Page 52 of Sin and Deception

She hummed, reveling in the feel of him filling her mouth. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she slid up and down his engorged shaft.

“My god, Angel,” I hissed, unable to tear my gaze away from the erotic scene in front of us. “You are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

Her lashes fluttered open as she released Xander’s cock from her mouth.

She started to lean over to grab me again, but Xander ordered, “No.”

She stopped with a whimper, “Please.”

That damn plea was going to drive me insane.

“I have other plans for you.” He sat on the low couch and reached for her.

The hunger in her cobalt irises and the goosebumps prickling her skin made it abundantly clear she had no objections to the change in plans.

She rose, taking his offered hand. Then he took hold of her hips and lifted her over him, settling her with one knee on either side of his thighs.

“Sit on my cock, Angel,” he demanded, his voice thick with desire and urgency. “Now.”

Without a protest, she smiled and positioned, letting the head of his cock brush against her sopping pussy before guiding him inside.

The tattoo etched down her spine, symbolizing the three of us glistened with sweat, as she threw her head back and moaned loudly, “Oh, Xander. You feel so good.”

God, she was so fucking beautiful.

“That’s it,” he said through gritted teeth, his brow furrowed with primal need. “Yes. Fuck, yes!”

She moved slowly at first, but Xander wanted more. He took hold of her ass and brought her down hard, burying himself completely inside her.

She bowed her back at the invasion, and I couldn’t help but grab hold of my cock as it wept with precum.

I loved seeing this side of Xander's untamed, primal need that came out when he was overwhelmed by pleasure.

With Nerine, he was always gentle and attentive, like atrue gentleman. But rarely, if ever, did he allow his inner beast to surface in such a fierce, dominant, and unapologetically savage manner—perhaps the brutal, ruthless enforcer he was made him soften for our woman.

Then there were times like this when he rode the edge between control and surrender, times when Nerine had pushed him too far, and his beast emerged without restraint.

He thirsted for Nerine’s pussy like he needed water to survive. Her full breasts bounced in the air as Xander fucked into her hard, their bodies moving together like well-oiled machines. I loved watching them, seeing how Xander fisted Nerine’s hair in an unforgiving hold that looked almost painful. He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of her hip, leaving his mark on her skin.

His eyes glimmered with a possessive desire to conquer, to possess, to ensure she submitted to him entirely.

Her eyes were closed as she threw her head back. She released soft shallow breaths through her slightly opened lips, swollen from sucking our cocks.

The pleasure on her face was undeniable.

This woman was desire-incarnate, and she belonged to Xander and me.

She rolled her hips sensually and expertly, milking Xander’s cock with her pussy and bringing us all closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“Are you going to play voyeur or join us?” Nerine asked through panted gasps, teasing me with the offer of pleasurable release.

Seeing Xander and Nerine together was enough to pushme over the edge like a teenager. But I wouldn't allow that to happen. I wanted to savor every moment of this experience.

"I'll be joining you soon enough," I said, watching as Xander channeled my dominant nature when it came to Nerine.

I was not a gentle lover in any way. Nerine desired my intensity and the pleasure that pushed boundaries. I gave her everything she desired, carefully pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before sending her spiraling into pure bliss.

"Oh please, Theo. I need you so much," Nerine pleaded, her body writhing against Xander's as he continued to thrust into her roughly.

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