pop from her lips. “Yes, please, Michael.”
The pagan brought her head back to his crotch. “Greedy little witch.” As her head bobbed, he looked across her back at Michael. “I want to spill inside her mouth while you pump into her pussy.”
Michael pressed in, and groaned as her hot wetness clasped his cock. The feel of her squeezing his shaft made his hips recoil and thrust heavily against her as he gave her his full length.
“That’s it,” Troy crooned. “That’s what she needs. Suck my cock while Michael fucks you, sweet lady. Show us how much you need us to pleasure you.”
Michael couldn’t stop himself from plowing into Summer’s tightness any more than he could avert his gaze from her mouth as it rode the pagan’s stiff penis. His hips bucked against her, and when he crouched over to cup her bobbing breasts he felt her trembling.
“Help me play with these lovely tits.”
Troy nodded, and his hands joined Michaels as they caressed her. “Later we can suck them together and play with her little nub until she comes.”
Summer groaned, her whole body shaking now.
Michael felt his balls drawing tight and shifted his hands to her hips. “I can’t hold back.”
“Not anymore,” Troy said as he and Summer began to fade away. “Come to us, Brother.”
Summer lifted her head and gave him a pleading look. “Soon, Michael. You have to come soon.”
“Summer.”
Michael sat upright, and looked down to see his own hand pumping his stiff penis. He wanted her so much he had been masturbating in his sleep, something he had never before done. He felt a stab of loneliness so acute it bit into his chest like a blade.
At least she and the pagan had each other. All he had were dreams that could not come true. So he would sin alone.
Slowly Michael sat back, and watched his cockhead grow darker as he continued to stroke his shaft. The remorse he should have felt for yet again violating his vow of celibacy never rose inside him, nor did he feel particularly disgusted by his fantasy of sharing Summer with Troy. Everything about it had felt immensely arousing––and completely right.
Michael imagined Summer’s luscious mouth suckling the pagan’s cock while his own pushed deep inside her pussy, and he came like a fountain, his shaft jerking over and over as the thick jets spurted over his fist.
He fell back and closed his eyes, enjoying for once deep satisfaction from an act that usually felt hollow and shameful.
“Thank you, Brother.”
CHAPTER TEN
ERICA BUCHANAN FINISHED reading through an ancient book of the dead and carried it back into the warded vault where the coven kept books considered too dangerous to leave out in the open. The sly passages about necromancy had been very detailed, and reading through them left her feeling as if her mind were coated with a thin layer of foul slime, but at least she knew now that what Summer had done with her dandelions was probably not a product of an evil nature.
As I know only too well.
Erica’s single brush with the most evil-natured being she had ever encountered had nearly killed her before altering her life forever.
As she closed the vault and resealed the spells guarding it, the door to the library opened, and Abel came in to scowl at her.
“You should be abed, madam.”
She sniffed. “You should mind your own business, sir.” She went back to the desk to collect the notes she had made for Troy. “Am I needed?”
“You are always needed.” Abel came around the desk and pulled her into his arms. “That is why you should be abed, with me.”
Erica smiled as he bent his head to kiss her, and when he tried to heft her up in his arms she broke off the kiss with a laugh.
“Abel Atwater, we are too old to be doing this in the library, of all places.”
“Well, then, should we do this?” He plunged his hand in the front of her blouse to gently squeeze her plump breast. “Or perhaps this?” His other hand splayed over her
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