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Without thinking, my eyes fly open and the sight that greets me nearly kills me.

He’s hovering above me, hands on my torso as he holds himself up. The robe he was wearing is gone and so is the flowy top, leaving his stomach and chest and shoulders bare. But a scrap of lace still covers his dick.

Between his spread legs, I can see the fabric is bunched up and pulled to one side. My dick is harder than it’s ever been, sticking up from my pelvis and disappearing between Rhys’s butt cheeks.

Rhys’s eyes are closed. His brow is furrowed. His jaw hangs open, lips glistening under the bright lights. He looks like he’s in pain, the kind that borders on ecstasy.

A sound escapes me. Something between a growl and a groan. My hips shoot up before I can stop them, and suddenly, I’m buried in Rhys to the hilt.

Rhys gasps, loudly, his eyes opening then rolling toward the back of his head. He lets out a series of long, unsteady moans and hisses as he quivers above me.

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I was supposed to keep my eyes closed. I was supposed to stay still and let Rhys take the lead. And now I think I’ve hurt him.

My hands come off the bed, to do I don’t know what. Pull him off me? That might hurt him more than I already have. I freeze with my hips arched off the bed and my hands in midair, not knowing what I should do now.

Rhys takes a deep breath, then his expression becomes determined, and he thrusts himself down, shoving my hips back onto the bed.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

RHYS

I’m so very, very full. Stretched so very, very wide. I fucking love this feeling, of being pushed to my limit and then a little bit more, of being stuffed to within an inch of my life.

The fact that it’s Angel’s cock doing the stuffing only makes it a thousand times better.

I roll my hips, savoring the sting, cataloging all the places inside me that he touches. He’s so thick that he presses up against my prostate without even trying and if I angle myself just right, the pleasure is fucking exquisite.

This is why I love a thick cock. This is why I’m a greedy fucking bottom.

I shudder and shiver, letting myself get carried away by the sensation for a moment before tuning back into reality.

Angel’s hands are in the air like he wants to reach for me, but doesn’t know if he’s allowed. His eyes are wide with alarm. His chest is rising and falling so fast, I think he might hyperventilate.

My own hands are braced against Angel’s body. I have to shift and engage my abs in order to lift them and the movement increases the pressure of Angel’s cock on my prostate. Another wave of pleasure crashes through me as I take Angel’s hands and place them on my hips.

He immediately latches on, sliding his hands up and down, flexing his fingers, until he’s found the perfect grip.

I hold onto his wrists, so thick I can barely wrap my fingers all the way around, and start moving. Just a little at first, as my hole loosens and my ass gets used to his girth. Then more when the sting fades and all that remains is fullness and pleasure.

Angel’s eyes are glued to that spot between my legs. That spot where his cock meets my ass and disappears inside. He looks transfixed by it, like it’s the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen.

He’s pretty mesmerizing himself. His necklace is nestled between his pecs. He’s broken out into a sweat, his skin damp and sticky under my hands. His body hair is a couple shades darker now and when I rake my fingers through it, it feels so damn good. It’s so tactile, smooth and wiry at the same time. My palms tingle at the touch, and the tingle spreads up my arms and down to my cock.

Which is begging for some attention. I pull my lace panties down to release my cock, leaving my balls trapped inside, and stroke myself as I bounce on Angel’s cock. The dual sensations ricochet back and forth, ratcheting up the pleasure building inside me.

Fuck, I’m going to come if I keep this up. It’s all so good, so perfect. Like the whole scene was crafted just for me. Like Angel was made to be mine.

I pinch a nipple, hoping the pain will help ease me back from the brink. But it only adds to the pleasure.

I let go of my dick, bracing my hands on Angel’s chest again. But the heavy thud of my cock against his belly sends vibrations straight to my prostate. The loud thwack each time it makes contact sends shivers down my spine.

It’s hopeless. I’m too close. Everything is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I shoot a glance at Sebastian who is at the edge of the bed, camera in hand. I catch his eye and an unspoken message passes between us. I need to come. Now.

Sebastian nods, giving me the go-ahead, and my head falls back as I give into the desire.

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