Page 57 of Wicked Devotions

“Don’t make me take away your permission to touch.”

“I don’t think you want me to stop touching you.” My fingers trace a new path along the V-shaped cut of muscle low on his hips. I dip them under the waistband of his underwear, trying to work up the nerve to go further.

My hand trembles as I slide it lower. He gives another sharp inhale as my fingers brush against his tip. I tilt my head up and search outhis eyes.

“Teach me?”

“Fuck,” he moans right before covering my lips with his. The kiss is short but intense, all lips and tongue and teeth. “You want to stroke my cock, Angel?”

I nod and kiss him again.

“Tell me.”

“Out loud?”

“Yes.”

"I want to stroke you. I want you to teach me how to touch you.”

“Touch my what?”

My heart lurches at the word he wants me to say. It feels so dirty and depraved. He’s pushing my comfort zone, maybe because he thinks that I won’t say the word. That triggers my competitive spirit though.

“I want you to teach me how to touch your cock.”

“Good girl, Angel. Pull my underwear off.” He tosses the covers off of us.

I scoot down his body and pull the cotton material down his legs, trying not to be intimidated by the size of his dick when it pops free. It juts proudly from his body into the air, a tiny bead of moisture beaded on his tip. It glistens in the faint light from the moon outside.

“Wrap your hand around me.”

He watches as I wrap my fingers around his thick base. The skin is so hot and smooth with a thick vein that runs from below his tip all the way to his root. I can feel the blood pumping beneath my palm.

“Move it up and down.”

I don’t want to hurt him by squeezing too hard, so I keep my grip light. “Like this?”

“Harder.” He wraps his hand around mine, guiding me to what he likes. “Just like this.”

He uses my fist to fuck himself hard and fast. I’m mesmerized by the way his muscles coil and contract throughout his body. Even his feet can’t stay still, pointing and flexing while his toes curl. Heat builds in my center just watching him come undone.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

I do. I cover his mouth with mine while I lean over him. The way my mouth catches his pants and groans of pleasure is addictive. I wonder what it would feel like to have his length buried inside me while he makes these noises. He cries out against my lips as he orgasms.

I can already tell that feeling him come will be my new obsession. Who knew I’d feel so powerfuland sexy just by learning this one thing? His abs are covered in ropes of his release. I swipe my finger through a bit of it and put it to my tongue.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he groans and drops his head back on the pillow. “I could come again just watching you do that.”

Instead of lying there, though, he shoots up and switches our positions, so I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me. He gives me another deep kiss, licking into my mouth with passion and what feels like reverence. His palm cups one of my cheeks as we melt into each other.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers against my skin.

“Like down there?” I ask.

“Your pussy, Angel. I want to taste your pussy. Say it.”

“You want to taste my pussy?” I cover my eyes with my free hand as my face heats up.

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