Page 39 of His Angel

His hot breath fans against the back of my thighs, and I can almost feel his smirk as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

He pulls me down with him as he sits on the chair, his cock pressing hard against my ass, my thighs on either side of his legs.

He leans back, the heat of his chest gone, and I hear a lighter, followed by the distinct smell of smoke as he settles comfortably beneath me. “Tell me, how is watching them affecting you?”

It turns my stomach into knots, sends shivers down my spine, and sets my heart pounding in my chest. It’s a mixture of envy, lust, of something I can't even name. “I’m—I’m turned on,” I admit, and I’m sure I hear him hiss behind me.

“What are they doing now?”

I bite the inside of my mouth. “He’s pulling her dress up to her waist,” I start softly. “He’s got her thong hooked around his finger, pulling it to the side, his palms on her ass, spreading her open.”

Isaia shifts, and I suck in a breath, feeling his hard cock against my pussy. “Go on.”

Alexius crouches behind Leandra, dragging his tongue between her folds, and she throws her head back. Even from here I can see her shiver.

“Talk to me, Everly. What are they doing?”

“He’s licking her.” Alexius’ grip on her ass tightens and he lifts her onto her toes.

I hear Isaia exhale, the scent of smoke heavier for a second before it dissipates. “And how is she reacting?”

“She’s moaning,” I whisper, my voice coarse. “Her fingers are gripping the railing, her back arching as she tries to push herself against him.”

“You think her pussy is wet for him?”

“Yes,” I exhale, Alexius diving deeper, eating her out like she’s a piece of heaven he can’t get enough of.

“Isyourpussy wet, troublemaker?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate, acknowledging my arousal with a strange mix of embarrassment and daring.

“Good.” Ice clinks as he swirls his drink. “Now touch yourself. I want to know how wet you are.”

My gaze is fixed outside as I reach between my legs, fingers brushing my panties.

“Slip those fingers past your panties, Everly.”

And I do, delving into my wet heat, gasping at the intensity. Isaia’s hand finds my hip, and I shiver under his touch, continuing to watch Alexius, who’s easing a finger into Leandra’s pussy from behind.

“Finger yourself,” Isaia instructs. “Put that finger inside you real deep.”

My heart hammers, thudding erratically, doing as he says, my walls clamping down, and I can’t help rolling my hips, needing it deeper, his cock hard beneath me.

With the pad of his finger, Isaia trails a burning path down my spine with a slow, leisurely stroke—that simple touch spreading fire through my veins.

“What are they doing now?”

I lick my lips, leaning my head to the side. “Alexius is standing now, reaching for his cock.”

“Lift your hips.”

As I do, gentle fingertips brush along my ass, easing my panties to the side. “Is he fucking her yet?”

I shake my head.

“Use your words, Everly.”

“No.” I lick my lips. “He’s…he’s sliding a palm up and down his length, staring at her pussy.”

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