Chapter Twenty-Four Charlotte
Chapter Twenty-Four
Charlotte
“So filthy, sir,” I moan, answering my husband as I feverishly try to grind my clit against his hand, but I’m so full of Azrael, reaching him is currently impossible.
Azrael sees my need and meets it, rubbing against my clit, first with his fingers and then with some of Lucifer’s shadows he conjures, until I’m practically coming apart at the seams.
It’s like cool silk slipping over my skin.
Meanwhile, Lucifer’s working his way into my ass like it’s an even tighter fit than usual, though he’s spent the last several weeks building me up to various kinds of anal play, and like the true Dominant he is, he’s curated this experience perfectly and is thoroughly lubed up.
But Azrael’s already stretching me to the max.
There’s no more room, and I’m riding him so hard that I can’t think straight.
My blindfold comes off suddenly.
I stare down into Death’s face.
His eyes so full of love that I shudder and shake. Lucifer’s hands snake up my sides and onto my breasts, unexpectedly removing the nipple clamps, and I cry out as the sensation rushes back to them, making me ache.
My pussy slickens, starting to throb, just as Lucifer manages to shove himself the rest of the way in, so that he’s seated all the way to the hilt, and then . . .
Holy hell.
They’re both inside me.
My nipples pulse, the clamps’ release coupled with the pressure of having them both stretching me is driving me so high that I’m full to the brim.
Lucifer grips my throat before he ruthlessly twists me toward him, cutting off both my orgasm and my airway as he and Azrael stop moving.
“You will not come before I tell you. Do I make myself clear?” he snarls into my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I rasp as he releases me.
The pain in my lungs sears, sharp and merciless.
His cock gives a sharp jerk inside my ass as he slowly starts to thrust, and in response, Azrael starts to swell inside my pussy.
A gasp tears from my lips, and I try not to moan as they move in tandem, but the sound I make to stop myself from losing it is just as damning.
I sound like the devil’s temptress my father always said I’d be.
As I ride both Death and the devil’s cocks.
“Well, would you look at that, Lightbringer.” Azrael chuckles, clenching his ab muscles so that his dick twitches again.
On the other side of that thin wall, Lucifer throbs in response as he thrusts into me balls deep, full force, and I pitch farther forward, bracing myself on Azrael’s pecs, whimpering.
“She’s not going to last long, Luce,” Death growls, his graveled voice making his chest rumble beneath me. “I think she likes that I can feel you there.”
In response a gush of heat rushes through me, and I’m certain they can both feel it.
Lucifer chuckles. “Of course she does,” he purrs, the heat of his breath trailing over my bruised neck as they both increase their speed, until they’re practically pummeling me. “Nothing but the best for my girl.”
My girl.
Something inside me aches.
I want to be his again so badly, but why does the sound of that make me heartbroken?
The delicious pressure inside me builds.
Until I’m not sure how much longer I can withstand it.
That full feeling in my belly starts to throb, intensifying the ache, like I might actually be breaking apart.
Without warning, Lucifer rotates my head to steal a quick kiss from me that ends with him deliciously dragging my lower lip between his teeth before he growls, “But if she likes the sight of you on your back, Azrael, wait until she sees you on your knees for me.”
Abruptly, I feel Azrael’s legs part. I glance over my shoulder, and Lucifer shoves two fingers up into Azrael’s ass and curls.
Death’s cock turns as hard as stone inside me, the impossible size of him thickening until he feels all-consuming.
I pitch forward again, crying out as Lucifer pounds into both our asses, his thrusts punishing as he sends both of us careening over the edge.
I pulse and pulse around Azrael, milking every bit of what he gives me like a shameless little whore.
And I know my future husband can feel it too.
He’s never going to let me live this down, is he?
Just as Azrael starts to pull out, Lucifer’s hand comes down onto my pussy so hard Death’s cum gushes from me.
Grinning wickedly, Lucifer licks some of it from his fingers, and then shoves them into my mouth as he snarls, “Now both of you shut the fuck up and come like the nasty little sluts I’ve taught you to be. ”