Page 151 of Mine to Worship

“Yes, like this.”

He unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the side. I’ll never tire of the sight of his bare chest, all those valleys and ridges of his torso. An eight-pack made to make me lose my mind. I sit up and tug at his belt before I tear his boxers off him. His dick springs free in front of my face and I take him in my mouth, lapping at his head, sucking down his length. I love the power surging through me, seeing him teetering on the edge with pleasure. Pleasure, I give him. He groans and stumbles on his feet and his knees hit the mattress. Mad for me, with love, lust. He grips my hair in a fist and says, “You’re greedy tonight, angel.”

I’m always greedy for him and that’s his fault when he has pampered, spoiled every inch of me, inside out.

Kian lifts me and I end up on top of him with his dick in my face and his face into my pussy. He rips the material and I gasp at the sting against my hip. I love him unleashed.

My toes curl with every lick and the sucking and slapping sounds reverberate in the room. A symphony of need. I don’t stop until I take him all down my throat. He groans, and I feel the vibration against my pussy. His lips turn into a vacuum on my clit, and the pleasure becomes too much. I come, my cries muffled by his dick in my mouth. He thrusts inside my mouth and erupts with a roar. I swallow it all and he licks the remnants of my come and slaps my pussy playfully.

“Such a good pussy,” he says, voice thick with lust and awe.

He places me on all fours on the mattress, slaps my ass and dips two fingers inside me.

“Drenched, like a good angel.”

My head falls back for a moment.

I watch him bend over to pick up his belt. The corners of his lips tip into a mischievous grin and the anticipation of what he’ll do only makes me wetter. He locks the belt around my wrists behind my back and presses me down on the mattress. I moan into the pillow when he licks my pussy one more time from top to bottom, tingles rushing to my toes. Pleased with my body’s reaction, his thumb brushes my lower lip, checking if I am okay. I nod incessantly and hunger unleashes in his eyes.

“You wanted an animal, baby. Tonight, I am your animal.”

Over my shoulder, I watch him open a drawer and grab a bottle of lube.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks.

My heart fills with love, with complete trust in him. I nod and he shakes his head.

“Words, angel. Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

He’s crass and I love him talking dirty.

I bat my lashes. “Would it make me a bad angel if I said I do?”

“No, that would make you the perfect angel.”

His lips arch into a charming smile. He’s so good at this seduction game.

His finger slides down my back, leaving goosebumps in its wake, then in and out of my pussy. I’m so wet, the sounds of how needy my pussy is echoing in the room. His eyes never leave mine as his thumb breaches my back hole.

Sensations make me dizzy.

He prepares me further, the thumb is replaced by a finger, then two. I need more and wiggle my ass cheeks. He stretches my hole, squirting lube. I clench instinctively, but he guides his dick in my pussy and pleasure shoves away the slight nerves.

“Focus on my cock in your pussy, angel.”

He slides in and out of me while his fingers open me up. The double simulation wrecks through my system. I want more, less, I don’t even know. It’s a cacophony of sensations, but I want to give him this. I want to feel him there, too.

“Yessss.”

The bed rocks and the headboard crashes into the wall, moans bouncing from wall to wall. He slaps my ass cheeks, and I moan, demanding more and he delivers.

A climax shoots like a rocket through me, and I cry out, coming again.

“Only pleasure, only if you want, when you want,” he rasps. He’d never hurt me.

Emotions choke me, and he pulls out and slams back inside my pussy, then slips his head in my asshole, inch for inch until he’s all inside. I’m so full of him, my head drops. He starts pumping in and out while his thumb strums my clit.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says with a groan and grips my waist. I watch him over my shoulder, eyes hooded with blind lust, thrusting in and out of my back hole. He grabs my ass cheeks and I grip the headboard. I’m hoarse from crying his name, from the pleasure he wrenches from my body. “I love how your ass bounces as I fuck you. Angel, your tight little hole is stretched full with my cock. Next time, I’ll let you watch me take your ass.”

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