Page 137 of Desiring an Angel

“Fuck my throat,” Ash murmured from beneath him.

Rhett moved forward, groaning a deep curse.

Ash hummed appreciation, and I bit my lip to keep from whimpering as Rhett backed onto the silicone dick.

Mirrors! My mind screamed, dozens of them—on every surface of the bedroom. I could watch my slick dick being sucked into Rhett’s body but couldn’t see the mouth he sank into when pushing forward.

Next time, I told myself, because I was so doing Rhett’s ass again.

And Ash’s—Rhett would share. I knew he would.

I stayed still, trembling like a leaf in a rainstorm, letting Rhett take what he wanted from the thing cinched tight around my waist. Every grunt and curse spilling from his lips heightened my own need for release. Ashton’s pre-cum dripped onto his tight abs, and when Rhett leaned down to taste him, I grabbed hold of his hair.

“No—that’s mine,” I whispered, my voice wrecked with lust.

“Ah fuck.” A shudder ripped through Rhett, and his hips slammed forward.

The sound of Ash gagging tightened my nipples, and I eased out of Rhett’s ass the second he sagged, panting and head hanging.

My hand shook, and I cursed a few times, but I got the damn straps undone and tossed the leather and silicone bits away. A quick scamper, and I knelt over Ash’s dripping tip, so damn needy I couldn’t focus on anything but his dick. In me.

Now.

“Fuck yeah,” Rhett said, slumping onto the bed, his dark, sated eyes on me.

Ashton grabbed my hips and slammed my swollen lips and soaked core down over his rigid length.

I cried out, arching back as he fucked up into me hard and fast, hitting my cervix with every thrust. The pleasure bordered on pain, but I needed him deeper—I wanted to feel him for days.

“Make a mess all over his cock, angel.”

I did as Rhett told me, yapping absolute nonsense as I came undone in Ashton’s grasp.

ASHTON - TEN MONTHS LATER

Sky’s shriek fucking killed me—I swore, babbling the same as she’d been doing for hours on end about how I was never touching her again. I would never let another single sperm of mine anywhere near her poor, wrecked vagina.

“One more push, Skylar,” her doctor said, and I gritted my teeth just as hard as she did, holding her trembling thigh as she curled her upper body and bore down, snarling like a rabid animal.

“That’s it, Sky,” Rhett murmured as though in complete control, gently rubbing her other thigh where he perched beside the hospital bed. But his eyes were wide, hair a wild mess from running his hands through it while Sky had labored. She’d finally gotten to the pushing part, and both of us bracketed her, watching our child be born.

“Okay…relax for me for a minute,” the doctor murmured, and Skylar flopped back, a sweating, red-faced gorgeous mess.

Bright auburn hair covered the baby’s head sticking from my lover’s body, its tiny face scrunched up, eyes clenched shut as the doctor turned its head. Half in, half out of my poor, sweet angel’s entrance—my stomach churned, but I wasn’t going to miss that moment for anything.

“This is the worst part, I promise,” the doctor stated in his annoyingly calm voice—I wanted to rip his goddamn throat out with how he maneuvered that head, those shoulders…one popped free…two—the baby came out in a rush of liquid.

Penis…

“It’s a boy!” I cried, tears erupting from my eyes. I tore my focus off his little mouth being suctioned to find Sky smiling, eyes closed, her flushed face finally at rest.

“I’m so doing that again,” she murmured as the baby’s shrieks filled the room.

“The fuck you are!” I trembled, so damn overwhelmed I couldn’t move. Couldn’t decide where to look—baby. Rhett. Sky. I sobbed, snot running from my nose and everything.

Warm arms wrapped around me from behind. “Ash.”

I sank into Rhett’s embrace, handing off Sky’s limp leg to a nurse who stepped in to replace me.

---