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I stroke myself. I can’t help it. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold off an orgasm, so I might as well give in.

Angel rubs his beard against the underside of my foot, and the tingles that shoot up my leg go straight to my cock. “Fucking hell, do that again.”

He does, and pleasure ripples from the sole of my foot right to my dick. I tighten my hand, speed up my strokes. My balls draw up tight. And when Angel takes my toes between his lips again, I come.

“Fuck! Oh my god, fuck!” Cum shoots out of me in an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure is sharper, clearer, piercing through me rather than crashing down on me. There isn’t the typical haze that dulls the sensations. Instead, I feel every single fucking thing.

The wet suction of Angel’s mouth. His tongue as it runs across the base of my toes. The grip of his hand on my heel. The contrast between his soft lips and wiry beard. The pleasure is fucking acute, which is not something I ever thought I’d say.

“Rhys!” Angel’s cry breaks through the roar of blood in my ears.

At some point, he’s gotten his pants undone and pulled out his own gorgeous cock. He’s stroking himself, concentrating the friction right below the red, engorged glans. He’s close too. Just from worshiping my feet. From watching me come while he worships my feet.

An orgasmic aftershock stabs me again, and more cum spurts from my dick.

“Do you need to come, teddy bear?” I ask, rubbing my bare foot against his cheek.

He turns his face into it and nods.

“Do you want to come all over my shoe?” I hold up my other leg, the one that’s wearing the golden heel again, holding it so my foot is poised directly in front of Angel’s cock.

He nods and whines at the same time.

“Go ahead then, my sweet teddy bear. Shoot your cum all over my shoe.”

He lets out a strangled cry and does exactly as I tell him. His cum lands hot on the top of my foot, on my ankle, on the pointed toe of the stiletto. Angel watches at first, but then he squeezes his eyes shut and presses his face into the sole of my other foot.

God in heaven, it should be illegal for someone to be so fucking adorable and sexy at the same time. How the hell did I get so lucky?

When Angel’s shudders soften, I lift my cum-covered foot.

“You’ve made a big mess, teddy bear. Clean it up.”

He doesn’t hesitate, immediately switching his attention to my other foot. His tongue comes out, licking every inch of the shoe, the top of my foot, my ankle, until not a single drop of cum remains.

“And my mess too.”

He lurches forward, headfirst into my crotch. I lean back, giving him access as he searches for all the cum I splattered over myself. He licks my hand clean, then laves my dick with his tongue. He roots around the base of my cock and under my balls too.

“Come up here, big guy.” I tug on his shoulder and he quickly climbs onto the bed with me.

I drag him down for a kiss, licking between his lips to snag a taste of our combined essence. It’s delicious. Angel’s delicious. I’m hooked and I’ll never get enough.

“Well,” I murmur as we gradually come back to ourselves. “That wasn’t quite what I had planned.”

“Was it okay?” Angel asks, again with that hint of concern.

“More than okay, teddy bear. I loved it.”

The tips of his ears turn pink. “I liked it too.”

Eventually, we undress and climb into bed, pulling the covers up around us.

“Thanks for coming to the wedding with me,” Angel murmurs into my ear as he tucks me securely into the curve of his body.

“Thanks for being with me through the whole thing.”

“Always.”

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