Page 70 of Ravaged Soul

I hold Axel’s challenging stare. “I am.”

“Good,” he hums.

Lifting a hand from Ember’s waist, I push it underneath the hem of her cropped t-shirt. She’s only wearing a soft, stretchy sports bra to avoid putting pressure on her sore ribs. I can easily inch my fingers past the fabric to cup her breast.

“Hy,” she moans.

“Shh, red. Let us make you feel better.”

“Both of you?”

Finding her firm nipple, I pinch the bud. “Yes.”

As I roll her stiff peak back and forth, eliciting carnal moans from her lips, Axel works on undoing her drawstring. Ember grinds into me, sending another jolt straight to my rock-hard dick.

“Hold her still,” Axel instructs.

Pushing her sweats down, he exposes the plain, cotton panties she was given to wear. Ember whines when I grab a handful of her tit and squeeze, my mouth descending on her neck from behind. The little sound is exquisite.

“You heard him.” I suck her skin between my teeth, laying down a light bite. “Still, baby. Or I won’t be held responsible for bending you over and fucking you against that door.”

Her breasts thrust out, filling my palms. Axel snickers from where he’s stroking her bare thighs, tracing a single fingertip along her panties’ elastic waist.

“Think she likes that idea. I can smell how wet she is.”

“Damn you.” Ember’s curse is guttural.

“Just an observation,” he teases. “You’ve soaked through your panties, Em. Is it the idea of us sharing you that makes you drip like a hungry little slut?”

Hips bucking, she’s pushed back against me by Axel’s grip on her thighs. I grunt and suck her neck harder, the jolt causing my cock to strain against my cargos for attention. God, I’m fit to burst. But this isn’t about me. We’re bringing Ember back to herself.

“I said still,” Axel chastises.

“Please,” she gasps.

He leans in to plant a kiss on her covered mound. “I do love it when you beg. It’s so out of character.”

“Ax,” I warn.

“Alright, alright.”

His fingers hook into her panties, drawing them down to pool at her ankles. Ember whimpers, head thrown back against my shoulder. I laugh sinisterly in her ear.

“You’d think I wouldn’t be into this, but the idea of Axel eating that wet pussy while I hold you still has me harder than fucking steel, red. How’s that for a surprise?”

Axel glances up at me. “I’m surprised.”

“Shut up and do your job, pup. The lady’s waiting.”

He smirks a little. “Then open her legs for me.”

Goddamn. That shouldn’t be so filthy hot.

“Oh,” Ember moans louder.

She’s loving this too.

Turned on by her pleasure, I reach down to hook a hand beneath Ember’s left leg. She lets me guide it up and open, the stretch exposing her centre to Axel’s hungry stare. I hold her there, spreading her cunt wide for his viewing pleasure.