The Sinners of Saint Amos: The Full 3-book Boxset

by Logan Fox

  He licks my pussy again, his fingers still deep inside me, teasing me. Then he starts sliding them in and out. “This could be my cock,” he murmurs. “Stretching you. Filling you.”

  I shake my head. “We can’t.”

  His eyes narrow. “That’s not the right answer, Princess.”

  “Cass, come on—”

  He grabs me around the waist and tugs me off the island. His mouth grinds against mine as he drags me back to the edge of the pool.

  And I fall for it.

  Because I think he’s accepted my decision.

  We climb out of the pool. He leads me back into the house, not bothering to pick up my robe, not letting me stop for my clothes.

  But we don’t go upstairs.

  He yanks me away from the stairs when I head for them. When I resist, just for a second, he picks me off my feet and carries me to a chaise lounge in the living room.

  “Hey, I thought we were—”

  “Sorry, my precious little cock tease.” He kisses me again, hard, and drops me on the couch. “This is happening.”

  I push up onto my elbows. “But it’s not—”

  He grabs my hair, yanks back my head. “Say ‘wrong’ one more time…”

  I stare at him, my jaw bunched.

  They treated me like a glass figurine for the last few months. This is the first time one of them is getting even a little rough with me.

  Thank fucking God.

  “It’s wrong,” I tell him.

  He shows me his teeth. “Then I don’t want to be right.”

  Cass straddles me so fast I don’t even have time to fight him. He grabs my wrists, slamming them into the chair above my head. Then he claims my mouth again, kissing me like he hates the fact that I turn him on this much.

  And I can feel just how much he wants me. Every inch of his cock is rock hard as it slides over my belly.

  He shoves a hand between my legs and follows with a knee.

  I have no choice but to let him in.

  As soon as both his legs are between mine, he goes to his knees and rakes his eyes over my exposed body.

  He slaps my pussy hard enough to make me gasp, and then thrusts a finger inside me.

  “You’re not even wet enough for them, why the fuck do you want to go upstairs?” he says.

  I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.

  His lips are on mine, bruising hard, and then his hand is over my slit. He squeezes, massages me, puts pressure on my clit with the base of his palm.

  I moan into his mouth, my legs falling open for him.

  “That’s better,” he whispers.

  His fingers spread my pussy open. He dips his hips, dragging the crown of his cock over my dripping slit.

  “Getting there.”

  He presses the tip of his dick against my entrance, and then pulls back to smear my arousal over my clit.

  The touch is so light, but still electrifying. I lift my hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he just chuckles at me and nips my breast.

  I press my nipple into his mouth, and he teases it with his teeth, his hot, erratic breaths puffing against my skin as he slides his cock along my slit.

  “Fuck, please,” I moan. “Just…”

  “Say it, and I’ll consider it.”

  “Just fuck me.”

  “Hard?”

  “Yes!”

  “Not slow?”

  I groan. “Yes, slow.”

  “So slow and hard?

  “Cass, fuck…please.”

  I’m about to start sobbing.

  He lets go of my wrists. Sits back on his heels. Strokes his dick and studies me. Then he turns his head a little and says, “What do you think, boys? Hard and fast, or soft and slow?”

  I jerk under him, my eyes darting to the dark pools of shadow in the living room.

  Zach and Apollo step forward. They’re still dressed in their pajamas—a pair of boxers for Zach, and a vest and jocks for Apollo.

  They’re both hard. The lust in their eyes is unmistakable.

  Color blazes over my cheeks. Cass slaps my pussy again. “Eyes up here, Trin.”

  My eyes fly back to him. “Cass—”

  “Let them watch,” he says, putting his head to the side. “Maybe if you give them a good show, they’ll still want you when I’m done.”

  When he forces the first inch of cock inside me, everything else ceases to exist. My back arches, a soft sigh escaping my lips. He teases me, keeping just an inch of his dick inside me as he strums my clit.

  I’m so fucking close to coming I almost unravel the second he finally thrusts into me.

  I let out a breathless moan, scraping my nails down his arm.

  He folds down, catching my lips with his. His kiss is deep and soulful as he slowly starts fucking me with every inch of his cock.

  Slow.

  Hard.

  His kiss intoxicates me to the point where the room starts spinning. I stab my nails into his back, then his ass, trying to get him to grind harder against me.

  He groans, his lips trembling against mine. “Jesus, princess, you’re holding onto me so fucking tight.”

  He’s heavy, but deliciously so. And when he starts moving again, it’s slow and steady.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he whispers.

  “Yes.”

  “Then come, princess. I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

  He kisses me again, and slides a hand between us. He massages my clit with his thumb, slowing down until he’s barely moving.

  Then he rams into me, filling me with every inch of his dick.

  Again.

  Again.

  But he doesn’t surrender my mouth. Doesn’t stop teasing my clit.

  When I come, it’s with a shudder and an explosion of bliss deep inside my core.

  He pounds into me, and then his cum fills me. He thrusts again, grunting against my lips, like he wants to get even deeper.

