Page 58 of Desiring an Angel

Fucking hell.

I closed my eyes, my pinkie still caressing, my heartbeat picking up pace.

Skylar shifted against me, a blatant rub against my hard cock.

“Sky?” I whispered, and she pushed my hand down over her belly, cupping my palm over her pussy. Damp heat radiated from her core through her shorts, and I bit back a groan.

She moved against me as though seeking release. Asleep or not, she’d given me the green light at the question in my voice when I’d said her name.

Rhett had said I could pleasure her…

My dick bucked against her ass, wanting in on the fun too, but fucking would wait until Rhett was fully on board.

I shifted my hold back up to her belly—and slid my entire hand beneath her sleep shorts.

No. Fucking. Panties.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my eyes clenched tight as my fingers slid over slippery, smooth folds.

She’d shaved herself bare, and the nub of her clit swelled, thicker than I’d ever felt on a woman. While I’d never gone down on a woman before, my tongue salivated to suckle and lick, draw her hardened flesh as deep into my mouth as possible.

Skylar lifted her hips toward my fingertips trailing over her clit, and I slid them down, giving her what she wanted.

Wet heat clasped at my middle finger as it pressed deep into her pussy.

A whimper assured me she was awake.

I ground against her ass, moving in time with my finger as I fucked in and out of her soaked core.

Precum smeared inside my briefs, but I pushed against the desire to rut and focused on making her feel good. “Take these off,” I whispered, pulling from her slick heat to tug on her shorts.

She shimmied quietly, gently, as though having no wish to pop the bubble around us, and I snaked my free arm beneath her torso, up under her shirt. She lifted her thigh, offering free access. I gently squeezed her hardened nipple and slid two fingers into her tight sheath.

“Ash,” she whispered, arching as I ground the heel of my palm against her clit and fucked her with slow strokes.

“Come on my fingers,” I whispered over her ear, needing her release more than I wanted to find my own.

Either Skylar had gone too long without an orgasm or our kissing earlier had edged her to the point of combustion even though she’d slept.

She came quickly with a quiet gasp, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, her cum coating them. A shudder rippled over her, and the second she went lax, I lifted my fingers from between her thighs and sucked them clean.

Sweet yet musky, her taste throbbed lust through my groin. She rolled to face me, grasping my face and kissing me deeply as though wanting to suck her flavor from my tongue.

She reached down between us, but I grabbed hold of her wrist to keep her from my dick.

“Please,” she whispered, but I pulled our clasped hands back up between our chests.

“Go back to sleep, sunshine,” I murmured even though I knew I wouldn’t be doing so any time soon if at all the rest of the night.

She huffed but settled in, nestling me tightly between her soft body and Rhett’s much harder frame.

I should have felt trapped in a hell of frustration, but I’d found heaven. Balls aching, dick throbbing, I closed my eyes and smiled.

Someday, it would be my dick her pussy tried to suck in deeper, attempting to coax every last drop of cum from my balls to coat her womb.

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Rhett

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