Page 15 of Angel's Fantasy

“This, too?” I asked, already unfastening my bra before he could answer.

He nodded—a good thing, since I wasn’t about to stop. “All of it,” he said, the low rumble of his voice thick with desire. “Everything. I wanna see all of you.”

Fuck.

It was all I needed to hear.

I shrugged out of my bra and pulled down the short shorts I was wearing along with my panties in one swift motion that left them pooled at my feet. Feeling more bold than ever, I stepped out of the pile of clothes and reached for him, but he caught both of my wrists in his hands.

“No. Wait.” He shook his head slightly as he let go, and I reluctantly let my arms drop back to my sides.

He was pushing me to the edge, and he knew it, but as he took a step back and let his eyes drink in the sight of my naked body, I could tell that he wasn’t in any hurry to give me the release I so desperately needed.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice so quiet that I wasn’t even sure he’d be able to hear it. “I need…”

“Need what? Tell me, Bella.”

Was he taunting me? Teasing me? Trying to torture me?

Whatever. I didn’t care anymore. I’d play his game if it meant I could have what I wanted in the end.

“I need your mouth…” I swallowed hard. “Your tongue… please.”

He reached down and adjusted himself, his big hand tugging at an even bigger bulge.

God, that was what I needed.

Then he slowly licked his lips and took a step forward, pressing his body against mine. He bent down and pressed his face against my neck. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, could feel him inhalingme.

“Yes, more… please,” I was panting, struggling to keep my hands to myself as his lips trailed down my body.

I needed to touch him, and reached for him before I could stop myself. But he’d anticipated my move, as if he knew my mind and my body better than I did, and pinned my hands to my sides again as he stood up and looked down at me with a sexy smile.

“If you’re going to keep disobeying me, I’m not going to give you what you want…” His voice was low and quiet, but it still seemed to fill the room, to rumble through my body as I took in every word.

“Please, no,” I shook my head, using my eyes and my voice and my body to plead with him. “I’ll be good, I swear, just please don’t stop.”

I should’ve felt ashamed at the way I was begging, but I didn’t. I didn’t give one single fuck about the way I sounded or how pathetic I might have looked. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was what he could do to my body.

His hands still around my wrists, he gently pushed me backwards until I was pressed against the wall. “I’ll make you feel good, but I think I’ll hold onto your hands for now…”

Yes. Whatever. Do whatever you want. I don’t care, just pleasehurry.

My brain was screaming the words, but they wouldn’t come out. My throat had gone dry, and I could only hope that he could read my mind as well as he’d been able to read my body.

He lowered himself onto his knees in front of me and leaned in closer. I could feel his rough stubble as it scraped across the sensitive skin at the tops of my inner thighs, and could feel the tip of his tongue as he teased and flicked it up and down along my slick folds.

Yes, God. Thank you Jesus.

It was finally—finally—happening.

A long, loud moan escaped my lips, and I pressed my hips forward, wanting—willing—him to do more. Faster. Now.

He seemed to get the message, and I was rewarded with the sensation of his tongue probing deeper, more insistently as he lapped and licked and teased, parting my lips to let his teeth gently graze across my sensitive clit.

“Oh my God,” I panted, my knees buckling as I started to slide down the wall, but he somehow held me in place with his hands around my wrists and his face in my pussy.

He didn’t stop, though—didn’t even slow down. He just propped me up against that wall and buried his face deeper, his tongue alternating between darting in and out, then lapping up and down.

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