Page 40 of His Angel

“Staring how?”

I swallow. “Like he’s starved for her.” If his gaze was a match, Leandra would burst into flames.

Alexius lines up his cock behind her, teasing her, a smile of pure sin curling his lips as she inches back, clearly desperate for him. He whispers something to her, head tilted as he stares at her pussy, his cock right there.

Fuck.

I stop breathing. “Alexius…he’s going to—” Isaia pulls me down hard at the exact moment Alexius plunges into Leandra, and I cry out from the sharp shock that ripples up my core.

Leandra throws her head back, and I imagine her feeling the exact same thing I am. Exquisitely full. Divinely stretched. Irrefutably owned. It’s a surreal and arousing experience, one that has me teetering on the edge of my control.

Isaia leans back, and I hear the sound of ice against glass. “Ride my dick, baby girl. And don’t you dare stop before they do.”

I’m all moans and gasps as his thick erection fills me completely, Alexius wrapping a fist in Leandra’s hair, pulling her back with every thrust, and I roll my hips, Isaia’s cock sliding against my slick walls, a pleasurable friction that has me in a haze.

“He’s fucking her hard, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

Isaia grabs my hair and pulls my head back, craning my neck. “Then why the fuck aren’t you riding me just as hard?”

Unleashed. That’s how I feel as I start to move, grinding my hips down on him, our bodies slapping together in a raw rhythm matched only by Alexius and Leandra out on the deck.

Isaia’s harsh breaths cascade over my shoulders, mixing with my own erratic panting. Each thrust creates a shockwave of sensation, pulling groans from deep within me.

Alexius pulls Leandra up, her back against his chest, one hand still in her hair while the other cups her breast, his hips pistoning, fucking her so hard her feet lift off the ground. Her rosy lips form the perfect O, her expression laced with pleasure as he grabs her throat, and Isaia does the same to me, fingers locking around my windpipe, his grip tight.

I gasp against the pressure, the lack of air heightening my senses as adrenaline floods my veins, every touch now an electric shock.

“Go faster, baby girl,” Isaia growls into my ear, his voice rough and husky from arousal. I respond, my hips a blur as I move on him, riding him wildly, my thighs burning, sweat trickling down between my breasts.

I can see Alexius’ knuckles whiten as he increases his grip on Leandra’s throat, his thrusts becoming more sporadic and wild.

His other hand leaves her hair, moving down to press in her waist, and pleasure starts to trickle from my toes up my legs, my thighs, heat flooding my core, threatening to burst into flames, and I’m certain Leandra’s feeling the same, her body moving in sync with her husband’s.

With the pressure ramping up, I grind even harder on Isaia, my nails raking across his hard thighs, seeking purchase, and his throaty groan sends a jolt straight to my clit, intensifying the waves of euphoria.

“God, Isaia. You feel so good inside me.”

“I love it when you tell me what you feel while we’re fucking.” Abruptly, he hooks an arm under my knee, pulling my leg up and spreading me wider, his cock going impossibly deep, nerves exploding, electricity sparking.

The air is thick with the slick sound of wetness. “You hear that?” he grits out. “That’s the sound of your soaked cunt getting pounded. You like that sound, don’t you, troublemaker?”

“Yes,” I breathe, balancing myself with my hands on his thighs, lifting my ass and then slamming down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Each smack of flesh ramps it up, a sloppy, sticky mess of shameless fuckery.

“Fuck, your blood’s on my cock again,” he rasps darkly and pushes up to go deeper into me, causing me to moan.

Suddenly, Leandra lets out a cry, the sound reaching our window as her body tenses in Alexius’ grip—her pleasure an echo into the darkness.

Isaia’s hand cruelly tightens around my throat in response. I struggle for breath, and the edge of my vision grows dizzyingly dark as I…oh, God…

“Isaia, I’m going to come.” Suddenly I’m spiraling, a bright white rush of pleasure blindsiding me as I shatter magnificently on top of him.

His growl echoes like thunder in my ear, a sharp counterpoint to the piercing cry still ringing from Leandra.

“That’s it, baby girl. Jesus, just like that.” He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me down harder as he pushes deeper, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, and as Alexius throws his head back, hips jerking with short, sharp thrusts, I feel Isaia come inside me, and I’m lost. Lost in the visceral, hot blackness that is pure pleasure, pure release.

Isaia emits a low growl deep from his chest, an animalistic sound of satisfaction that reverberates through me, magnifying the exquisite trembling in my body.

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