Page 42 of Where Angels Fall

I hear him reach into his pants, and I arch my back, wordlessly begging for it.

“Holllyyyyy fuck,” Leon mutters.

I don’t get a chance to ask what’s wrong, because the head of the biggest cock I’ve ever felt forces its way in, stretching me wide. Splitting me open inch by inch. I cry out as I fall to my elbows, lungs emptying in a rush. He’s big. Bigger than anything I was ready for.

It burns. His cock splitting me in half as he slowly pushes every massive inch of himself inside of me. My eyes squeeze shut, breath stuttering as it just keeps going, stretching me further than I thought possible.

Then I feel it. The pad of Ash’s thumb stroking my cheek, slow and gentle, the softness of the gesture completely at odds with what’s happening behind me.

My eyes flutter open.

He’s watching me. Only me.

His hand cups my cheek, grounding me, comforting me, even as his voice carries the order for Griff to fuck me, and Griff obeys. Nothing could have prepared me for this. For the way a cock this big feels driving into me. It’s earth-shattering and body-breaking all at once, pleasure and pain blurring until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Ash murmurs to only me. “Getting railed like a sweet little slut on my meeting table. So fucking pretty.”

My brows draw, his words making something inside of me ache. Because he looks like he really means it. Like this isn’t degradation. Like its reverence.

“Fuck, she takes it like a fucking champ,” I vaguely hear Thomas say, and I feel my face heat. “That things’ a monster.”

“She’s wet as fuck,” Griff grunts, breathing heavily as he slams his pelvis into my ass. Hands as big as dinner plates envelope my hips, holding me steady as he rams into me over and over.

I feel him everywhere, invading my body from every angle. Heavy balls slap against me, his thighs like tree trunks smacking into mine. The sheer size of him is overwhelmingly consuming.

“Too,” I pant, the words barely forming. “Big.” My voice breaks, focus shattered by the way I’m being filled. “He’s too big!”

An amused sound rumbles from behind me, but he doesn’t slow.

Wiping the hair out of my face, Ash presses his lips so softly to mine that I barely feel them. And somehow it still detonates inside me, fireworks exploding behind my ribs. Fireworks lit by a savage man. Brutal and merciless.

“That’s it,” he breathes as he pulls back, leaving me aching for him. “You take him so well, Angel. Is he stretching that pretty little cunt?”

“Yes,” I cry out, nodding my head frantically. “Yes, oh God. Ughh...” I moan.

Electricity coils through my body, muscles locking tight, pleasure building so sharp I feel like I might split apart.

“You wanna come, my pretty little angel?” His expression ruins me because I know he’s playing with me. Every thought written clearly across his face.

I nod anyway. I’m too far gone to pretend otherwise.

“Please,” I sob. “Please, please, please.”

I feel it... right there. The explosion waiting to tear through me. And then I feel Griff tense behind me, his rhythm faltering, grip tightening as he does what he was ordered to do.

“Fuck yes, take my fucking cum,” he growls from behind me.

A sob bursts from my lips, pain and ecstasy and frantic need spiralling through me. I feel him fill me up and I push back against him instinctively, trying to chase my own pleasure that’s right there.

But he huffs a laugh, pulling out his massive erection, leaving me feeling emptier than ever. A frustrated sound comes out of me, and it just makes Ash smile wider.

Griff tucks himself into his pants as he jumps from the table, sated and feeling none of the desperation that I’m feeling.

Defeated and boneless, I fall back against the table, staring up until the only thing in my vision is the dim yellow bulb hanging overhead. It sways slightly, or maybe that’s just me. My body still humming, skin too sensitive, every nerve left raw and screaming.

Heat coils low in my stomach, sharp and insistent. I can’t think properly. My thoughts splinter and dissolve under the constant, pulsing ache between my thighs. I lie there exposed and shaking, arms falling uselessly at my sides, all that tension trapped inside me with nowhere to go.

My skin still buzzes, oversensitive and needy, aching without release.