Page 66 of Where Angels Fall

Her gaze flicks past me, over my shoulder, her face morphing into one of want. One that has my cock hardening in an instant. One glance over my shoulder and I’m laughing, watching her watch the two girls grind on Griff without any shame.

“You really are a sick little puppy, aren’t you, Angel?” I lean in to whisper into her ear. She shivers as my warm breath ghosts down her neck. “Just as twisted as me.”

She doesn’t reply, but with the way her eyes flick back to Griff, I have my answer. A loud moan sounds from the bar, and both of our heads whip to the sound, a breathy laugh falling out of her when she sees what’s going on. Matt is pouring alcohol in between a young girl's tits, his tongue flicking over her nipple as the liquid drips into his mouth.

Maddy is vibrating; her hunger for her own pleasure written all over her face. Reaching down, my hands grip her ass, and I lift her legs to wrap around me, needing to feel her perfect warmth. My hard cock grinds against her folds as I hold her in the middle of the dance floor.

“You were perfect tonight,” I tell her, whispering into her ear before pulling back to look at her face again. “How did I find an angel like you?”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at me through her long lashes. “You didn’t find me. You claimed me,” she hums.

She’s right. I did claim her. Body, mind and soul. And i don’t plan on giving her up.

Reaching down, I pull out my aching cock, fisting it in my hand, already feeling the need to blow inside of her. Her panties are long gone, torn somewhere in a hedge maze, and my cock grazes her sopping wet cunt. All the live-action porn turning her into a soaked, needy little thing.

“Look, Angel,” I murmur, nodding down towards my hard cock and the new ink scrawled just along the base of my erection.

Her name, Angel, in cursive ink stains my flesh forever. Her eyes widen, lashes fluttering before they slowly rise to mine. I can’t read her expression, and uncharacteristic nerves flood me for a second. But then she throws her head back, a shocked laugh falling past her lips.

“You’re insane,” she giggles, and I can’t help but laugh back. I mean... she’s not wrong.

Sinking into her feels like coming home. She throws her head back, crying out as I drive into her completely in one go, her warm, wet cunt squeezes me like a fucking fist.

With my hands on her hips, I lift her off my cock and pull her back on, needing to fill her fucking cunt with my cum. I growl and grunt in the middle of my club, fucking my woman, as she holds onto me for dear life.

My hands slide up and down her body, trying to feel every inch of her. I feel like I'll never be able to get enough.

My lips collide with hers, and she tastes like fucking heaven as our tongues swirl together. My teeth clamp down on her bottom lip, pulling it roughly, and she whines into my mouth as I swallow the sound.

The salacious sounds of sex, sin and music thump around us, bodies on either side of us as we writhe together. Her ankles are locked behind my back as she uses momentum to rise and fall over my cock, moving like a wild animal desperate for more. I know how she feels because I feel the same way, so utterly intoxicated and driven wild with primal need.

My balls slap against her as I drive into her, the taste of alcohol mingling on our tongues. We are on a high like never before, after a night of death, destruction and wickedness. Whatever we face tomorrow, we will face together, because no one threatens my angel or touches her and gets away with it. And after tonight, my men will protect her without question.

My eyes lift and I see Thomas over her shoulder as he steps towards us, a salacious glint in his eyes sparkling when I nod to him. She doesn't see him as he unbuckles his pants, pulling his cock out. It's hard already, ready for my angel’s perfect cunt. When he pushes his chest against her back, she doesn't even seem surprised. Falling back against him, her head rolls on his shoulder, their lips colliding as we all dance together. Thomas grips her ass, squeezing until she moans into his mouth, his sandy blonde hair falling into his face.

“Can you take two cocks in your pretty, little cunt at once, Angel?” I growl at her over the music.

Her eyes flare slightly, but all I see is excitement, her swollen lips popping open as she catches her breath. Thomas grins a boyish grin at her reaction, and immediately I feel the smooth, round tip of his cock head pressing against mine. Her pussy lips are soaked, her arousal dripping down my balls, so I know we'll have no problem squeezing both of us into her snug little hole.

His head circles the back of her cunt, prodding and prying and trying to gain access as her hands reach back around his neck, her lips find his jaw as his fat tip finally squeezes past any resistance, her scream is swallowed up by the music, and Thomas's head falls forward on an exasperated groan.

“Fuck, this is a nice cunt,” he grunts out. “Such a fucking tight, wet, perfect cunt.”

I guess he's right about that. His tanned skin flushes as she tries to buck down onto his cock, despite how tight the fit is. My cock is still inside of her, and he pushes his way in slowly, her keening sounds echo between us as he gives her what she wants.

Slowly, so slowly, he works himself fully into her, our dicks pressed snugly inside her perfect hole.

We slow, giving her a second to adjust to the fullness of two me inside of her, but my needy little angel doesn’t want to wait. Writhing on the spot between the two of us, she tries to search for friction. She looks wild, bucking between us with her dress hitched up around her waist. One hand comes up to grip my dress shirt, while the other hand grips Thomas. Almost poking through the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples are pebbled, stiff with arousal.

When my eyes lift, I see other people on the dance floor have followed our lead, naked bodies writhing together. People fucking on the floor, on the chairs, standing up, leaning over. It's dirty.

Fucking dirty; the way the Devils like it. We are depraved and wicked and sinful, and that will never change.

My hips start to move, thrusting in and out of her. Thomas follows my lead, both of our cocks working in tandem, in and out of her. The noises she makes are driving me fucking wild as we tear her apart together.

Dipping down, my lips trace her clavicle and down towards her cleavage. I find one of her perky nipples through the dress and suck hard, dampening her dress with my saliva before I move to the next. She arches into my mouth, a silent plea for me to cause more pain, so my teeth clamp down on her perfect nipples. Like I expected, she shivers with lust, my perverted little angel needing a little pain with her pleasure.

My cock has never been this hard before, and I have to grip her body in a vicious hold to stop myself from pouring into her. Just looking at her wild and undone, pulled apart at the seams is enough to undo me. Thomas looks the same. He looks as if he's about to fall off the edge. His teeth gritted and his face red with exertion as he drives into her, his hips chasing a wild rhythm.