Betrayed By Beauty - Ashley Lane Page 0,75
a little and watch as Jax takes his own monstrous cock and clenches his fist around it. He holds it out like it’s the sweetest offering and without a single word, Angel leans down and takes the entire length into his mouth. Three moans fill the room as we each experience a form of euphoria.
Mouth agape and eyes wide, I watch them, squirming beneath Jax’s heavy-lidded gaze. He lifts my hand and sucks two fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digits, coating them with wetness. “Touch your clit, little one,” he says once he pulls them from his mouth.
I obey and slide my fingers to my pussy, my breathing escalating when I run the barest of touches over the swollen nub. Jax’s chest rumbles in approval and Angel pulls away from Jax’s cock, wanting to see for himself what’s happening between my legs.
Before he can unsheathe his mouth fully from Jax’s cock, a dominating hand threads through his hair, pushing him back down the thick length. “Did I say you could come up?” Jax demands. Angel shakes his head, eliciting a groan from deep within Jax’s chest as his cock moves deeper into Angel’s throat with the movement.
Between my legs, my fingers are still moving, playing along the length of my clit, teasing the opening of my hole where my need is dripping out onto the sheets. Shameless, almost pornographic moans spill from my lips as the pleasure increases. My orgasm is barreling down upon me and I’m helpless to do anything but let it come.
“Don’t come, Oakley.” Jax says, a warning in his tone. My hand drops immediately following the command and I cry out in frustration as the threat of my orgasm recedes.
Using his hand still speared through his hair, Jax pulls himself free of Angel’s mouth. He leans down and licks inside his mouth, a tender show of appreciation before he pulls back. “Sit against the headboard. Legs cocked and spread.” Angel shivers at the command and moves to follow out the order.
I can’t move my eyes away from Angel. Veins protrude from his powerful arms that are draped over his knees. His cut abs are tense, giving them even more than their usual definition and the light splattering of blonde hair on his lower belly draws my eyes even lower until they rest on his leaking cock. My tongue moves of its own accord, the tip peeking out to coat my lips.
Angel growls, pulling my attention to his face and my body flushes at the unveiled lust I find in his gaze. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman, sweetheart. Keep looking at me like that and I can’t promise to be gentle.”
Before I can blink, Jax is towering over Angel gripping his cock in a tight fist. He runs his nose against the length of Angels before whispering against his lips. “Don’t forget who runs this show, baby. You’ll touch her how I tell you to touch her, understand?”
“I understand,” he grits between clenched teeth as his hips thrust his cock into Jax’s closed fist. Much to Angel’s displeasure, Jax releases him and turns to me. “Now, before I tell you to climb up and sink that sweet pussy down on Madd’s cock—” he pauses when I whimper and Angel growls “Fuck yes.”
“When we say it’s our job to keep you safe, we mean that in every aspect.”
Seeing my confusion, Angel steps in. “He’s asking if we need to wear a condom, sweetheart.”
Oh! I can literally feel the heat radiating from my face as I attempt to formulate the least humiliating answer. “I’m a virgin,” I blurt out quickly. “Well, I mean, I guess that depends on your definition… I mean there’s no hymen because well—toys.” I ramble and realize that operation don’t make yourself look like an idiot, just crashed and burned into a thousand tiny pieces. So I level them with the truth. “It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, but real dicks are in short supply when you’ve got a face like mine.”
Silence hangs in the air for a beat… then the bedside drawer closes and Jax is behind me. Suddenly my chest is tight, and my lungs have stopped giving me much needed oxygen. Angel’s gaze is locked onto Jax over my shoulder, watching as Jax lowers his mouth to my ear. “Next time I hear you say something about yourself like that, I’m going to take you over my knee. And warning, Oakley—I don’t