Page 163 of Burn Like An Angel

Contracting around him, I love the way it makes Lennox turn feral. The first time we slept together, I could hardly sit down afterwards, he’d hit me so hard.

I loved feeling the bruises twinge each time I moved. Even if I was already black and blue from Harrison’s beating, it felt good to have Lennox’s handprints on me, erasing the unwanted touch.

With each pump into me from behind, Lennox spanks me hard on the ass. Fire ants race over my skin, making me cry out at each impact. His strokes are long and broad, sparing no time.

I catch sight of Xander moving the slightest amount. He unfolds his legs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The psychopath still hasn’t touched himself. Not a single stroke.

“Patient, isn’t he?” Lennox puffs. “Half the pleasure is watching you like this. Sweaty and stripped bare, covered in our come.”

“Oh, Nox.”

“Should we relieve him? He looks rather lonely sitting over there.”

Slapping my ass hard, Lennox abruptly pulls himself out. I shout his name louder, feeling myself overflow with trickling warmth. The sudden change sends me reeling.

I’m lifted from the sofa, my midsection burning from being bent over the stiff fabric. I let Lennox carry me, taking a secondto look at Raine. He’s upright now but still on the carpet, listening.

When we stop in front of Xander, something is silently communicated between them. Xander shifts on the sofa to strip his bottom half off. Lennox holds me mid-air, planning something unknown.

“You’re going to ride him backwards,” he murmurs into my neck. “Fold your legs beneath you then lower yourself onto him.”

“I can’t?—”

“Yes, Rip. You can.”

Lowering me onto Xander, Lennox gives me a moment to fold my legs. I end up kneeling on the sofa cushions, a leg either side of Xander’s thighs so I’m braced above his prominent erection.

Lennox stands in front of us, his dick at eye-level with me. He fists his length and begins to stroke, jerking the shaft in fast pumps.

“Take him.” He tilts his head towards Xander. “I want to see what it looks like.”

My core clenches tight, loving the remaining boundaries between us being smashed down. Xander’s hand stroking up and down my spine leaves gooseflesh. He takes hold of my breast and twists, causing pain to hum through me.

“Shy, little toy?” His soft purr sweeps over me.

I find my balance over him. “I’m not fucking shy.”

“Prove it.”

Finding his shaft, I guide him inside me. Xander slots in like lock and key, taking full advantage of my sweat-slick state. I’m a mess, but he doesn’t complain. Not when I accept his full length without protest.

“Good.” Lennox continues to work himself over. “That’s perfect.”

“You like watching me take another man?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Surprisingly, yeah. It’s hot as fuck.”

Despite my burning thigh muscles, I lift myself on Xander and ease back down to take him inside me. I have enough energy to see this filthy game we’ve begun through.

It takes some adjusting, riding Xander from this position. I can’t see him or gauge his reaction, but in some ways, that makes it hotter. All that exists is the pressure of him pressing into me.

Teeth sink into my shoulder, causing me to yelp. Xander presses his canines down, breaking skin. He ignores my whimpers. I can feel warmth trickling from where he’s drawn blood.

“Help Lennox.” His tongue glides over my skin, licking up the red spill. “Now.”

Biting my lip, I reach out to cup Lennox’s balls. His teeth are gritted, face flush with exertion. I know he’s close. Massaging the softness beneath his shaft, I help him towards the finish line, watching for his reaction.

“Open your mouth,” Lennox growls out.

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