my angel naked, his pants in a heap at the corner of the couch, and his long, hard dick waiting for me, standing straight up. In other words, he wasn't done with the show.
I could barely think with what he was doing to me. The pressure between my legs blurred my thoughts, but I knew I wanted this, and I was tired of playing around. So, bending my leg, I eased it back and knelt on the edge of the couch, my back to Luke's chest. His hands helped, finally releasing my more than ready pussy, and I eased myself down, still facing the room of men who couldn't even blink.
One leg on the floor, one bent beside Luke's thigh, I lowered myself until I felt him at my opening. A shift of my hips angled him just right, and then I sank onto my angel. Behind me, he cursed, the words in the last language I expected: demonic. That was enough to make Nick wrench open his pants and Bel shove off his, but then my eyes closed. I could hear the others stripping, but I didn't care at all.
Because Luke felt good. He felt thick, hot, and hard. When I eased myself higher, his hands helped, clasping my ribs with enough force to bruise, and then he pulled me back down, thrusting up with his hips as I took every last inch he had to offer. I wasn't sure which one of us was doing the fucking, but it didn't matter. He wasn't gentle, and I didn't want him to be.
Throwing my head back, I stopped worrying about everything but the thickness filling me, grinding against my walls so perfectly. Each time I crashed into his body, I felt my tits bounce. Every time I pushed back up, I could hear myself panting. And then he spread his knees wider. Across the room, the others could see him sliding in and out of my body. Beside me, I heard Sam shifting on the couch. I cared about none of it.
This was my angel, in my legion, and tonight was my turn to be the center of attention. I just wanted to get off, and I liked it hard. I wanted it fast. I needed this to be so intense that nothing else mattered, so that I couldn't give myself the chance to worry about anything else. I just needed him to finally be mine, even if only for a moment.
Then Luke let go of my side, letting me set the pace. A second later, his fist found the length of my hair, and he pulled, forcing my face to the ceiling. My back arched, shoving my breasts out, but I didn't slow down. I could feel that sweet pressure building, the sparks of pleasure beginning to take over my body, and I was at his complete mercy, just the way I wanted it.
Beneath me, he thrust, driving just a little deeper each time I plunged down onto him, and then his mouth found my neck. Trapped in his hands, all I could do was moan, gasp, and beg for just a little more. I wasn't even sure what language I used, and I honestly didn't care. I just wanted this man to make me cum harder than I ever had before. I wanted my legion to see it all. I needed this to mean... something.
I didn't know what, and I honestly didn't care. I was too close. He felt too good. The knowledge that I was on display kept driving me higher and higher, like some drug I couldn't get enough of. Pulling at my hair, Luke bent me back just a little more, and then he took over completely. Surging his ass off the couch, he pumped upwards, driving himself into me. I could feel his thighs flexing against mine and the rocking of his body against my back. Hard. Every inch of him was solid, and driving me absolutely crazy. I whimpered, feeling those sparks turning into an inferno, and then I shattered, my body shuddering even as my core clamped down on him with my climax.
"Oh, fuck," Luke snarled, thrusting a few more times before the warmth of his release burst inside me.
And we crashed back onto the couch together, his hand finally relaxing on my hair. I took just a moment to suck in air, then turned and lifted, sliding my body off of his as I aimed for the couch. Luke's hand caught