Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,64

took so long to arrive, but the orgasm seems to go on forever, flooding my body with the most exquisite feeling.

When I finally stop shuddering, my head drooping and my palms going flat against Ryland’s chest, he smiles up at me like a jungle cat who just ate a most satisfying meal.

I don’t know how it’s possible when I’m so sated, but my body is already hungry for more. I swirl my hips a little, smearing my arousal over his shaft and teasing my sensitized clit. As I do, Beckett crawls up behind me, pressing a hot kiss to my shoulder blade.

The heat of his chest makes me shiver with desire, and I gasp when I feel the thick length of his cock slide between my cheeks. It feels strange but good—dirty in a way that only turns me on more.

“Do you want us both, angel?” he murmurs. “We’ve already agreed to share you. Neither of us will try to claim you only for ourselves. But will you claim both of us?”

A thrill runs through me, and I crane my neck to look up at him over my shoulder. His cock is still firmly nestled between my ass cheeks, the length of it sliding against my skin as I rock against Ryland and Ryland pulses against me. The three of us are moving together, and each shift of our bodies makes the flame inside me burn hotter.

“Both of you?” I ask, my voice a little raspy. “Together?”

I think I know what he’s asking—at least, I’m pretty sure I do. I mean, I only have so many holes, so what else could he be talking about? It’s never really something I considered, but I’m shocked at how much the idea turns me on.

Beck sees my wide eyes, and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You don’t have to. We want to please you, angel. We only want to make you feel good.”

I know he means it. If I say no, they’ll drop it and probably find some other way to drive me crazy with pleasure.

But now that he’s put the idea in my head, I can’t let it go. It’s a little terrifying, sure. After all, these men are big everywhere, and I’m so tiny.

They won’t hurt me, though. I know they won’t.

“Yes.” The word is a breathy whisper, but when I speak again, my voice is louder and more confident. “I want you both. Together.”

Something flares in his eyes. The emerald of his irises burns bright, and I can feel the greed in him. He’s greedy, but not to have me for himself. He’s greedy for this.

For this moment.

Ryland’s grip on my hips is almost bruising, as if my words have frayed his control to it’s breaking point, and the two men begin kissing me and touching me with renewed fervor. I end up draped over Ryland’s chest, his talented lips and tongue making my toes curl with pleasure as he kisses me like he might never stop.

Behind me, Beckett slips two fingers into my soaked core, gathering the wetness there before dragging his fingertips to my back entrance. My body jolts a little as he slides one thick digit inside, but I remember this from my encounter with Ford. I remember how good it felt, the strange feeling of fullness as I came on his face with his finger buried inside me.

It felt incredible then, and it feels the same now. Better, even, because I know this is leading to something more.

When Beck adds a second finger, my muscles tighten around him, my whole body tensing.

“You can take me, angel. I promise,” he growls.

The roughness of his voice makes goose bumps rise on my skin, and I breathe into Ryland’s kiss, letting the man beneath me work the tension out of my body as he rocks his hips against mine. He still hasn’t slipped inside me, but I can feel how badly he wants to. His shaft is slick with our combined arousal, and it pulses against me as he grinds me into him.

The two fingers in my back hole begin to work deeper, and every time my body tenses, Beckett backs off just enough to let me relax before pushing a little farther.

They’re so patient. So focused. So hungry for me.

And the patience pays off. As need begins to build inside me, flooding my body with electric heat, I can feel myself stretching and softening to accommodate Beck. When he slides his fingers out of me, I