Page 133 of Desiring an Angel

Rhett hissed, his stomach contracting along with his backside flexing. “Fuck!”

I chuckled as I realized how she teased him. “You’re clenching around his dick, aren’t you?”

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed an agreement—and Rhett cursed again.

“I’m trying to help you out here,” he grumbled, his arms starting to tremble, sweat beading on his brow.

Rhett suffered with his dick wrapped in decadent, wet heat. Such a selfless lover, he deserved to enjoy himself too.

A thought struck my head, and I went for it without hesitation.

“I know a sure way to set him off,” I said, rolling to get between his legs.

“Fuck—Ash,” Rhett moaned but sank back onto Sky’s body, snaking his hands beneath her ass to lift her as he did the same with his own backside in offering to me.

I spread his cheeks and ran my nose over his drawn up balls, along his taint, and over his puckered hole. A flick of my tongue sent a shudder through him.

“Squeeze around him, Sky,” I said and shoved my tongue into his ass.

“Ah…Jesus fucking Christ—goddamnit!”

He pulled out of her body with a jerk, shoving me backward, pulsing his spunk all over her belly.

“Fuuuck…” He went lax after one final shiver, that happy contented tone of his painting a smile on my face.

“That’s the voice right there,” Sky said with a sigh, and I kissed up Rhett’s spine, caging him between the two of us.

“Success.” I smiled down at my green-eyed lover, the heat of Rhett soaking through my chest.

Sky giggled, and I leaned down to kiss her, trapping his hard body between us.

“I think we killed him,” I told her while pushing up onto my hands again.

Rhett grunted but didn’t move.

I reached between his spread legs to find his softening cock and a mess of my cum dripping from Sky’s core.

“We’ve got nothing but time, baby,” I told Rhett and kissed his shoulder. “But I appreciate the effort in helping make my dreams come true.”

I slumped down beside Sky, and Rhett rolled onto his back on her other side.

“Christ. I’ve never gotten off like that. Not one goddamn thrust—like I was seventeen and owning Ash’s ass for the first time,” Rhett muttered, an arm tossed over his eyes. “Fucking hell, that was hot.”

Chuckling, I leaned over Sky, grabbed Rhett’s scruffy jaw, and kissed his mouth with a press of my lips—same as I’d done after he’d filled me with his cum that day all those years ago. “Love you,” I whispered.

Sky sighed and palmed my ass cheek. “Next time, I’m watching,” she said, her voice dreamy like her head was in the clouds.

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Rhett said.

We enjoyed a lazy shower together after downing a cup of coffee each, taking turns in washing each other.

Rhett and I both got hard again from Skylar’s wandering hands and roaming fingers but denied her, promising to care for her that evening.

Saltwater lapped at our bare feet as we walked along the beach. Sky in the middle, both her hands firmly clasped in ours, she drew attention.

But she laughed and chatted, completely naive to the looks she got, clueless about her stunning beauty.

We went out for a late lunch, and I napped on the couch while we watched a movie, Sky’s fingers in my hair, Rhett’s hands kneading over my feet.

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