Page 3 of Under His Wings

“Don’t worry, honey, I want your cock inside me,” the angel said, and it made me lower my hackles a bit.

“Then go on with it,” I grumbled, still defensive.

As the angel parted from me to get rid of his clothes, I tried not to think about how I missed the feel of those maddeningly gentle lips on mine. Instead, I concentrated on devouring him with my eyes. His beautiful physique was finally completely uncovered, and he looked like a sculpture of a young Greek god or hero. The only difference being that he had, thankfully, a bigger dick than most of those ancient depictions. I never understood why the ancient Greeks insisted on sculpting either barely there penises or monstrous unwieldy weapons, with no in-between space for a proper long and thick cock that wasn't comically big. I was sure if the ancient Greeks sculpted Zachariel in all his naked glory that marble figure would have millions of visitors who wanted to gawk at it in a museum.

Fortunately, I had the real thing in front of me and I could not only stare but touch as well.

I decided to take the initiative and this time it was the angel who ended up on his back. Faced with such a gorgeous meal in front of me, I had to lick and bite. Zachariel moaned as I worried a red spot on his neck, sucking hickeys down the pale column of delicious flesh. The angel chuckled and I felt the vibrations under my lips.

“Like an animal, aren’t you?” his hand returned to his favorite spot, tangling in my hair, and guided me down, until I hovered over a pebbled nipple. “Bite here, ah, there’s a good boy.”

I flushed hearing that word again, that demeaning praise I got for following an order. Maybe I should have rebelled against the orders that followed, but how could I when he asked me to do such wicked things to his rosy nubs. I nibbled, pinched, sucked... used my hands and tongue to bring the angel pleasure. I was getting fine-tuned to bring the maximum amount of bliss. It felt as if I was a toy and Zachariel was playing with my settings, seeing what he liked the best.

What happened to my initiative? To running things here? I was still on top, shouldn’t that mean...

“You are doing so good,” the angel murmured in a satisfied tone, stroking my hair.

I blinked up at him, realizing that, with my face lowered to his chest and him being propped on the pillows, it didn’t matter that I was technically on top; I was still the one in a subservient position. Being petted, and used, and fuck, fuck, FUCK.

I straightened over the prone body, aiming for a menacing look, and growled,

“Suck my cock.”

The angel reached for my cock and leaned forward, changing position until we were kneeling in front of each other, our faces close once again.

“Not until you beg for it,” he said with a sunny, dimpled smile.

I didn’t have time to bristle before both his hands were running over my cock, stroking, spreading the precum over my length, twisting over the sensitive head, and, fuck, was that a tip of a nail digging into my slit?

A whimper left my lips.

I didn’t mean to make the sound, but my mind was deserting me as the angel kept stroking me, and finding new places that brought me pleasure which felt so incredible it seemed unreal.

Fuck, how was I supposed to know a circle of fingers squeezing hard just below the ridge of my cockhead would feel so indescribably good? Nobody dared to touch me like this — as though I was an uncharted land that needed to be thoroughly explored — in the past.

I panted hard and raked my fingernails down the angel’s strong back, no doubt leaving marks.

“You know, it could feel even better,” the angel said pleasantly, while taking me apart with the onslaught of sensation. “You can have my lips on your cock. My tight, hot throat squeezing around you.” He gave me a few particularly vicious pumps that made me see stars, punctuating each move with words: “You. Just. Have. To. Beg.”

I shivered and bit my lip to stop myself from doing just that. It was just bodily sensations. I could stand the hottest handjob I have ever received and not make a fool of myself by begging, right?

Right?

Sure, I could, and would, if the blasted angel didn’t pull out the big guns.

“You are so beautiful, Hellion. A sight to behold. A precious little demon just for me. You are trying not to come so hard, aren’t you? Just a little more. Good boy, yes, like that.” The angel wasn’t playing only with my body anymore. He was playing with my mind. And, with the desire burning through my veins, I was starting to forget why I shouldn’t like what he was saying. In fact, his words were fanning the flames and my heart was beating fast in my chest. I felt the thrill of it in my whole body thrumming with pleasure. “I believe in you. I know you can ask for more.”

With a desperate sound I opened my mouth and shocked myself with what came out.

“Please,” I gasped. And after I said it once it was like a dam burst open. “Please, please, plea— AH!”

Zachariel’s mouth found my cock and didn’t hesitate to gulp me down. He took me straight into his throat, swallowing around me, letting the warm, tight confines massage my cock. I threw my head back with a cry, my hazy eyes open wide. Deliriously, I wondered if he got so much practice he could deepthroat me like this without a problem, or if he was cheating and using his heavenly powers. Both options were scathingly hot and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I came in Zachariel’s throat with a groan. He held my hips in place with a vice-like grip when I tried to buck wildly into the welcoming tightness. The angel swallowed around me, drinking every drop of my thick cum. When I looked down, I was met with lips still stretched around my softening cock and a fierce stare.

There was absolutely nothing submissive in that gaze. It was the gaze of a predator who got their prey exactly where they wanted.

I could pretend I wasn’t the prey. But with the orgasm settling like a warm blanket over my body... I didn’t want to fight against this. My eyelids fell softly as I let myself lose the staring contest. Acquiescing another bit of power to the angel was a rush.

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