Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

413. Olivia - Wedding night II

It doesn't matter. All the pain, suffering, and heartache doesn't matter anymore. Not when I'm loved like I never dared dream about, as I've never thought was possible.

Ansel captures my mouth with his lips, shattering my ability to think. His teeth scrape into my bottom lip before letting go of me, leaving me eager for more.

Tyson opens the buttons all the way to my lower back before he slowly pushes the dress down my shoulders. His fingers keep touching me, making me tremble with need. The sleeves go down my arms, exposing more of me. This night they won't only fuck me. They will worship me. Such a thing has never happened to me.

Tyson keeps pushing down my dress until it's past my waist, and he lets it slide along my legs until it pools around my feet, leaving me in a set of matching white laced panties and bra.

Their touches and words make my pussy throb. I want them to fuck me already.

Rueben lets out a low whistle. "You even put on matching lingerie for us," he approves of what he's seeing.

That obvious is it?

Tyson kisses my back, his lips scorching hot. If this...prelude goes on for much longer, I think I'm going to explode.

Jasper takes my right hand to his mouth and sucks on my fingers.

"Oh!" I breathe.

"Are you wet already, Beautiful?" Mose asks.

My pulse quickens. If only he knew how damp my panties are.

Rueben inhales deeply. "She is. I can smell her arousal," he says before sinking to his knees. "These panties will be my most prized possession," he growls before kissing my clit through the thin fabric.

I'll let him jerk off with all my panties if he stops talking and fucks me with his tongue. I would much prefer his cock, because I'm so horny, but tongues are good too.

Rueben keeps kissing my pussy, while Tyson's lips caress my back. Jasper is nipping on my fingers, and Mose and Ansel are toying with my nipples.

feels like I'm a rock in the middle of the ocean, waves of

I beg when I can't

need?" Ansel asks. As if

lips before replying,

I want his fingers deep inside me, while he continues to work on my clit. "More what?"

stop until I give them an honest reply. Not wanting to prolong my suffering,

my palm. "You want our

I say, hoping he won't force me to

what you want,

fucked until all I can remember

but it will take many years for me to forget, to not remember anymore.

stands. "The only ones here

I refuse to let the past in the sanctity of

presses his lips to my cheek. "Such a good

God. I love it when they tell me

us how you'll suck us on

with my guys. With them, it's so hot, especially

lower myself to my knees, my gaze fixed

pants. I reach out my hands to help them get their rock-hard cocks out. Their manly scents make me so wet my

obeys them even before

out of my mouth, eager to taste them. They jerk off while looking at me. I wait like that, with my mouth open while they keep jerking off. After

with it. He's never done so before and the sting

like that," Ansel says, slapping my tits again with the belt. "We are not punishing you. Just

rise inside me, but Ansel doesn't give me time to freak out. He squats in front of me. His hand comes around my neck. His other hand keeps slapping my tits. "You want to please us, right? To make us happy?" I nod. "Then let us love

how pain can be

tongue traces the contours of my mouth. "Just...don't

me. "Remember the