Page 88 of Burn Like An Angel

“That isn’t actually possible, you know.”

“I can assure you it is.”

“Well, sue me. I like the view.”

He smirks proudly. “Bring your gorgeous ass to me. Just go slow, alright?”

I carefully lift myself on top of him, keeping the weight off my leg. “How would you know my ass is gorgeous?”

“Call it intuition.”

His touch skims over my hips and waist, each teasing brush electrifying my nerves. When his hands move to cup my breasts, I arch my back to push my chest into them. Raine makes a low, satisfied noise in his throat.

He squeezes my mounds, his thumbs sliding over my aching nipples. Each brush causes them to harden into sensitive points. Everything is tender, heightening the twinges of pleasure.

I grind myself on him, feeling his shaft sliding against my pussy lips. It feels more intimate somehow, now that we’ve laid all our cards on the table. This isn’t just sex anymore. We’ve become more than the shallow labels I insisted on.

“I can feel how wet you are,” Raine marvels, lightly pinching my nipple. “Were you soaked when Lennox watched us the other day?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“You wanted to make him jealous, didn’t you?”

Sliding a hand down my body, he locates my pulsating clit. I gasp when his thumb circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing my skin to tighten with pins and needles.

“Ripley,” he says sternly. “Answer the question.”

Between his length sliding back and forth in a torturous taunt and his thumb pressing down on my clit, I have no hope of keeping the truth to myself. It spills out in a low whine.

“Y-Yes.”

“I bet he was dying for a taste of your sweet cunt.” He grins wolfishly. “And furious when he couldn’t have it.”

Pleasure rolls over me. I love the thought of driving Lennox insane with lust. Especially when I’m touching Raine. He spent so long trying to tear us apart, it felt right to tease him with his failure.

“You know, I imagined what it would be like if he joined us,” Raine admits as he flicks and circles my bud. “How I’d feel if he touched you while I rode your mouth.”

The mental image is enough to make the heat within my core boil over. I push myself against him, begging for any amount of friction. All I want is for him to sink inside me and ease the hollow ache.

“Can you imagine it, Rip?”

“It crossed my mind,” I whimper.

“Did you imagine him bending you over and pushing inside you? How would it feel taking us both, do you think?”

“Fuck, Raine.” My pussy clenches, weeping with unmet need. “Please.”

“It’s not something I’ve tried before. I wonder if he has.”

The dirty-minded bastard is going to kill me off with all these mental images. Sure, I wanted to piss Lennox off. Perhaps I even considered what it would feel like, having them both inside me. But Raine’s bringing the fantasy to life with each filthy word he whispers.

Reaching between us, I seize his shaft, tired of playing games. He’s hot and pulsing in my palm, a bead of shining pre-come gathering on his tip. I slick the moisture with my thumb, watching his breath catch.

“You want to know what I imagined?”

“Fuck yes, babe. Tell me.”

I languidly work his length up and down. “I imagined Lennox bending me over while your cock was deep in my throat. He’d be rough. Angry. Determined to prove himself.”

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