Page 164 of Burn Like An Angel

Still fondling him, I spread my lips. He fists his cock, inching closer to hold the engorged head over my mouth. When his eyes screw shut, I accept the hot strands of come that shoot onto my tongue.

He shifts after a second, letting his fluids cover my face too. I can feel stickiness hitting my cheeks and parted lips, leaving me stained with his juices.

“Christ.” Lennox gapes, wide-eyed. “That’s a fucking sight.”

Watching him, I lick my lips and swallow the seed that made it into my mouth. Lennox smirks through his laboured breaths, squeezing his cock as he wrings out his climax.

I’m still rolling back and forth on Xander, letting him slide deep inside me. Seeing my task is complete, his mouth lifts from cleaning the wound he’s inflicted to touch my ear.

“Such a good toy,” he whispers indulgently. “Next time, I’ll let him finish inside you while I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“Xan…”

“Yes?”

“P-Please… I… I need…”

“What do you need, Ripley?”

Between all of them, I don’t know which way is up anymore. They’ve all marked me in some way. The salty fluid all over me and blood streaming down my shoulder are evidence enough.

“I hate it when you make me guess.” Xander’s slim arm circles me. “You’re to answer when spoken to.”

The hand that finds my throat isn’t even a surprise. I may be on top of him, but Xander will only entertain my desire to control him for so long. His grip on my throat proves his patience has fizzled out.

And I let him. He can do as he pleases. They all can. I’ll let them live out their fantasies with my body while I relish in mine. That’s what trust is. We surrender ourselves to the mercy of those we love most.

I drag in a deep breath, prepared for his hand to close. He’s gripping my throat, fingertips piercing my skin with each stroke of his cock. Every time I push down on him, Xander’s hold tightens.

“I’ll give you the air to answer me, little toy. But this time, I want to hear words.”

Frantically, I bob my head.

His hand loosens, granting me a precious sliver. “Speak.”

“I… I?—”

“No.” He doesn’t let me finish. “Too slow.”

Unable to cry out in frustration, I’m forced to succumb once more. Xander chokes me again, his short nails cutting intomy skin. While Lennox observes with parted lips, Raine listens intently to each small sound.

What did they expect?

Xander fucks exactly how he loves.

Intensely and all at once.

My lungs sear, lit with invisible fire. The room is blurring, morning light piercing my vision. Still I ride his length, pushing past the pain to seek the release I’m so desperate for.

“Try again.” Xander quickly lets go of my throat. “What do you need, Ripley?”

“To c-come.”

“Good. Now ask me nicely.”

Sadistic fucking bastard!

Eyes streaming, I work myself on his cock, chasing my climax with each rough surge of his hips. My body is on the verge of giving out, but I need a release for all the tension coiled inside me. It’s becoming unbearable.

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