  Everything down there tingles furiously when he pulls out. He keeps stroking my clit, each caress sending new tendrils of pleasure through my body.

  He gives me a last kiss, soft and gentle, as he climbs off me. I lose myself in his mouth, my legs falling open. His cum leaks out of me, and I don’t even care if Zach and Apollo see.

  He’s still kissing me when the couch sinks down between my legs. I try and look, but he grabs my chin and forces me to keep kissing him. And he never stops massaging my clit.

  A cock presses against my entrance.

  I groan, shift. I want to know who it is, but he won’t let me.

  But at soon as that first thrust slams into me, I know.

  I gasp as Zach fucks me, so hard I can’t kiss Cass back anymore. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just rains kisses on my lips and chin until I push him away.

  It’s not fair.

  He had me all to himself.

  When I face Zach, he stops fucking me. But his cock is still buried in me to the hilt. My eyes flutter, but I force them wide. I grab his shoulder, urge him down.

  He moves stiffly, like he’s resisting me.

  But he’s going to have everything, whether he wants it or not.

  I slide my fingers in his hair and rock my hips against him, urging him to fuck me again. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “You can fuck me as hard as you want.”

  There’s a moment’s hesitation, and then he ducks forward and kisses me. His cock draws out, but it slams back a second later.

  Pain, pleasure—they mix and swirl around inside me in a dizzying fog.

  We can barely keep our lips together, but it doesn’t matter. Just the heat of his breath and the caress of his mouth against mine is enough.

  That way, he can breathe in every gasp and catch every moan I make as he punishes me.

  “Are you going to come for me too?” he asks, breathless, fervent.

  “I don’t know,” I tell him. This is fucking torture of the best kind, but whether I can come when he
’s fucking me so hard is anyone’s guess.

  “Make it happen, little girl,” he growls. He straightens, grabs my wrist, and slaps my hand between my legs. “And hurry, because I’m not waiting for you.”

  He grabs my hips, adding even more force to his powerful thrusts.

  “Christ, Zach, you’re going to break her,” Apollo says.

  Zach grabs my hand again, and forces me to touch myself. “You never done this before or something?”

  Tears leak from my eyes, but I don’t know if it’s shame or terror or pain or pleasure.

  I don’t even care.

  Cass strokes my hair. “Come on, baby girl.”

  I touch myself, start massaging my clit.

  “Harder,” Cass whispers.

  Zach’s fingers dimple into my hips. I massage a little harder, my mouth falling open as that tiny nub starts sending urgent pleasure signals soaring through my body.

  “That’s it,” Zach says. “Now faster, sweetheart.”

  I speed up. My head pushes back into the couch. I start moaning and rocking as I lose control over my body.

  “Look at me,” Zach snaps.

  I force my eyes open, but they’re blurry as fuck. He starts slowing, but each thrust is now more violent than the last. The impact of our hipbones meeting goes through my body like an aftershock.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “You’d better come with me.” He grinds into me, filling every inch of me with his cock.

  I let out a breathless yell, my back arching off the couch as I climax.

  “God,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  One last thrust has my mind coming loose. Zach fills me with his load, and it dribbles down my slit as he pulls out. When he slams back I let out a sob.

  He sits back, stroking a last bit of cum from his cock as he watches me shivering under him.

  Then he reaches out blindly and grabs hold of Apollo. “You’re up.”

  I lift my legs, squeezing my thighs together. Apollo hesitates, eyes going wide. He opens his mouth as if to ask if I’m okay, and I let my legs fall open again.

  He’s between them a second later. His cock slides inside me while Zach’s cum is still leaking out.

  This couch is ruined.

  But I don’t give a fuck.

  I push onto my elbows, let Cass smooth sweat-slicked hair from my face, and then grab Apollo’s head for a kiss.

  Apollo thrusts deeper into me. Deeper. Deeper. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, and force him in the last bit.

  “I love you, Trinity,” he murmurs.

  “I love you too,” I whisper back.

  We meld together as he gives me a deep, breathless kiss. He pulls back, thrusts into me again.

  “But…uh…”

  I frown. “What?”

  He gives me a grin. “Doggy style?”

  I need their help to flip over. My legs are rubber and my knees jelly. But they get me on my hands and knees, and make me share kisses between Zach and Cass as Apollo rubs his cock over my pussy, hunting out my slit.

  When he thrusts into me, I let out a strangled gasp of pleasure.

  Zach reaches for my clit, but Apollo slaps his hand away. “Mine.” It’s the closest to a growl I’ve ever heard coming from his sweet mouth.

  I laugh, and that earns me a hard slap to my ass. I moan and rest my head on the couch like the good girl I am.

  Apollo thanks me with a groan and a series of hard, deep thrusts that send me spiraling toward another climax.

  He comes before I do, giving my ass another hard slap. But he stays inside me as he starts strumming my clit. I push my legs a little further apart, groaning into the cushion as my climax speeds closer.

  “What the fuck is going on?”

  Apollo yanks his dick out of me. I go onto my knees, grabbing on the back of the couch for support as I try and focus across the living room floor.

