4. The Seven - Fallen Angel & Fae #2
Alistair grabs a glass bottle from the side-table and takes a few gulps.
I lean forward, watching his pale throat move in sexy waves.
I expect him to offer me the bottle, but he takes a small gulp and towers over me.
Azael yanks my head backward as he continues to scissor his fingers inside my pucker in long languid strokes.
Alistair squeezes my pussy hard, and my lips part on a cry. He seals my lips with his and the water dribbles into my mouth. Gulping down the Alistair-flavored water, I flick my tongue against his lips. Smiling, he takes another gulp and holds my nape as he seals my mouth with his once more.
I reach for their hard-as-steel cocks, giving them a quick squeeze.
Azael’s thicker in girth, but Alistair’s slightly longer.
Azael removes his hand from my hair and pinches my clit hard as Alistair increases the pace of his fingers plunging into my depths.
Clenching hard, I come on a loud cry, gushing on Azael’s lap.
My rosette and pussy pulse around their fingers, eyes scrunched shut, spine arched.
Strong currents of lust pool into my mouth and shoot into my veins, burning a blazing hot trail. When I come down from the high, Alistair is stroking my back as Azael strokes my exposed midriff.
“Sweet Azizam.” Azael rumbles appreciatively.
“Tasty Delight.” Alistair grins, licking his fingers coated in my slick.
I take off my cropped top and kiss Alistair first, then Azael, sighing blissfully.
Azael tugs my bottom lip between his teeth as Alistair kisses the inside of my wrist.
“Ready, Azizam?” He asks with a dark twinkle in his jewel eyes.
I’m about to ask for what when he grabs me by my waist and hauls me up, making me squeal. My feet hover almost a foot above the ground as he straightens to his six-and-a-half foot frame. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stare into his handsome face with a dreamy sigh.
He motions for Alistair to sit at the corner end of the sofa.
Then carefully lays me down with a soft kiss, so my head rests on Alistair's firm lap.
Alistair tilts my face for another kiss as he slightly eases off his breeches while stretching out his long legs.
I feel his hard thigh muscles flex beneath my neck as I nuzzle his groin.
His hard, long cock juts out from a nest of soft brown curls, his balls heavy with seed.
My succubus senses flare at the thought of him releasing in my mouth.
Azael chooses that moment to grab my shorts and rips them apart, tossing them to the floor as he rests a knee on the sofa. I spread my legs wider to his hungry gaze, not minding in the least. I’ve too many shorts anyway, tearing up a few won’t matter.
“Such a pretty little pussy.” He whispers darkly, pulling apart my pussy lips with his thumbs. “Weeping for my cock.” My pussy clenches at his words, desperate to be filled.
“Alistair, feed her your cock.” He instructs.
I had been licking Alistair’s balls with tiny flicks, fantasizing about his cum, but hearing Azael, Alistair says, “Open up, Delight,” with a smile.
He pushes his silky, hot length into my parted mouth and I swirl my tongue around his slick head. I moan at his sweet musky taste but don’t get to savor it since Azael suddenly enters me in a single deep thrust. My hips arch off and eyes clench shut.
“Don’t bite him Azizam, relax your jaw.” He groans in a low voice that sounds strained.
That's when I realize that I have clamped around Alistair’s cock, biting a little into the firm cock head. I jerk my head back, my eyes flying open. Catching him wince, I'm about to say sorry, but Alistair being the sweetheart he is, soothes me immediately.
“Shh, it’s ok, Delight. Don’t mind Azael. Come on, you can lick it all better.” He strokes my jaw and hair as I press tiny kisses to his cockhead, murmuring apologies to it.
Alistair and Azael both chuckle and I shoot a glare at Azael for slamming so hard into me. He just arches his brow, grabbing my thighs in strong hands, pulling them obscenely apart. I side-eye him and start suckling Alistair, making him whisper sweet nothings as he keeps stroking my cheeks.
I notice Azael's gaze dropping to the place between my thighs, where we’re joined. He pulls out almost all the way until my pussy kisses only the tip of his cock. Only to slam back in with bruising force. But this time I’m prepared so I don’t bite Alistair.
Crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain, I draw Alistair’s hand to my breasts. He squeezes my breasts between his hard palms. The sensation is everything, making me clamp around Azael’s thick length.
Alistair kneads the soft mounds delicately at first then with increasing strength as I suck him harder.
I rub my palm across his rock hard abdomen and lean, sinewy chest. He must have lost his shirt at some point.
I tweak his flat light brown nipples, moaning around his cock as Azael keeps thrusting into me at a punishing pace.
He enters my rosette a moment later, making me arch and whimper at the sudden fullness.
Alistair's pale skin is flushed as he spurts a bit of pre-cum on my tongue, letting out a little gasp when I hollow my cheeks.
Alistair stuffs two fingers into my core and plunges them back and forth keeping pace with Azael’s thrusts. My entire body trembles, heat pooling low in my belly.
Azael discards his shirt, revealing his wide muscular chest, while lazily pounding into me with long, deep strokes. He takes a corner of the shirt and wipes at my clit softly, carefully. Then at the base of his glistening cock. I’m too lost to lust to wonder why.
Alistair takes out his fingers and licks my desire, humming at the taste.
Azael stuffs his cock back into my empty core to the hilt in a single thrust. Then as he withdraws his thick, hard length, the skin above the base of his cock clings to my clit, tugging it out of its hood.
My eyes widen as the difference is immediate. I feel my clit kiss the base of his cock every time he snaps his hips away. With the steady tugging against my nub, my inner muscles coil tighter at the increased friction.
Alistair chuckles, “That’s crafty, Azael.”
The slick from our coupling trickles down my slit, leaving my little nub achingly sticky yet dry. His pubis kisses my clit faster as his thrusts become frantic and I splinter in ecstasy, my cry muffled around Alistair's cock.
Alistair spurts a little more precum into my mouth, sending a zing down my spine. Azael fucks me through my orgasm, forcing his rigid length inside my clenched walls.
I shudder pleasantly as he slowly rubs the side of my thighs with his warm palms. Alistair strokes his palm over my breasts in soothing motions and I let out a satisfied hum.