Page 117 of Ravaged Soul
Sticky warmth slicks over my fingertips where I’m strumming my clit, teasing each prickle of desire to its maximum peak in-between sucks. The empty ache is growing fierce, urging me onwards.
God, I’d happily let him bend me over the bathroom sink and plough into me. He can take me as roughly as he so desires. Forall the pain tearing me up inside, I want to feel something good. Something pure. I want to feel him.
“Babe, stop. I’m going to…”
Lips tightening, I hold his length in my mouth. It jerks against my tongue, his grip on my hair creating a sharp burn. Just as I flick my tingling bud, Axel loudly barks my name for the whole apartment to hear.
“Fuck yes! Ember!”
Hot seed spills from his cock, hitting my throat and filling my mouth with salt. I keep sucking, pulling every last drop of pleasure from him. I want it all. Axel doesn’t disappoint as he pours himself into me like he’s never been given a blowjob before.
As I sit back on my haunches, he pulls from my mouth. Strings of come stretch between us, his eyes widening at the sight. I make a show of licking my sticky lips and swallowing every drop he spilled into me.
“You make me fucking breathless,” he pants with wide-blown pupils. “Fuck me, dimples. I did not expect you to drop to your knees like a goddess and do that.”
“Why not?” I grin cheekily.
“I just came in here to check on you.”
“And I wanted to do this.”
He bends at the waist, fighting to catch his breath. “You should’ve stopped. I still need to…”
As an idea dawns, Axel extends a single finger to me and grabs a spare towel to tuck around his hips. Then he vanishes. Huh. Great. I stiffly uncurl my legs, walking over to the sink on shaking legs. I’ve barely rinsed my mouth when he returns.
“What the hell, Ax? You can’t just barge into Ember’s bathroom.”
“You’ll be thanking me soon, big guy.”
Tantalising need bolts through me at the sound of Hyland’s grumbling, all rough and grumpy. I look over my shoulder in time to see him entering the bathroom, stopping short when he sees me naked and trembling.
For once, Hyland doesn’t have a remark. Not one. His olive eyes flit over me, lingering on the way my breasts shudder with each short breath. He gasps when I grab a handful and tweak my nipple, never once looking away from him.
“I told you to fetch her for breakfast.”
“I heardhave her for breakfast.” Axel grins, hands braced on his hips. “But Ember had other plans. Now you get to finish our girl off for me.”
If I could quake any harder, I’d be in a puddle on the floor. More warmth floods my core at the filth that Axel’s suggesting. Based on Hyland’s primal expression, his thoughts mirror mine.
“Please,” I whine, sliding my hand over my belly to glide between my thighs. “I’m so wet, Hy. I need it badly.”
“Bloody hell.” He reaches down to adjust his cock.
Grinning to myself, I push a finger through my folds. Yep. Soaked. His gaze doesn’t stray from my swollen cunt as I slide a digit inside myself and moan. It doesn’t take much more to break him.
Hyland moves in a flash across the bathroom, sweeping me into his huge arms and securing his mouth to mine. I squeak at the rough handling, his lips beating mine with pent-up ferocity that promises to leave a bruise.
The edge of the bathroom counter cuts into my back where I’m shoved backwards, allowing him to spread my legs with a thigh and push his swelling erection into me. The friction of his cargos feels exquisite against my exposed centre.
“Don’t tease her,” Axel scolds from nearby. “She’s ready for you.”
Pulling our lips apart, I lick across the seam of Hyland’s mouth. “Please fuck me. Please… fill me up. Make this ache go away.”
“This isn’t what I had on our agenda this morning.”
“But I want you. I need you.”
“You’re dangerous when you act all innocent,” he growls.
