Page 113 of The Female

Aziel picks up the fake Charlie and bends her over the dining table, and I slide my fingers to the real one’s sex.

She’s soaked.

“I’m so fucking obsessed with you.” Aziel groans, undressing.

I tease Charlie’s clit as Aziel strips. He’s lean and covered in hard muscle, and I can tell she likes it by the way she shivers. Good. Aziel will be pleased to learn she’s appreciative of his bare form.

I’m going to tell him all about this tomorrow. I’m going to rub it in his face that we watched him fuck his Dream Charlie and he missed getting to see the real one writhe in my arms. It’s going to piss him off, and I can’t wait.

Aziel curls his fist around himself before urging the fake Charlie to spread her legs. Her back is arched, and I’m sure he’s loving the view. It’s a shame it’s not an accurate description.

He’s making assumptions about her body, but he’s off about many things. The real Charlie has more marks than this one, and her pussy is significantly better than the one he’s conjuring.

I’m going to take great pleasure in telling him how wrong he is about that, too.

I circle Charlie’s clit before sliding lower.

Aziel groans. “This is mine.”

I bite my lip. He wishes.

Charlie pants into my palm as I ease two fingers into her. She rocks against them, focusing on Aziel as he brings himself to the fake Charlie’s entrance.

This is the moment of truth, and I hold my breath as Aziel steps forward and eases himself inside. Charlie’s walls clench around my fingers as she watches Aziel fuck the copy of her, and I drop my hand from her mouth so I can rub her clit.

Aziel is gentle with his Charlie and works himself in and out of her in slow, easy thrusts. They don’t look bad, and I bite back a moan as he reaches around her to touch her clit as I taught him. Good boy.

I’m fucking aching, desperate to feel something, anything, on my cock, but I ignore the urge as I work over the female in my arms. I’ll worry about myself after. I finger Charlie at the same pace Aziel’s fucking, and I bury my face in her neck as I feed from both her and Aziel.

Their lust tastes so good, and I’m only half-paying attention as mine begins to seep out in response. I can’t stop it, and I press my hips against Charlie’s ass for relief as Aziel’s nostrils flare.

The Charlie in my arms is writhing, both her hands plastered over her mouth to stay silent, and I can practically taste her nearing orgasm as Aziel snaps his head in our direction and snarls.

He looks pissed, angrier than I’ve ever seen him, and he glares at us as he removes his hand from the fake Charlie and slams her chest against the table. Gone is the gentle man he was trying to be.

Both he and Charlie are too close to stop, and I forget trying to hide my moans and lust as I groan and fuck my fingers into her even harder. Her tits bounce with the force, and she throws her head back as her thighs begin to shake.

Aziel smacks the fake Charlie’s ass and glares at me as I grin and copy the action with the real one. My strike is significantly lighter than his, but I do it just hard enough to make a good sound.

Charlie moans, and I return my hand to her clit just as Aziel curses and curls his hand into the hair of the fake Charlie. He lifts her chest off the table and turns her to face us as he fucks her. I can barely make out his cock sliding in and out of her slick entrance, and I can’t take my eyes away.

“Look how he’s fucking you,” I whisper in Charlie’s ear.

She grunts, and I feel her nails digging into my forearms as she stills and convulses in my arms. Aziel’s eyes roll back as he watches her cum, and a second later, he’s wrapping his arms around the fake Charlie’s waist as he finds his release.

Things go silent as they both come down from their high, the only noise being their loud panting.

“Why are you here?” Aziel is the first to speak.

“I wanted Charlie to see you wouldn’t let Shay hurt her,” I say.

“And then you thought it would be fun to stick around and watch me?” Aziel snaps, disgust thick in his voice. “This doesn’t change anything. Shay is my chosen female.”

My body tenses, but I don’t argue.

Charlie squeezes my hand, and I know this is her silent way of asking to leave. This is a conversation for Aziel and me, and I won’t drag my female into our problems. I was the one who brought her here, and I’ll be the one who deals with Aziel’s anger.

He’s always mad at me, anyway, so it’s nothing I’m not used to.

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