Page 47 of To Tame An Angel

“So I know I’ve not died,” he whispered.

Grounding. He looked for grounding. Slowly, I nodded. “Get on your back better.”

“But–”

“This way you can look at me and touch me,” I said.

When he was on his back, his cock greeted me, thick and rabid, desperate to be stroked. I felt a thrill of success run through me.

“Bend your knees,” I said.

He hesitated, but slowly complied.

“Now spread your legs with bended knees. Like a butterfly. Open yourself up for me.”

His breathing changed. His eyes were on me. His hands curled on his stomach as he slowly complied. I stared down at him spread out, his thick muscled body, all of him screaming his manhood. He was mine.

Tonight, I want to brand him. Tonight, I hope he agrees.

“You look so desirable, Tannor.”

I ran my hands over his spread legs and settled myself between them. Tannor’s breath hitched as I stroked circles over his inner thighs. His cock bobbed up, desperate for me to touch it. His hands searched for mine and we intertwined fingers. I kissed his knuckles.

“Keep your eyes on me and just allow yourself to feel. If you behave and take your phallus… I’m going to let you eat me out.”

I flicked the tip of his cock and he bucked up.

“Please Nalla,” he whispered, biting his lip.

Each time he said please, a thrill ran through me. I slipped my hand between his legs and under his balls; he was trembling, but I tightened my grip on his hand. When my finger found his puckered entrance, I let out a happy sound. It’s the sweetest thing, all tight and coiled. I slowly entered him, one finger at a time, pressing into his magic button, watching the discomfort turn to pleasure on his face.

“Yes, like that,” he panted.

“You love this, don’t you? You like when I enter your tight little hole,” I whispered huskily, thrusting into him with my finger.

A pink flush coated his skin as I pumped in and out, stretching him and allowing him to get used to the feeling. When he matched my movements, his eyes closed, his cock dancing, I entered a second finger.

He paused, his brow creasing, his eyes opening to stare at me.

“Now you have two fingers.”

The oil slicked his entrance and his mouth opened. I curled them up, pressing them against the fleshy nub inside. His mouth went from surprised to a gasp as he lifted his hips and let go of my hand, fisting sheets.

I was enraptured by the vision before me. Feeling him from the inside, his legs spread, his cock pink and thick, the muscles of his arms and neck taunt and his face showing nothing but delight. I added a third finger, and he groaned deep in his throat as more pressure pressed against his insides.

“You love that,” I said, feeling my own pulsating cunt.

“Fuckkkkk,” his words are strangled. “More.”

Oh, sweet boy, I will split you, I thought to myself.

I dragged out my fingers, making a squelching sound, and he instantly registers emptiness. He looked up at me, nearly offended.

“Patience,” I murmured, admiring the open hole before me. He was ready.

Taking the small phallus, barely five inches but wide enough to stretch him, I coated it with oil. He watched with trepidation. Fingers are no phallus.

“Remember what I said. Relax as it goes in. I promise pleasure, Tannor and I’ve never let you down, have I?”

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