Page 25 of To Tame An Angel

He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressing against me in a desperate thrust.

His mouth moved to my neck, nibbling and kissing me with wild passion. I took his face, inhaling his scent, feeling dizzy with want.

“Let me in you, I’m begging you,” his words are desperate.

“You’ve not earned it,” I strangle against the onslaught of his lips down my neck, the squeezing of his arm on my hips.

“I just took forty-seven fucking licks for you,” he snarled.

I pulled back and stared at him. His eyes were so dark and intense that I’m taken aback by how handsome he was. Wild and needy, drenched in sweat and desire.

“You counted,” I whispered as the warmth spreads over my stomach.

He swallowed and slowly nodded. I smiled and kissed him again. My hands reached behind him and I grasped with warm ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly and making him groan into my mouth.

I pulled back, drinking in that look of desperation he was wearing. “Get on the bed. Let me soothe your skin.”

His cock bounced between us, making us both look down.

“Fuck.” Is all he said, his voice dripping with annoyance at himself.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TANNOR

I cannot recall a time where I’ve felt such desperate need. Like a young lad, I’m squirming in bed, attempting patience as Nalla seeks to find some blasted pomade to help my burning skin. She doesn’t understand that I don’t care if my skin burns, I just want her hands on me. The desperation is heightening, especially as I watch her in that getup moving about the room. She won’t even provide me a peek at her creamy skin. My cock strains and I moan into the pillows, gyrating on the bed.

“Patience, Tannor,” her melodic voice comes to me.

Fuck the patience. I have an ass that feels like she lit a fire to it and my cock’s never been happier.

Ass in the air, I hide my face. There is a level of mortification which I cannot describe. Like she opened this door inside of me and is pulling all items from within. I’ve been chained plenty of times in the pits, but it’s never felt like this. I’ve been hit even more, and it’s never felt like this. It’s like electricity that courses the lines of everything she touches. If it’s her that’s binding me, I enjoy it. If it’s her that’s punishing me, I delight in it. The thought of being denied entrance to her cunt makes my cock weep. These sentiments are running through me while I should concentrate on escaping. On romancing her. But all my thoughts scattered when she left, and I worried, and I paced the room thinking about what her mother was doing to her. Then she reentered looking very much like an angry goddess and my resolve flew out of the balcony.

I felt her dip into the bed, sliding between my legs. Her knees brushed against my cock and I found myself pushing my ass out to her, desperate for her tiny, violent hands.

To my shock–she leans down over me, her hair brushing over my skin, and she lovingly places a soft kiss on my inflamed ass.

“Nalla -” my voice is strangled. I’m grasping fistfuls of sheets and yanking them to me.

Her hands caressed my ass, low into my crack, trailing to my sack and making me shiver. The noises that come out of me are ridiculous. I’ve been reduced to begging. She was having the time of her life.

“Shh,” she coos softly, her hands curling around my cock and providing it with a tender yank.

I bite the pillow under my head to stop myself from pathetically pleading. She tsked, slapping her hand over my ass once more. Three pats that are nothing compared to her beating but they delight my raging desire.

“Don’t silence yourself, my angel,” she murmured, caressing my skin once more, leaning down and kissing it, opening her mouth and nibbling on my flesh. “I want to hear all your little whimpers.”

I let out a breath. It’s deep. It feels like the tension of the past few hours dissipates from my shoulders. I’ve never laid so vulnerable before, trusting that this crazed woman behind me won’t harm me–at least not in a way… well, I’m not ready to admit to anything yet.

I heard her open a bottle, and I was startled when a drizzle of oil drips over my ass. For a crazed moment, I think she’s going to fuck me. She doesn’t. Her nimble fingers massage my buttocks, and the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Like the bath she gave me, that sent me to a state of utter relaxation.

The moan that leaves my mouth is loud, and I can sense her delight. For whatever reason, her being happy at my reaction fills me with something warm, shaped like contentment. I can’t describe it.

“You should see yourself, Tannor. Open for me, red ass, hard cock.” She sighed, her hands going up my back and back down to my thighs.

Her words are honey, as she soothed my tender skin. Her fingers trailed down to my cock, and I pushed my ass up, desperate for more of her hands. Nalla’s actions rage in me even more fire.

“Tell me what you want. Use your words,” she whispered, tickling the back of my balls.

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