Page 34 of Touched By Sin
Her blue eyes follow us, tracking our every move. I step up to her and lift her chin with a finger. The cum on her cheeks has long since dried, and I almost feel sorry for her, but she looks so pretty like this: ruined and used.
“She’s been a very good girl. I think she deserves a reward for kneeling here like an eager slut all night.” I stroke my thumb over her lips, back and forth. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward, little angel?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and my cock takes notice of the submissive tone in her voice.
“Rise.”
She slowly stands up. Her knees hurt, but she tries hard to disguise the discomfort she feels. Before she can say a word, I grab her hips and lift her cunt up to my mouth, her thighs on either side of my head. Angel releases a squeal, which soon morphs into a strangled moan when I suck on her pussy through her damp panties.
With my arm banded around her ass, I slide the fabric aside to lap at her delicious pussy. Her taste is so fucking addictive. My little angel pulls on my hair while I walk us the four steps to my bed. I drop her down, watching her bounce on the sheets.
Climbing on after her, Ronan spreads her smooth legs. “Such a pretty pussy.” Then he looks over his shoulder at us and asks, “Doesn’t she have a fucking pretty pussy, guys?”
I fold my arms over my chest and say to Angel, “Keep your eyes open the whole time. If you close them, we stop.”
Walking past me, Alaric puts his knee on the bed. He’s rough as fuck when he yanks down her dress to expose her tits. Ronan drags his nose over her pussy and breathes her in while Alaric rolls her nipples into hard points.
Her heavy blue eyes stay glued to mine, and I hide my smirk behind my hand when her lips part. Ronan eats her out like he’s waited a lifetime to taste her. It’s not every day he gets to feast on one of God’s angels. Our little plaything is a first-class meal, the finest dessert you can get your hands on. Ronan knows it. We all know it.
Alaric takes her nipple into his mouth, kneading the other breast. Meanwhile, I stand with my arms crossed and my feet planted, watching Angel fall apart at my brothers’ hands. They drag it out, bringing her to the edge and keeping her there, suspended between pleasure and desperation. Her grip on Ronan’s hair looks painful, her soft moans escalating in volume until I’m sure even the dead can hear her. Alaric and Ronan won’t let her come until I give the command, and I won’t give her respite until she fucking begs. I don’t care if it takes all night.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!”
Ronan slaps her clit and shoves his fingers inside her. “Your God can’t help you now, little angel.”
Alaric chuckles before biting down on the skin next to her rosy nipple, soothing the bitemark with his tongue. I need a fucking taste myself. Nudging Ronan out of the way, I flip her over on her front. “Are you a good girl for us, Angel?” I ask, bunching her dress around her waist.
“Yes, I’m such a good girl.”
“Lies!” My hand comes down on her ass with a satisfying thwack. I knead the reddening flesh, then strike her again. “Good girls beg, Angel.”
“Fuck you!”
Her response makes Ronan and Alaric laugh. I’d lie if I said I wasn’t amused, too. I raise her hips until she’s on her shaky knees with her creamy ass in the air. Her puffy cunt glistens in the soft light from my bedside lamp, and the inside of her thighs are sticky with her arousal.
My dick throbs as my mouth waters. “I always get my way, sooner or later, beautiful. You will bend to me.”
She cries out when I grab her hips and lick her tight exit. My tongue swirls and teases until she trembles on all fours, moaning my name. She still doesn’t beg, though. Stubborn, fucking woman.
Kneeling in front of her, Alaric unbuckles his belt and slides his zipper down. Trust him to take advantage of the situation. Not that I blame him. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her pretty mouth at every opportunity?
“Do you like being our plaything?” he asks her, pulling down the front of his jeans and letting his dick spring free. I could lick her ass all night. She’s so fucking responsive, mewling like a cat and arching her back against me.
“Yes,” she breathes out, wetting her lips in anticipation.
“Nu-uh,” Alaric taunts, stroking his dick just out of reach. “You can’t have this, baby. Not until you beg. Only good girls get to choke on my cock. And you, little angel, are a brat.”
“Fuck, this ass,” I groan, leaning back and giving it a hard smack. My handprint blossoms on her skin.
Watching the scene unfold from the side to the bed, Ronan slides his big palm over her arched back, admiring the beautiful curve of her spine beneath her wings. “You’re so fragile, little angel,” he comments. “We could snap you in half.” His cruel words have her moaning when he fists her hair, pulling her head back. “Daemon killed for you tonight. Say thank you, like a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
Smirking against her exit, I lean back to palm her creamy ass cheek. It molds perfectly in my hand.
“You can do better than that,” Ronan says, tightening his grip on her hair.
“Thank you for killing that man, Daemon.”