  “Do you know what fucking time it is?” Reuben growls.

  “Half-past three?” Cass says.

  “We’ve got to be at the doctor in five hours.”

  He’s wearing a thick robe, and when he walks closer, it’s with a heavy limp. His hair is disheveled, his eyes darkly shadowed.

  “Rube, we can expla—” Apollo begins, but cuts off and scrambles off the couch when Rube gets closer.

  “This is what you four do when I’m out of it?” he demands, waving a hand in my general direction. “You all fuck each other?”

  “Sometimes I read,” Cass says.

  “Enough!” Rube looks at me, disapproval stark in his eyes. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  I blink up at him, look away, and then start wagging my hips.

  Honestly, my brain is mush. If I could have talked my way out of this I would have, but…I’ve just been fucked seven ways from Sunday.

  A big, warm hand caresses my ass.

  “Think this is going to fix anything?” Rube asks. “A quick fuck, and all is forgiven?”

  “Buddy, you’re usually out cold by now,” Cass says. “We could have been doing this on top of you and you wouldn’t have woken up.”

  “Doctor said no pills tonight.” Rube strokes my ass again. “And no sex, either.”

  He slaps me.

  Fucking hard.

  I whimper as my arousal—and possibly three different men’s cum—trickles down my inner thigh.

  “That’s why we didn’t—”

  “Shut up and hold this.”

  I look up in time to see Rube handing his robe to Cass. Then he clicks his fingers at Apollo. “Get back in her.”

  “Man, I would? But…” Apollo cups his hands over his dick and takes a step back. “You scared the bejesus out of me.”

  “I’ll do her,” Zach says. “But only if you fucking promise not to rip out those stitches again.”

  That’s the problem with Rube. He thinks he’s invincible. Unbreakable.

  Zach thrusts into me, no teasing, not even a warning. My mouth opens in a gasp, and that’s when Rube forces the crown of his cock between my lips.

  He was in surgery for nine hours, and walking a week later. That same month, he had to go back in because he’d torn something important—because he’d been fucking me like a goddamn stallion despite the doctor’s orders.

  The only way we could get him to start healing was to insist the doctor give him a prescription for sleeping pills. And I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible.

  Still, it’s taken him twice as long to heal as it should have, and if the doctor doesn’t like what he sees tomorrow, he could be on bed rest for another week.

  So I suck his cock while Zach fucks me from behind, and we put on a good show so that when he comes, Rube doesn’t feel left out.

  Soon, everything will be back to normal.

  No more sneaking around.

  No more pills.

  Reuben wraps my curls around his fist, guiding his dick deeper into my mouth. “Did they make you come?” he asks.

  I look up at him, wide-eyed as I nod.

  “Was it good?”

  Another nod.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  I groan as Cass’s fingers trail down my stomach, heading for my clit.

  “No, no,” Rube murmurs, when I try and move away from his touch. “You said you could handle all four of us.” He grabs the base of his cock and forces another inch of himself down my throat. “So handle us, my girl.”

  When Zach’s had his share of my ass, he moves beside Rube. He hasn’t come again, and I know why.

  My men think I’m even prettier when I’m covered with their cum.

  So as Rube’s dick starts throbbing in my mouth, and the grip in my hair tightens, Zach starts jerking off beside him, biting his lip as he stares down at me with pure adoration.

  Cass shoves his cock into my slit, because I guess they can’t help filling every single one of my holes.

  And Apollo teases me toward another climax with his finger
s.

  We don’t all come at once…but it’s pretty damn close.

  And as my climax is tearing through me, Rube demands I look up at him so he can watch me swallow down every drop of his cum.

  Side by side, he and Zach are like night and day.

  His green eyes so bright, where Zach’s are always shadowed.

  Light and dark.

  All my men have that in them. Both the light and the dark.

  Thankfully, I’ve seen more of their light shine through these past few days. I’m hoping, soon, that light will vanquish the dark.

  It has to.

  The police found enough evidence in Keith Malone’s safe house to convict hundreds of child molesters across the country, and lay charges against thousands more. It was the biggest bust in sex-trafficking history.

  Keith Malone was dead when they finally excavated the grave. It wasn’t that they didn’t find a freshly filled-in grave suspicious. The cops were just…distracted.

  Kismet.

  We brought closure to hundreds of families. Even a decade later, it could still help them heal. The task force assigned to the case is working around the clock to find the rest of the houses still out there.

  We brought light to the shadows.

  But we also brought hope. And that, I think, is the most important thing.

  Because without hope, what is there to look forward to but endless night?

  Copyright © 2020 Logan Fox

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  Amen - Bonus Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Reuben

  Sweat. Blood. Fear. Such a familiar perfume. A triggering scent for me, possibly for all my brothers. But today it’s not coming off my skin, or Zach’s or any of my brothers. It’s the man lashed to the wooden chair in the middle of this cabin that’s giving off that unique aroma.

  Not even Trinity looks scared, although there’s a definite unease in her shifting eyes. Our girl has grown so much these past few years. I suppose just like we did all those years ago in the basement.