Page 91 of Desiring an Angel

“Bear down, Sky,” Ash murmured, and I did as told, the sudden need to pant tensing my body.

Rhett invaded my body, and I automatically clenched around his girth, the flare of pain catching my breath.

Too big…t-too much…

“Fuck,” he cursed with a low groan, his hands grasping my waist in a bruising grip.

Ashton moaned and shifted, his length throbbing inside me, giving me something to focus on other than the massive intrusion up my backside.

Rhett pushed in deeper, splitting my body in two.

“Oh…fuck.” I swallowed hard, trembling at the feeling of being stuffed beyond healthy even though he couldn’t have even been halfway inside my ass. “Too much—too fucking much,” I whined, unable to keep from squirming.

Out—he needed to pull back and go away.

“Fuck,” I muttered again, the desire to flee making me restless. Antsy. Desperate.

They both stilled inside me, but Ash began rubbing his hands over my skin. My back, my hair, my sides, my thighs clamped tightly around his waist, holding onto his grounding of my thoughts.

Shushing noises filled my ears, and I panted, eyes clenched tight, trying to just relax and let Rhett in.

Teeth gritted, I hardened my resolve to have this with both men. “Do it.”

Rhett backed off, easing the ache in my ass but slid inside once more.

Less pain, I noted, but I still couldn’t relax at the intrusion.

Ashton moved beneath me, pulling out—which allowed Rhett to sink deeper.

Zings of actual pleasure radiated through my entire core at the slick glide through my ass. “Oh…wow. Um…okay. It’s not too bad. Not delicious though. Definitely not that.”

Ashton chuckled and pushed in as Rhett retreated.

Jimmy Cricket. I groaned and went boneless again as every nerve ending inside my pussy and ass lit up regardless of the continuing stinging stretch.

“Yes,” Ashton moaned as they synchronized another slow thrust in and out of my body.

I lay my cheek on his chest, giving over to the fantasy of a lifetime coming true as they took turns pumping into me. Two hard cocks, four grasping hands. Gasps and groans filling my ears as all three of us let go of walls and hurtful words and just felt.

I allowed myself to take pleasure in Rhett even if he didn’t want me in the way I couldn’t help from feeling for him. Yes, his dismissal had hurt and so did his thrusting length, but I still longed to break through the barriers he’d erected between us.

“I’m so close, Rhett.” Ashton’s rasped words brought me back to the fact no latex existed between us.

He was going to release inside me.

Maybe make our dreams come true about creating a child.

Rhett’s hand reached between me and Ashton, his fingers finding my clit as he buried deep and held still.

My throat went tight as hope sprang to life in my chest.

He wanted to give me pleasure—

Ashton punched upward with his hips, the head of his dick bumping against my cervix. “Oh!” I gasped and bit my lip.

“Come around his cock, Sky,” Rhett commanded, playing me like a fine-tuned fiddle with his fingertips over my throbbing nub.

My climax didn’t well up and wash over me like usual.

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