Page 136 of Burn Like An Angel

“So goddamn tight.”

He withdraws before I can fully adjust, sliding out before nudging back inside. The agonising dance goes on and on with him giving an extra push then snatching it away each time.

My mind is starting to fray. He’s barely entered me, and it already feels like too much. I’m not a shrinking violet. I’ve slept with my fair share of guys. None that rival Lennox, though.

Giving me more of his cock, he rocks into me. The shallow thrusts make me stretch to accommodate him. I couldn’t take him if I wasn’t so frenziedly turned on right now.

Each time he pushes forward, I take a little bit more. Adjusting to the pressure is excruciating in all the best ways. It feels like my mind is set to split in half before I can orgasm again.

“Nox,” I whimper, overwhelmed.

“It’s okay, Rip. You’re doing so good. Can you take a bit more, baby?”

He moves faster, retreating and thrusting back in enough to make me moan loudly. It’s too much. I’m so full. Stretched to my limits. Lennox is filling every part of me, mentally and physically.

“Just like that,” he hums. “Good.”

“Oh f-fuck. Nox!”

“That’s it. You can take me. I know you can.”

When he bottoms out, we’re both struggling for air. Lennox shifts his hips, finding the perfect angle to glide into me with steady strokes. I’m over-stimulated, my skin slick beneath his weight above me.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Lennox palms my breast, squeezing tight as he jerks into me. The burst of pain is welcome. It cuts through my mind’s fog and gives me something to latch onto amidst all the warring sensations.

He pistons into me, switching between shallow thrusts that stoke my building climax and deep pounds, delaying my releaseeach time it nears. Just as I feel it within reach, he slows his pace, holding me on the brink.

It’s like he can read my body, translating each tremble and whimper to determine exactly when to restrain himself. Lennox is determined to break me open and take my shattered pieces for himself.

“You take me so well,” he grunts in exertion. “So damn well. It’s like you were made for me.”

I gasp and moan, my body slick with our combined sweat. I wonder if the others have returned and they’re listening to everything Lennox is saying. Their friend’s mouth is filthy.

Feeling my core tense, I’m ready to finish. My bruised body is taut, desperate for relief. The cusp of my orgasm rises, on the precipice of consuming me, when Lennox abruptly pulls out.

“Not yet.”

I scream loudly, slamming my clenched fist against his chest. “Fuck! Lennox!”

“You know, Xander warned me you’re a little brat. I may have begged, but now, you’re going to come when I say so.”

“Goddamn you!”

“And not a moment sooner,” he adds, ignoring my outrage.

He stands, seizing my ankles to pull me to the mattress edge. I’m a boneless pile as he turns me over, my stomach meeting the bed and face burying in the warm sheets.

Lennox lifts my hips, positioning me like I’m a limp doll. When he surges inside me from behind, I come back to life. My hands twist in the sheets, needing something to hold on to.

I distantly hear him spit before it hits my ass, sliding down into my crack. I startle at the impact, surprised by his fingers pushing the saliva farther down until he’s circling my asshole.

My whines reach a fever-pitch.

“Have you ever taken a man here before?”

I’m not going to tell him about Raine finger-blasting my rear while he fucked me during a depressive episode. We need at least some boundaries.

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