Page 28 of Where Angels Fall

Other hands join in, men falling to their knees. One of them shoves two fingers in her tight back hole. The strangled cry my angel lets out is one full of ecstasy. She takes it so fucking well.

She jolts when fingers find her clit, and Derek sifts his fingers through her soft curls above her cunt, before gripping them and pulling roughly. One of them sucks her earlobe into his mouth, biting down and grunting into her ear.

It’s a lot. Almost too much. I’m expecting her to panic and run.

Though when her eyes find mine, like they can’t fucking help it, only pure lust shines in them. All her fear, all her hesitation... it’s completely gone. She’s too caught up in her base animal instincts to stop whatever is happening. Running on pure need and lust.

It's perfect. She's perfect.

The way she takes my men is fucking perfect.

I light another cigarette, and I fear I won't have enough to get through this night, but I need something to distract my itching fingers.

It doesn't take long before Leon's pulling his cock out of her mouth and spraying white ropes of seed on her cheeks, lips, and down her chin.

“Take my cum, sweet thing,” Leon murmurs, his hand working every last drop from his cock. He growls when her tongue darts out to catch a drop off her top lip. With a tight grip on her hair, he pulls her face back to his groin, her lips wrapping around one of his balls.

Thomas growls, driving in and out of her as Leon holds her top half to stop her from sprawling on the ground.

“No wonder he calls you Angel,” Thomas huffs a breath, his voice sounding strained. “This cunt is going to take me straight to heaven.”

My bottom lip fits between my teeth as I bite down, chasing the pain.

“Fuck... I’m coming,” he growls, his hips stuttering behind her.

She’s crying, sobbing against Leon’s cock. Her body must be so oversensitive, hands grazing over her perfect skin, and a cock driving into her overused cunt. But through those sobs, she whines in pleasure.

I’ve never seen someone succumb to bliss the way she is now. It just confirms that she is mine.

My angel seems to be stuck in a perpetual state of orgasm. Her body locked and trembling, her eyes dazed and heavy as she searches for me. I love that she can't stop looking for me. I love that her eyes can't stop finding me. One of her small hands mindlessly reaches towards me, and I freeze. The movement is too soft, too special to be real, but it is. Her eyes are on me as her fingers reach towards me.

I'm someone who makes people run. I'm someone who instils fear in people.

I'm not someone who brings comfort to someone in a moment of need.

Yet, she's reaching for me. I can't stop my feet before they're moving and I'm striding towards her. Another man has lined up their cock and is pushing inside of her cunt as she falls forward against the ground, her cheek pressing against the dirty wooden floor. I crouch in front of her, and her teary eyes blink up at me heavily.

The rough pad of my thumb slides over her cheek, over the smeared mascara and tears and sweat that gathers under her eye. I continue to stroke her cheek softly, watching her face contort as the man behind her rails into her, using her sore, battered, used cunt to his liking.

“Good girl,” I whisper down at her, and she seems to melt into my praise. She lifts her cheek, trying to nuzzle my palm, and I let her. Softly pushing her sweaty hair off her face. “You are doing so good for me, Angel...so good for us. What a good little thing you are for me.”

She whimpers, tears falling past her lashes. Her skin is flushed and her pouty lip trembles.

“Does it feel good to let go, Angel?” I push in a soft, growly voice.

She nods once, a whimpering moan falling past her perfect pink lips. I continue to stay crouched on the ground, my fingers caressing her silky soft hair in a soft touch, until Derek spills his load on her ass. She's covered in cum, and it just makes her look even prettier. And when the next man falls to his knees behind her, she’s expecting it. Her languid body accepting the intrusion.

I whisper praise to her as those dark eyes stay locked on mine. Heavy lashes flutter every time the devil behind her thrusts brutally into her, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. I’ve never felt power like it. The power of having her, while someone else takes her.

My hand grips her face, fingers biting into her cheeks.

“That’s it. Keep those fucking eyes on me,” I grit out, and she inhales a shaking breath. I can hear deep groans, Ethan sounding like he’s about to come. “My perfect angel. Taking my men so fucking well.”

Ethan’s grip on her turns vicious as he begins to fall apart inside her. She lets out a pained whimper, and my thumb strokes her cheek gently. I can’t fucking stop. The need to comfort her while also tearing her apart conflicts within me.

And the way her body reacts to touch is unsettling. She craves it. Needs it. Almost as if no one ever offered her human contact in her short existence. It overwhelms me with the need to keep my hands on her. To be the one to give it to her.

Ethan pulls out and steps away, yet my girl stays on her hands and knees ready. It has me smirking down at her.