordan grunts. His pace picks up, pushing into me with a little more force. I rock back and forth with him, my bottom shaking with each pound. I’m about to fall off the edge but manage to hold on for a couple more seconds.

But I can’t keep it up, and suddenly orgasm rips through me again. I scream all kinds of something as Jordan rides me hard. He lets out a huge roar, and then I feel him spill into me not too long afterwards. His cock jerks inside, filling me with my second dose of jism. Oh my god, is this really happening? I can’t believe I’ve become a receptacle for these two godly men.

“Fuck,” Jordan pants. “Who knew?”

My mind echoes those sentiments as Jordan pants and strokes my narrow back before leaning forwards. His face rests into the crook of my next, nuzzling against my skin.

The two of us stay plastered to the desk, trying to catch our breaths before pulling apart. Actually, I just stay lying against the tabletop while Jordan pulls himself out. The sensation is heavenly and I squirm again, my bottom slightly sore.

“Oh she likes it,” rumbles Jason approvingly. “She looks so good like this,” he says.

Jordan’s low voice joins him.

“Yeah,” he growls. “She looks used.”

Oh god, are they talking about me? It must be. After all, I just had two different men inside of my ass back to back, and it was incredibly sensual and fulfilling. It may have been just my second time having sex, but it was absolutely perfect. There was nothing I would do differently.

Besides, who knew that I was made to accommodate multiple male animals? I always thought I was a one-man type of girl, but evidently not. Even though my heart’s still racing, a warm sense of well-being floods my soul. I love what just happened and close my eyes in bliss.

But Jordan and Jason are moving around behind me. Someone pulls down my dress, covering my wet pinkness and sore ass. I’m panty-less because Jason ripped them off, and the fabric is probably in tatters in some corner of the room. But who cares? Not me.

I’m picked up from the desk, arms going under my armpits, and carried over to the couch. I open my eyes drowsily to see Jason looking down at me. He tenderly pushes my hair from my forehead, and then fluffs a pillow to lie my head down on. I’m too tired to say a single thing. I’m sure it’s almost time for us to go to the Sunday service, but I can’t even think about walking out into the church right now. I feel delirious, like I’m high on something.

“Why don’t you stay here for now? Jordan and I are going to go give our sermons. You should probably rest,” Jason says.

I try to protest by getting up, but the pastor pushes down on my shoulder.

“You really should rest, sweetheart. We’ll be back for you in a few hours, okay?”

I nod. He’s probably right, and I am tired. In fact, I can feel myself slipping away. My limbs don’t want to move a single inch, but it’s a good kind of tired. The kind that comes from knowing that your energy was well spent.

Plus, I don’t think I could come off as coherent in the next couple hours, and I definitely don’t want the other parishioners to guess, even if I have such a delightful secret now. With another happy sigh, I shut my eyes and it’s off to dreamland within a few seconds.

I wake up, and sit up, a little startled. Where am I? Oh god, that’s right. I’m in Pastor Jason’s office, but neither one of the men are back yet. Hurriedly, I scramble up. Where are they? Within moments, I hear the low rumble of Jason’s voice, and then the congregation answering in a chorus. Services must still be going on. I’ll hide here for a wee bit longer.


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