Page 60 of Desiring an Angel

“So good. Yes. Fuck.”

Lust hazed Skylar’s eyes, but she still stared at me with unwavering focus, all trace of silly girl gone to the woman gazing at me like I’d made her dreams come true.

“I think she wants you to move, baby,” I told Ash.

He pulled out and pushed back into her body, both of them moaning, Skylar’s eyelids fluttering closed.

I wasn’t the only one with a delicious dick.

But mine dripped like a mother fucker, and Ash’s ass felt so—damn—good—rubbing over my sensitive cock head.

I rolled once more, my stomach tight with the need to shove home, and a quick lubing allowed me to smear up through his crack as he slowly fucked in and out of Skylar.

Getting off in that position would be easy, but I wanted—needed—more, to be connected to the two of them.

My fingers replaced my cock, a few slides between his cheeks coating them in lube. I rubbed over his hole.

“Rhett…” He groaned, bearing down on his outward stroke. “Yes.”

I slid one finger deep into his ass without resistance, moving my hand forward with him as he sank back into Skylar with a deep, guttural moan.

Two fingers earned me a curse and a mystified glance from Skylar whose face flushed a gorgeous shade of pink.

“I’m fucking his ass with my fingers,” I murmured the answer to her unspoken question.

“Oh…” She swallowed hard and reached over Ash to grab hold of my wrist.

Kinky little thing…

I couldn’t help a lust-filled grin while twisting my hand to gain control of hers and wrap it around my dick. “Help me out, Skylar,” I murmured, moving my hips forward and touching the tip of my dick against his hole.

“Fuck yes, Rhett…” Ash pushed against me, and I slid into his body.

Skylar’s hand moved away, and I pressed in fully until his body moved against hers.

“You just… oh wow. Just…wow.” She gulped and clutched at my hip as I pulled out and shoved back into Ash’s ass, fucking his dick deeper into her body.

I didn’t even have time to set a rhythm before she came with a soft cry, shuddering in Ash’s arms.

“Oh fuck.” Ash choked on the words. “So fucking close. Rhett,” he begged through clenched teeth, and I grasped both of his hips, angling to peg his prostate.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” Three harsh strokes, and he shot off, his ass clenching at my girth, dragging me along with him for one of the shortest rides of our lives.

“Holy shit…Christ.” I erupted with a deep groan, each spurt contracting my abs and jerking my dick deep in his silken ass. “Fuuuck,” I moaned at the last twitch that left me rasping for breath and damn near boneless in contented bliss.

Skylar released a shuddered sigh but surprisingly didn’t say a word. Guess we’d fucked her senseless.

Still buried deep, I moved to wrap Ash in my arms—but reached beyond, my fingers finding softer flesh to help better bracket him in a cocoon of spent, satiated warmth.

I’d orchestrated the event, allowing Ash to have a taste of Skylar, but fuck if I could keep that unease from earlier creeping back in and leaving me questioning the decision I’d made.

Skylar and I had connected over a silly thing like wine the night before, and my damn reservations crack a little more as she trailed her fingertips over Ash’s face and sighed again.

Giving into lust and my desire to please Ash had taken us past the point of safe exploration where hearts wouldn’t get involved.

Both of theirs already had, but until I figured her out…

I slammed my walls back into place since I didn’t know the woman. Couldn’t fucking trust her with Ash’s heart let alone mine until she proved herself.

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