She mumbles a moan onto Damon’s flesh as I leave a trail of wet kisses down the spine of her back, my hand caressing her curves until I reach the peak of her ass. With a light slap, I spit on my fingers and bring them to her sex, massaging and rubbing her desperate little clit. And then, I move up an inch, the collection of wetness following my trek upstream.
Emery gasps, her head springing up as I plunge one finger into her puckering ass. She cranes her neck, her eyes glossy and wanting as she looks back at me. I smirk at her, pushing the finger deeper inside her.
“More,” she breathes out. “More…”
And so I do.
With two fingers inside, I continue to stimulate Emery’s hole, stretching her open, preparing her. She clenches around my ministrations, and once again, she turns around, her gaze milky and raw as she demands, “More.”
Damon and I exchange a look, and he gives me a nod. Coating my cock with a puddle of her wetness, I rasp, “Tell me if it’s too?—”
“I saidmore,” she hisses, and I almost laugh at her neediness.
Damon gives me a cheeky smirk, and I line myself up, carefully and gently easing into her. Her moan swallows all the other noises in the room, and it’s like a siren is singing.
Her back arches, and Damon strokes her hair, growling, “You’re taking him so well, mami.” He slips a finger into her open mouth, and she sucks on it as I thrust in and out, mycock throbbing at the tightness, at her clenching, and the fucking pleasure of it all.
Just as I feel Emery’s about to come, I give Damon a silent signal, and he snakes his fingers through her hair, pulling her forward, my cock slipping out of her ass.
“Come here,” he grunts, pulling her onto his lap.
Emery’s limp, nearly satisfied body follows Damon’s guidance, and she straddles him. He rolls his cock in his fist, lips crashing against hers in a frenzy, and then he slams her down onto him, nearly splitting her pussy in half.
Emery yelps, throwing her head back as Damon lurches forward, sucking on her taut nipples, his teeth grazing against her skin.
“Ride me, mami,” he groans, slapping her ass. Emery bounces up and down, whimpering and moaning and crying out for release.
Suddenly, in one fluid motion, Damon slides closer to the edge of the couch and stands up, hoisting Emery up in the air. Her fingers grip and scratch at his shoulders as he rocks in and out of her. She reaches behind her, desperately trying to lure me over.
And then I’m there. Standing behind her, my cock grazing against her soaking slit. She pants and moans and curses, begging me to fill her, wanting to be completely consumed.
And I oblige. I give her everything she wants. I will always give her everything she wants. My cock squeezes through her hole, the pressure and tightness and fullness almost too much to handle.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock suffocating inside her tight little ass.
“Oh my God,” Emery whimpers, subtly bouncing up and down as Damon and I fill every inch of her, as we show her just how good we can make her feel.
I kiss her shoulder, nip at her skin with my teeth, hold her close as we annihilate her. As we make her scream our names.
The pressure builds. Inside all of us. I can feel it through her walls. I can sense it in the noise, in the pants, in the way her body trembles at our unyielding touch. And then we explode.
My cock throbs and rocks and I come inside of her, Damon’s groans matching the octave of mine as he finds his release. But Emery takes the show. She withers and squirms, shaking as she comes undone in our arms.
We collapse onto the fur rug in a state of satisfaction and bliss. We lie there quietly, limbs tangled, breathing heavy and raw as we’re intertwined, connected, united in a way that cannot be replicated.
After a few minutes of silent recuperation, Emery's voice, soft and raspy, bring us back down from the heavens. "I'm hungry."
Damon smirks. “You want to go again?”
Emery laughs—a delightful sound that seems to reverberate the room. She tries to sit up. A slight wince betrays her. "No, I mean hungry for food." Her gaze drifts toward the silk robe hanging in the closet. "I'm going to get us snacks."
"No," I insist, my hand finding hers. "I'll do it. You should stay here and rest."
Emery sighs, her playful demeanor still intact despite the fact we wrecked her. "I hear movement after trauma is necessary for recovery," she jokes with a mischievous glint. "I'll be back." She glances at Damon, a sly grin forming. "Andthenmaybe we can go again." She nods coyly at the unused can of whipped cream. “We still got dessert, right?”
Damon chuckles. “Right.”
As Emery heads toward the closet, her silhouette illuminated, I can’t believe we found ourselves a real-life angel.
