Page 94 of Angel

My arms snake around his narrow waist, and the slimness of his body, how small he is compared to me, makes me shiver with delight. I hold him to me, content to be stuffed full of him just as he’s stuffed full of me.

“Fucking hell, teddy bear.” Rhys’s voice is hoarse. “You keep moaning and it feels so goddamn good.”

His hips lose their graceful rhythm, growing jerky as he nears his orgasm. He tries to pull away, but I keep him captive. I want him to come in my mouth. I want him to come down my throat.

“Christ on a stick, I’m going to come,” Rhys murmurs into my groin, and I moan extra long and extra loud.

I wriggle my tongue against his length and swallow experimentally around the obstruction in my throat.

“Oh! Fuck!” Rhys throws his head back and his body arches.

I fill my palms with his bubble butt and my fingers graze his hole.

“I’m coming!” he warns a split second before his hot seed floods me.

I swallow as fast as I can, drinking down the bitter, salty cum that has become my favorite beverage of all time.

Rhys is still spurting when he takes me back into his mouth. He sucks and strokes, drawing that low hum of pleasure higher and higher. I’m buzzing. Vibrating. Stretched taut and ready to snap.

“Rhys! Sweetheart! Please!”

He hums around my dick and that’s all the permission I need to empty myself into him. Rhys strokes me through every wave of my climax, not stopping until I’m wrung out and dry.

Then he flips around again and presses his lips to mine. I open for him, letting him feed my own cum back to me. The perfect dessert to a lovely dinner.

I’m still floating, limbs loose and languid, when Rhys tucks us into bed. He pulls the covers over us and snuggles down in my arms. We’re both lying on our sides, his back molded against my front. My dick is nestled between his bum cheeks, and his hair tickles my nose.

I have never been happier in my entire life. I feel like I’ve finally become the man I was always meant to be. And none of this would ever have happened if it wasn’t for Rhys.

Only one thing could make me even happier, and honestly, I can probably live without it. But in an absolutely ideal world, Mama would welcome Rhys into our lives with open arms. I’d be able to parade around proudly with Rhys on my arm, showing off our love the same way everyone else in the neighborhood does.

Would it be too much to ask of him? Should I be happy with what I have? It’s already so much more than I could ever have dreamed of. I shouldn’t be greedy by wanting even more.

“Teddy bear?” Rhys turns and whispers to me over his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“What’s bothering you?”

I hesitate. I shouldn’t say anything. Especially not after making love together. Today has already been a lot. This can wait for another day.

Rhys shifts, turning in my arms so he’s facing me. He hikes one leg up over my hip and wiggles until we’re snug again.

“You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“So tell me.” He cups my cheek with his hand.

Somehow, that touch gives me the courage to speak. “You know how your cousin Barry is getting married?”

Rhys’s eyebrows shoot up at the unexpected question. I don’t blame him. I didn’t even realize I was going to ask it myself.

“What about it?”

“Are you going to go?”

He rolls his eyes. “I guess? I’m not sure Mom would forgive me if I didn’t.”

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