Page 44 of Where Angels Fall

The vest is nearly bunched beneath his chest now, fingers reaching higher until they find one dark nipple. He pinches it between his fingers, rolling it slowly, experimentally. His head tips back just a fraction, lips parting as a soft, masculine sound slips from him. A rough, breathy whine that matches his cocky grin.

Matt seems to copy, reaching rough hands to my own nipples and pinching hard. I squeal around his cock, still sucking and slurping as hard as I can. My back arches into the pain, turning my squeal into a pleasure-filled whine. His flavour beads over his slit and I lap it up, saltiness and manliness exploding onto my tongue. It makes me dizzy with want. Want for another man’s cock.

Leon’s eyes shimmer when he looks forward again, glassy with need and hunger flickering there. Almost reckless in comparison to the controlled dominance surrounding us.

Once again, he pulls out of me, and my whine is nothing short of petulant.

“Please,” I beg, around Matt’s cock. “Please fuck me.”

But I’m looking at Ash. Eyes pleading with his as my chest heaves for oxygen.

He grins, his eyes dark and hungry. All he gives me is the tiniest shake of his head, which has me gritting my teeth together.

This time, when Leon sinks back into me, a sharp shudder tears through me. I’m so close. So damn close.

Leon pulls out again, the empty feeling giving me whiplash. But this time, he doesn’t fall back inside me. With his fist tight around his glistening cock, he works himself, biting his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Sorry, gorgeous,” he pants, muscles in his arm straining as he grips himself tight. “I need to... fucking... come.”

He groans, hunching over slightly as he sprays his seed directly onto my pussy. I watch while Matt continues to thrust into my mouth, his movements quickening as he follows Leon. It only takes seconds before the salty flavour of him bursts over my tongue, followed by a growly moan.

Trying to catch my breath, Leon dips a long finger between my slit. It comes back wet with my arousal and cum. His eyes flick back over the table as he wraps his lips around it, sucking off the flavour with a deep groan.

“We taste fucking good together.”

I look back in time to see Griff glare hatred at Leon, his entire body vibrating with fury. And then he is gone. Stomping out of the room and slamming the door so hard that the entire room rattles.

Leaving me here with the rest of the killers. The men with blood on their hands. Wishing one of them would touch me with their soiled hands. Wishing one of them would give me what I need.

Chapter 17

Ash

The mix of feelings buzzing inside me is conflicting. Talking about Zeke to my men, and the possibility of having to meet with him in the grey zone has my blood humming. But seeing my angel get used and railed and played with by my men has heat filling other parts of my body.

My erection is hard and painful, pressing against the zipper of my pants, begging for me to take it out. The noises she made while Griff split her open... Fuck, I have committed them to my memory forever. The faces she pulled as Leon toyed with her and Matt stuffed her lips, are seared behind my eyes in the most perfect way.

An angel lying on the table where devils deal has never looked so pretty, used and spent. Muscles exhausted, sweat collecting on her forehead. Her hair is a mess, and her clothes ripped apart, eyes glazed. A depraved, perfect fucking mess.

From here, I can see her cunt. Her pussy lips are glistening with cum and her own arousal, and it looks fucking delicious. Soft, blonde curls collect moisture that begs me to pull at them and tease them. Her tits heave with every breath, perfect little handfuls that suit her perfectly, those dusky pink nipples pointed in aroused peaks.

And her eyes, her eyes are locked on mine, glassy and tear filled as she sucks on her bottom lip. I bet her body aches with the need to come, and it makes me feel smug as I smirk down at her. My lips twist in a mocking taunt as I regard her.

“I bet your little pussy hurts,” I taunt in a soft voice. “I bet it aches and begs for me to fill it.” The faux pity in my voice has her eyes narrowing, but she nods anyway, too desperate to care. “What a greedy little angel you are, wanting another cock stuffed inside her dirty little cunt. Haven't you had enough?” I tease, and the way her face flames is perfection.

“Cum is dripping out of your cunt, Angel, and yet you want more?”

Her face turns crimson, the flush leaching down her chest. Her breath stutters, making her titch tits bounce, and I ache to grip them, to slap them, to fuck them.

“Screw you,” she says through gritted teeth, and my eyes widen as I throw my head back and laugh. So fucking cute.

“I bet you'd like to,” I murmur, my fingers slowly grappling with the buttons of my pants.

I deliberately make the movement as slow as possible. Her eyes lock onto my fingers. The zipper comes down slowly. Oh, so fucking slow, and I can pretty much see her pussy clenching with the need to be filled. My angry cock springs out in an instant, aching to fill her wet fucking hole.

I grip it once at the base, squeezing painfully to stop the need from coming in seconds. Pre cum already dribbles out of my tip, my balls drawn up tight from the show. All the eyes of my men are on us, and I can't come in 30 seconds like a fucking teen. I need to fucking hold it together, but she makes it impossible.

“Well...” I raise an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for? Come sit on it.”