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.

like I'm a rock in the middle of the

I beg when I can't stand all

need?" Ansel asks. As if he doesn't

my lips before

assault of his mouth and tongue. My knees turn weak. I want his fingers deep inside me, while he continues to work on my clit. "More what?" Tyson asks before taking my flesh between his teeth, biting

honest reply. Not wanting to prolong

palm. "You

he won't force me to beg

bone. "Tell us what you want, Baby, and we will

until all I can remember is all of you inside me,"

done to me in the past, but it will take many years for me to forget, to not remember anymore. Being with my guys is so therapeutic; their touches heal me, eliminating traces left behind by those who took from me without

"The only ones here

I refuse to let

presses his lips to my cheek.

when they tell me I'm

wife," Tyson says. "Show us how you'll suck us on

getting on my knees in front of a man. It's so degrading. But not with my guys. With them, it's so hot, especially when I have them down my throat, and they beg me, "Don't

lower myself to my knees, my

me while unzipping their pants. I reach out my hands to help them get their rock-hard cocks out. Their manly scents make me so wet my juices are running down my thighs. "Hands behind your

obeys them even before

off while looking at me. I wait like that,

and hits my tits with it. He's never done so before and the sting takes

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

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

be associated with love, but I trust

of my tongue traces the

the promise I