Chapter 11

“All—” Mikhail’s tongue slid up his crack and Andrew groaned. “—mine.”

“Mikhail!” Andrew thrust back hard, impaling himself on the angel’s tongue. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he panted. He’d never felt this, had only done it to other guys. Oh, dear God…

Spreading Andrew open, Mikhail thrust his tongue deep, licking and sucking the puckered hole. Andrew moaned and panted, sensations beyond anything he’d ever felt in his life. He fisted his hands in the blanket, chanting Mikhail’s name with each breath. He was so hard, he ached, precome dripping onto the bed. When two of Mikhail’s fingers pushed inside him, Andrew cried out, shoving back and shaking. Mikhail nipped his left ass cheek, pumping his fingers in and out.

“Don’t stop,” Andrew gasped. “Oh, sweet fuck, Mikhail…”