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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I have to agree. There’s nothing more to ask. Some might say getting married on what appears to be a whim after dating for a mere couple of weeks is insane. Those same people would have probably told us starting a church as two freshly minted pastors was insane too, but we made it work. Clearly, the world has its doubting Thomases, but I am not one of them because marrying Mira is absolutely right.

Our very new wife tilts her head, looking up at us with her gorgeous chocolate eyes.

“Well …,” she begins.

“What is it?” I rumble.

She’s looking at us like she has a question. Is there something that we’ve missed? I want Mira to feel like her wedding was perfect. I can understand wanting to do something a little more lavish than standing around a tiny New York apartment, but hopefully, we can give her something more in the future. There’s time.

“Well,” she says again, “it would have been nice to have been wearing white.” Her fingers grip the edge of her dress collar before letting it fall back into place playfully.

I look down at my clothes. I’m not really clothed to get married either. While my shirt is nice, a tuxedo would have been better.

“We can always do it again, with a little more fanfare the second time around. Nothing is impossible,” Jason says.

“Really?” Mira’s eyes light up.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want,” I say gently, pulling her close.

She looks down at the ground and then up at us from under her lashes. She licks her lips.

“There is something I’d like to do right now, if it’s okay with you guys.”

“And what’s that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

She smiles seductively, her grip on my hand tightening. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips, and immediately we go hard in anticipation.

16

Mira

I’m officially a married woman. There’s a ring on my finger placed by there by two men whom I adore. I’m so happy, I could burst from all the excitement. Of course, this is a little crazy because we’ve only known each other intimately for a few weeks, but then again, why not? Citizens of other nations have arranged marriages, where the bride and groom don’t meet until their wedding day, and those marriages have real staying power.

With a coy look, I gaze at my husbands.

“I’m ready,” I breathe.

They seem to grow in size before my very eyes.

“We’re ready too,” growls Jason.

“After you, sweetheart,” invites Jordan, gesturing to the hallway.

I clasp their hands in mine while leading my two husbands to a bedroom on the right. I’m not sure whose room we’re in, but it doesn’t really matter. Anything with a bed will suffice.

The door closes behind us, shutting softly. There’s a giant mattress in front of us that looks absolutely inviting, with a blue coverlet and some pillows. The room is quite stark, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that my husbands are here to consummate our marriage in the true way that a husband loves his wife.

The only problem is that I don’t know what to do next. Sure, I’ve given them my bottom and enjoyed every moment of it, but now, doing it straight? My hands shake with nerves and anticipation.

The gorgeous men must sense my hesitation because Jason comes around to my front, still holding my hand.

“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful,” he begins. “We’re married now, which means we have all the time in the world. We only have to do what you want to do. Do you still want to?” Jason trails off and raises his eyebrow. While he’s talking, Jordan gently unzips the back of my dress and I gasp from surprise.

“Yes, I want you, I want both of you.” I breathe while looking over my shoulder at Jordan. He pushes the sleeves of my dress off of my shoulders and it stays upright, but I can feel the AC wafting down my exposed skin, giving me goosebumps. I turn back to Jason.

“Let’s start slowly, okay?” he asks soothingly.

I nod. That sounds good. This whole thing is totally new to me, and knowing my husbands will be gentle helps. That way, I don’t feel any pressure to perform or be perfect.

Leading me by the arm, Jason guides me to the bed. Soon, my calves bump against the mattress and I look at them with wide eyes. In response, Jason pulls my dress off my body, the fabric pooling at my feet. Now, I’m wearing nothing but skimpy purple lingerie, my huge breasts straining at the lace.

“Did you wear this just for us?” he rasps, his finger rubbing up and down my bra strap with appreciation.

“Maybe?” I smile. “I didn’t know I’d be getting married today, otherwise I would have put on something white.”

Jason suddenly spins me around and slaps my ass. I gasp, surprised with the sudden turn of events. But then again, this is what Jason likes to do: keep me on my toes. I moan a bit, my ass growing red.


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