Chapter Eight – Angela #4
Gray made an unholy sound behind me at seeing me go down on her.
He grabbed my hips and shoved himself in deep, watching as I licked her open and kissed her clit.
I had no idea what I was doing, so I tried to do what I liked, nibbling and pulling at her clit with my lips, tasting her with my tongue, until her hands were wound in my hair and I heard her whisper the words, “Suck it,” with a whine, and a slowly added, “please.”
I did as I was told and felt her relax back and open up, and then Gray started thrusting again, hard, which made each of his thrusts roll through me and into her.
She was salty and sweet, like all good candies rolled into one, and I reached my fingers in to spread her open so I could lick her madly, and sometimes push my tongue in, between sucks.
She rocked back, moaning, and I was moaning into her, and Gray started making his animal sounds. He put a hand on each of my ass cheeks, spreading every inch of me tight and wide, and I knew he was watching his cock slide in and out.
Everything felt so good and true. I was finally getting fucked like I’d always needed and somehow, miraculously, I’d managed to do it with—and get it done partially by—my best friend, which was fucking good, because if she weren’t here now, I’d have never been able to explain all this to her.
“Angela,” Willa said, her hands tightening in my hair, keeping my mouth on her clit.
Feeling her tense, knowing she was close, heightened all of my sensations.
I could feel the peaks of my nipples brushing the bed with each of Gray’s thrusts, as I heard the solid smacking wetness where we met and felt the slap of his huge balls.
“Ang—Ang—you’re going to make me!” she promised, and then she did, yelping and shuddering, I could feel her orgasm rippling through her.
I followed her with my mouth, now gently kissing her down there the same as she’d earlier kissed my lips, until she rolled away, panting. Willa moved sideways, collapsed in front of me, reaching for one of my breasts. “Angela,” she said softly, giving my name whole new shades of meaning.
Gray had slowed down to watch her come, but now that that was over, he was back in charge. He reached forward and caught his hand in my hair, pulling my head and body back while he thrust forward, pinning me back. “All sorts of firsts for you today, girl, hmm?”
“Uh huh,” I agreed, my voice high, as I struggled to nod, reined by my hair.
“And now,” he said, letting go of my hair, reaching down to grab me bodily and hoist me up against him. “You’re all mine,” he said low.
One of his hands was between my breasts and at my throat, the other pressed my hips back. His hips pulsed in short sharp pumps, and I found my knees spreading wider, to try to take more of him in.
“Good,” he agreed with himself.
He curled over me then, holding himself up with one arm, while the other grabbed a breast—he was so much taller than me that he covered me completely.
He was curved over my back and I could sense things taking a deliciously desperate turn as he started driving his cock deep.
It was like after so long being careful he couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to have me—me!
—and part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening, even as I felt his cock thrust in and then rip back out again.
I was sure I’d never been more wet, and at the thought of my pussy bringing this dangerous man low, I started making animal sounds to match his, my cries bouncing like my breasts did, in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, girl, you make me hard,” he growled. I saw his hand by my hand clenching into the sheets. “I want to explode inside you, but I also never want fucking you to end.” He said it almost like it was a complaint, that anyone should ever have so much control over him.
I threw my head back, as much as I could, and arched my ass up so my pussy could keep taking more of him. I’d never felt more like an animal than at that moment, like I was getting mounted by something wild.
Everything felt electric—each stroke of his hard cock, opening me wide and shoving in again—my breasts bouncing, his balls slapping—Willa watching in wide-eyed amazement at me getting fucked.
She raced a hand back to touch me, but I didn’t need it—I would’ve come without it—just from him fucking me.
I knew, as a woman knows, that he needed to own me, that he was dying to fill me up, and I knew I wanted to be filled.
It felt like that until this moment my entire life I’d been an empty cup.
Heat welled. My stomach muscles bunched, my ass tightened, and my nipples almost burned where Willa touched them. The orgasm I’d had before—it would be nothing compared to this one, it was bearing down on me like a freight train, driven by his cock.
I opened my mouth to say a warning and then screamed instead.
That was all there was time for—and then it was on me—like I’d been jumped.
My orgasm made everything tense and pull, making me grab the sheets and grab him as I shouted incoherently.
I curled up with the force of it, and his hips followed mine, as his mouth bit my shoulder—almost to hang on.
He made a savage sound and I knew he was losing himself inside me as my pussy throbbed, pulsing tight.
His hips bucked of their own accord then, a wild staccato, and his animal need would’ve driven his seed deep if there hadn’t been a condom in the way.
And deep was where I wanted to take it. I already knew Gray was right—no other man could ever fuck me like this again—and as our hips danced, the ends of our orgasms fraying at the edges, I couldn’t begin to imagine giving this up.
He grunted a final time, gave a final thrust, and then slid out of me with a gasp. I felt bereft at once, and all that was in me wanted to start planning how to get him back in.
But my body was too tired, no matter my mind. I fell forward onto the bed into Willa’s waiting arms and he fell beside us both, breathing hard. It felt like an eternity passed before he rolled over and looked down.
“You’re both perfect,” he said, dark eyes deadly serious. Willa laughed.
I blinked, dazed, and I hadn’t caught my breath yet—but I knew two things for sure, laying there between them, as he’d fucked every other thought from my mind—that I was incontrovertibly in love with both of them and that I would not be going back home tonight.