Page 41 of To Tame An Angel

“Then come fuck me,” he said it with such a plea I almost laughed.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whispered as my fingers trailed closer to his raging member.

His eyes closed, mouth agape. “Yesss.”

“Look at me,” I told him, and he obeyed. His eyes were dilated and nearly black. “How many ways do you want me to fuck you?”

I leaned forward and rose to my knees.

He hesitated but licked his lips. “All the ways.”

I hover over him, my breasts brushing over his twitching cock. He buckled up, and I pressed my hands to his hips, holding him in place. Our gazes are locked.

“Do you want me to drive into you in the same way you’re about to enter me?” I whispered. “Fully stretch you until you don’t know where the pain ends, and the pleasure begins?”

He bit his lip and grimaced. It was hard for him to admit it. I could see he wanted it, I sensed it when I entered him with my fingers, could smell the heady aroma of his arousal. He was a closeted little ass slut, and I loved it.

“I asked you a question, my angel. Do you want me to fuck your shy little asshole?” I urged him, with a smile tugging my mouth.

My words send him rocking up, desperate, with a needy, weepy cock. “Yes, fuck. Are you happy? Yes, you can fuck my shy little asshole and split it in half. Now come ride me before I explode without you.”

I grinned and lifted myself, squatting down over him. I was hot, wet, and desperate to have him in me. After watching his ass bounce as I spanked it, after feeling him from the inside, I was beyond ready to have him in me. I slowly lowered myself into him. He was so large I felt a burn as he stretched me, opening me wide. He let out a strangled cry, his head thrown back, his hands fisting into his hair. The feeling of connection was incredible, like we were chained to one another.

“Touch me, Tannor,” I said between gasps.

His hands were instantly on my breasts and waist as he pulled me in and sat so that we were locked in an embrace. I stared at his face. He was shaking, quaking inside of me.

I pecked his lips, and he blinked, then he tenderly placed his hand on the back of my neck and fully kissed me as I gyrated and contracted my walls around him. The kisses were different. Like we were something to one another, something more than master and slave. He didn’t know that when he kissed me, it strengthened my magic. It solidified and hardened instead of weakening me. He didn’t need to know this. A part of me is afraid he would use it against me, and I am saddened by the notion that we cannot discuss such things.

The men I bedded during my tutelage felt very methodical. Tannor was the first I’ve really wanted. The first I’ve waited for. His body surrounded me as he gripped me. The feeling enveloped me in a manner I could not have prepared for.

He pulled back and stares at me.

“Tell me how I feel, Tannor,” I whispered, caressing his back and shoulders.

He pressed his forehead against mine, and I cradled his head. He was so soft right now, like he wanted me to hold him and protect him from everything and anything.

“Like heaven, like the place we go after,” he admitted.

I kissed his temple as my stomach erupted in fluttering butterflies.

“Do you like what I do to you?” I lifted myself off him, making his cock slide back into me. I moaned as it rubbed against my clit.

His eyes were closed, and he clutched me tightly.

“Do you like the pain?” I whispered in his ear as I bit it and tug it.

He shivered, lips trembling, holding himself from coming as I rode him. He looked so defeated.

“Yes,” he said in such a low voice that could scarcely hear him. “Why? Why do I like it?”

I reached down until I felt his red ass. It was warm to the touch. He moaned into me. I rode him again, lifting myself off and sliding in. He gurgled.

“Because pleasure and pain are the same.” I kissed and nuzzled his face.

I rode him over and over, loving the feel of his balls pressing against my ass each time I slammed down.

His hands caressed my back as he kissed my shoulders, up my neck.

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