Page 35 of Angel

“Angelo! Fuck me! Just fuck me! Please!”

His fingers pull out and are immediately replaced with the blunt tip of his cock. But he doesn’t shove it in me like I want him to. No, Angel is much too gentle for that. He feeds it into me, inch by fucking inch.

I moan, again and again, unable to stay silent as Angel fills me. It’s so good. So full. So sweet. I just had him inside me a handful of minutes ago, but I’m still a little shocked at how wonderful he feels, how perfectly he fits. He hits all my pleasure buttons without trying, turning me into a trembling, quivering mess.

Angel stops when he bottoms out. His hips are flush against my ass. I can feel the movement of his rapid breaths and hear his open-mouthed pants. He sounds like he’s barely holding on, like he’s at the very limit of his self-control.

I want him to absolutely fucking lose it.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

ANGEL

I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. If I move a single inch, I’m going to explode and it’ll all be over.

I don’t want this to be over. I want this to last forever.

Rhys clenches around me, his already-tight hole squeezing my rock-hard dick.

I let out a strangled sound, throwing my head back and slamming my eyes shut.

He feels so dang good. So much better than anything I could’ve imagined. No wonder people are always going on and on about sex. If this is what the guys are getting from their girls, I’m surprised they don’t quit their jobs just to have sex all the time.

Except Rhys isn’t a girl. I have to remind myself of that. I’ve never been with a girl like this, so technically, I have nothing to compare him to. But the vision of him bent over in front of me, rounded butt, gracefully arched back, long hair spilling over his shoulders… it wouldn’t be difficult to mistake him for a girl.

Maybe his shoulders are a little too broad. Maybe his hips are a little too narrow. But I’m only noticing these things because I’m looking for them.

In fact, the view is almost as overwhelming as the physical sensations. Watching my dick disappear into Rhys’s hole. Seeing how he reacts when I move inside him. Hearing the sounds he makes, the filthy moans, the high-pitched whines, the demands he throws at me. It’s a full-frontal assault on my senses.

“Okay, Angel, we need to see a bit of fucking,” Sebastian says. He’s been moving around us with the camera held up close to his face.

I didn’t notice him or Christian or the big lights earlier when I was on my back and Rhys was doing most of the work. After we switched positions, it was impossible not to see Sebastian hovering so close. But the reminder that this is all being recorded hasn’t been as jarring as I thought it would be. Weirdly enough, it’s almost reassuring to have him here, giving me encouraging nods and quiet directions when I’m not sure what to do.

Like now.

I can’t just stand here all day with my dick in Rhys’s butt. I need to move.

I start slow, the motion strange and unfamiliar. How much do I pull out? How forceful should I be going back in?

“Yes! Faster! Harder! I can take it! Give it to me!”

Apparently, I’m being too cautious.

Rhys thrusts himself back onto me, so much harder and faster than I thought was allowed. It’s staggering, driving me to new, dizzying heights of pleasure. All I can do is hang on to his hips and try to match his speed.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. It mixes with my heavy breathing and Rhys’s cries. The scent of sex, of sweat, is tangy and sharp in my nose.

Rhys shifts, reaching one arm under himself, and Sebastian leans down to get a shot from below.

Is he jerking himself off? I wish I could see that. He came hands-free earlier, spraying both of us with his cum. I didn’t know that was possible, that guys could come without any direct stimulation.

It was fascinating to watch. His dick bouncing up and down as Rhys moved on top of me. The slap of it against my stomach each time he hit bottom. The look on Rhys’s face when the climax overtook him. The heat of his cum, scorching my skin.

Then he licked it off me, every single drop, that tongue winding its way over my body.

Oh god, oh no, I’m going to come. I’m so close. “Ah, I’m gonna… I need…”

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