Page 63 of The River of Hatred

“This one has an extra-large bed,” she says when she opens the door, her porcelain skin turning pink with a faint blush. Over five millennia since she’s last been to Heaven and she’s still so pure.

Jessica beams at her. “Thanks so much, Syrin.”

Itha merely nods respectfully before following our Nephilim.

“Surprised your husband left you alone with us,” I tell the angel.

Her lips curl up into a confident smile that belies her earlier shyness. “He knows my aim is immaculate.” With one last grin, the angel turns to join her demon.

I close the door behind me before joining my lovers in what is to be our bedroom for the time being. I lift one hand to Itha’s cheek, wrapping the other around Jessica’s waist.

“I haven’t made either of you come in days,” I whisper. “I’d say I should be punished, but I prefer being the one doing the spanking.”

The scandalized look on Itha’s face could sustain me for a century. But I really do need to get inside someone right now, so I slide my hand behind Itha’s head and bring his lips to mine for a devouring kiss. Jess is already rubbing her pussy against my thigh, the heat of it warming me through the clothing, when I switch to capture her mouth as well. She moans into mine, wrapping both arms around my waist to pull me closer.

Chuckling, I disengage. “Greedy girl,” I tell her.

She pouts, whining, “I want you, Sariel.”

“And you’ll have me, poppet.” I push her toward the bed, taking our angel along. “You’ll have both of us.”

As Jess’ big blue eyes become even rounder, Ithuriel flushes, pink crawling up the lickable column of his neck. “Perhaps we should not be doing this in someone else’s house?” he says with a voice so uncertain it comes out like a question.

“I don’t give a fuck if they all pull up a chair to watch,” I growl. “I’m fucking you both tonight, all fucking night long.”

I don’t know if it’s my many f-bombs or my intentions, but Itha looks like he just swallowed his tongue. I have other plans for his mouth.

“On your knees,” I tell him, then turn to our girl. “You too,” I command. May as well teach them both at the same time.

The angel sputters in protest, but Jessica gently shushes him, pulling him to the ground with her until they’re both looking up at me, ready and willing receptacles for my cum. I feel my lips curling into a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Take my cock out,” I order, not caring who does the deed. As Itha remains frozen, Jessica’s the one to unbutton and then unzip my jeans, pulling them and my boxers down enough that my already hard dick springs out, eager for them.

I take it in my hand just as Jess licks her lips in invitation. Who am I to deny my girl her treat? Angling my pelvis toward her, I grab the back of her head and pull her to me.

“Open up.” I tap the side of my dick against her cheek. “That’s a good girl,” I croon when she obeys without hesitation.

I place the leaking tip at the center of her soft tongue and look at our angel, who’s clearly torn between his principles and the need to please.

“Show Itha how to be a good cocksucker, sweetheart.”

Her breathing picks up as she wraps her lips around my stiff rod, her cheeks hollowing with her first strong pull. I let my head tip back on a moan before I gather my senses. This is a teachable moment, after all.

I caress Itha’s cheek with one hand, the other fisted in our girl’s hair. His eyes are glued to Jessica’s actions.

“Her mouth is so hot,” I murmur to him and he glances at me before looking back at what’s happening with my dick, as if drawn by a magnet. Snorting softly, I carefully lift my foot and press it against his crotch.

“Mph,” he grunts as my booted foot finds him hard and wanting.

When he looks at me again, his eyes are soft and pleading.

“Open up,” I whisper. He swallows convulsively before his lips part ever so slowly, making room for me. I tap the back of Jessica’s head and she slides off my dick with a pop. Grinning, I aim my shaft in the direction of my male lover. But I’m not about to do the hard work for him, no. He needs to make the choice.

“Take me into your mouth,” I command, stroking myself just inches from his face.

It only takes a few blinks of those pearlescent gray orbs before he tentatively extends his tongue to taste the bead of precum and traces of Jess’ saliva. Closing his eyes on a soft whimper, he finally takes me into his mouth.

“Fuck yes, that’s my good boy. Feels so fucking good,” I praise him. His hips start moving, rubbing his crotch against my boot. I hold on to both of their shoulders as he goes wild, slurping on my dick like it’s a candy cane and humping my foot.

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