Page 89 of Desiring an Angel

Every slide of her soaked pussy over my cock shot an ache through my balls. They firmed up, and I hissed. “Rhett.”

He finally approached, and I gave him my attention as he drew closer. Dark, wet hair mussed from a quick drying of the towel, he stood naked and gorgeous, his dick half-hard.

Our gazes met and held, and I hoped he could see my thankfulness for agreeing to share her in the way fate had intended.

His eyes weren’t hard or closed off. I didn’t get a sense of jealousy.

His attention flitted over Skylar, but she kept her focus on me, going still at his presence.

I ran my hands up her thighs, thumbs caressing her hip bones. “Okay?”

She nodded—but didn’t speak.

Rhett pulled open the bedside table drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube. “You’re alright with us not using condoms, Skylar?” he asked, his tone as tense as her body.

“Yes.” Skylar turned toward him, fire in her eyes. “Whether you want it or not, I’m going to thoroughly bask in the love of this generous man who dreams of nothing but happiness for all three of us.” Her voice shook, but she tilted her chin up slightly as though expecting Rhett would argue. “How about you let go of your goddamn stubbornness for once and simply choose to enjoy life outside your comfort zone?”

Her words hit me like a punch—but warmth rose inside me. Fuck, did I love her fire, how she called him out and pushed him to grow.

Sky shifted forward, tipped her hips, and took me into her body with one hot, clenching slide.

“Ah, fuck.” I gritted my teeth and flexed my ass, gaining another inch inside her tight sheath as she settled fully atop me.

“You know you want my ass,” Skylar told Rhett, the heat still in her voice. “How about you find the strength to stop denying we could be something beautiful?”

She didn’t wait for an answer or for him to make a move. Sky grabbed hold of my hair and took my mouth in a possessive kiss full of longing and lust.

Her pussy walls squeezed around me, tight and wet, sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Fucking perfection. Every gyration of her hips glided hot silk over my length and caused tingles to race through my balls.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded, pulling them apart, trying like fuck to get Rhett where he needed to be before I busted prematurely.

The bed dipped near my knees, and I straightened my legs fully for him to straddle my thighs.

“Anyone ever have your ass before, Skylar?” The rasp in his voice suggested arousal, but a hard thread of resolve lay beneath.

He was doing this for me—not her or because of the words she’d challenged him with.

“No,” she whispered, her forehead tipping against mine as though some of the fight had left her.

Rhett clasped her hip and stilled her movements atop me.

She released a low moan, and I imagined him lubing her hole with a gentle circular motion.

“Relax,” he murmured.

Sky gasped and tensed around me.

I soothed my hands along her spine, my balls still throbbing, dick wanting to plunder. “Bear down when he presses in—trust me, angel.”

She exhaled slowly and nodded.

Rhett’s finger moved along my length through the thin membrane of her inner flesh.

“Christ, Rhett.” I gritted my teeth as he stroked deeper, caressing us both.

“Oh...” Sky grimaced.

I took her mouth, hoping to distract her from the stretching burn I knew all too well. She slowly relaxed against me, her fingers once more tightening in my hair.

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