Page 69 of Angel

Surprise hits her, and the corner of her mouth turns up, shattering the sadness.

I take a tissue, wiping away all that is Angel from my satisfied, limp cock. And I glance up at her sexy-as-fuck ass cheeks as she walks away to the bathroom. My soft dick returns to a solid rock, begging for her again. I’m not done with her yet—oh no.

I get up, stalk toward her. And when I grab her waist, pressing her up against me, she yelps. I then wrap my arms around her midsection.

“What are you doing?” She chuckles.

“I want more. I need more of you. With you.” She lays her head on my chest as I whisper those words into her ear. She moans and squeezes my arms tighter around her. She likes it. Craves it just as badly as I do. I kiss her neck, then her shoulder, skimming my fingertips down her flat belly and into her wet entrance. Her nails dig into my forearm, and it drives my penetration deeper.

Her breaths come out as small, tortured cries. And I’ll never get enough. I want to hear her cry out for me every fucking day. I spin her around fast, picking her up and setting her down on the bathroom counter. I grab on to the ledge, leaning forward and kissing her like the hungry beast I am.

I stand there, between her legs, consuming her mouth with mine. Her hands find every one of my back muscles, stroking them, her nails burrowing into my flesh. The arousing sting has me groaning. I step back, eyeing every inch of her, because she’s absolutely amazing.

Stunning.

Beautiful.

Her eyes heat, pouring lava out. And my dick is in a misery of desire.

“Just like my fantasy.” She smirks, and I raise a brow. I back up, jerking her thighs apart and crouch down, my eyes parallel with her pink gorgeous pussy. I lick her, running my tongue along her inner thigh, and she grips my hair with her fist. “N-no, this is so much better. Deacon…” She’s been calling out my name—my real name—and I fucking love hearing it drip from her pretty little mouth.

I lick all the way up, until I find her folds, slowly raking my tongue over her pussy, offering gentle bites between each tongue-lashing. She tastes like sex and heaven, and I fucking love eating her out. I let the tip of my nose rub against her, creating friction on her clit, and she’s craving more. I can tell by the way her nails dig into my shoulders.

She leans back on the counter, using one hand to hold herself up, the other pulling at my hair. The sting on my scalp has me even more turned on. I continue tasting her like I’m licking ice cream, and she screams, her juices leaving her body. I run my tongue over her once more, savoring her, wanting to remember what this is like. Never wanting the memory to escape my brain.

I crash our mouths together, and I bet she can taste herself on me. Fucking hot as sin.

I leave her, turning the shower on. Then I lift her off the counter, my arms encompassing her back. She holds on to me like I’m her hero, sweeping her off her feet.

I’ll accept it—for now.

I set her down in the shower and follow in right behind her. But I want her facing me. I want to see those ocean eyes. I spin her in my arms, and the water pours over us as the heat seeps between our naked bodies. She’s slaying me with her eyes again, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck. She kisses my chest, licking my nipple as she trails down my body. She unlocks her wrists and runs her hands over my shoulders, then my chest. She takes her time, feeling every ripple of my ab muscles, and it has me panting for more.

“I don’t think you realize just how beautiful you are too, Deacon.” I don’t correct her, but I’m anything but. How can she look at me and think I’m beautiful?

She moves lower, running her tongue along my shaft, and I fist her golden locks in my hand. Kneeling before me is where I want her. Kneel for me, my angel. “Goddamn, peach, I’m going to come just from you doing that.”

She smiles, takes my hard and ready-for-her cock inside her precious mouth, and then sucks. I tip my head against the shower wall, and my eyes roll back. With each draw of her lips, her tongue caresses my dick like she’s licking—tasting—a fucking lollipop.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan.

She moves faster until I almost lose it, but I don’t want to let go like this. I want my cum inside her. The possessive beast in me wants to claim every part of her. She’s mine. I gently push her succulent lips off me and back to my level.

She looks at me in confusion. “Was it not good?”

Is she crazy? “Not good? Babe, I almost shot my wad inside your pretty mouth. But I want you again. I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth.” I lift one of her legs around my waist and walk her to the shower wall, holding the back of her head until she hits the tile. The water pours down over our naked bodies. Her wet hair drips, cascading between her tits. I find her entrance and slide my dick between her folds, and her eyes roll back. She squeezes her breast, and the fire rekindles inside me.

Fucking sexy. “Keep doing that. It’s hot as fuck.”

She manhandles her own tits, taking turns pinching each perky nipple, as I continue to penetrate her. With each thrust, she plays with herself more and more. Her leg is captive in my grasp as I pound, faster and harder.

“Ah… yes, please.” Her tortured voice alone sends me over the edge, and I was already teetering. I playfully flick her nipple with my tongue, and she screams for more of it. I take turns, generously giving each one the attention they deserve. My orgasm shoots through my body, and she screams out at the same time. I catch myself from falling onto her, with my hand resting on the tiled wall beside her head.

“Christ.” I’m barely able to speak. This woman is like no other, and I can’t help but stare at the perfection in front of me. The water trickles down her naked frame, and she’s almost too good to be true. Everything about her is breathtaking. If only she knew...

This possessiveness I have for her is heavy. Overwhelming. And it scares the shit out of me. I capture her face between my hands and gawk intently at her, kissing her, and feeling it down to my core. Resting my forehead on hers, I let the stream of water pour over us.

“You have stolen every single part of me.” I kiss her again and she burrows into my chest. I hug her close, holding her, shielding her from anything dangerous. Not that the shower is our biggest concern at the moment, but I don’t care. I want to protect her from everything. Laying my chin on top of her head, I trap her waist with my arm.

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