Page 22 of Angel Condemned

His crooked smile undid me. There was no way I could turn back now even if I wanted to.

“Show me how much you like this.” His tongue flicked across my folds. “How much you want me.”

He grasped my hips, lifting me slightly and licked again and again into my pussy. I clutched his horns, squeezing them and pumping my hands up and down in a sensual rhythm as he licked and sucked until my back bowed and all thoughts fled.

I thrust my hips higher. “Oh, fuck, Dilb—”

“Don’t.” His finger snapped over my lips, silencing me. He growled low in his chest. “Don’t call me another man’s name. Not now. Not ever again.”

“Then what do I call you?” I held my breath, remembering his words about how names had power. And I felt the energy shift between us. Like he was wrestling with himself over what we’d done or how much more we wanted to do.

He slid two fingers into me, and I gasped. Then he pulled them out slowly, pushing them in again and back out. His thumb circled in a rhythm and I locked my legs around his hips, pressing my heat against his rock-hard erection.

The intensity of him snagged the air from my lungs and I bucked against him. My orgasm was building so fast and strong that I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.

“Please,” I whimpered, craving him with all of my body. My sex pulsed with need, tingling all over.

“Like this?” He added another finger but kept the rhythm slow and steady.

My mewls answered him.

“I want you to say my name when you cum.”

“Yes, yes, tell me your name.” I panted. Never gone this far with a guy without knowing at least that much. But the way his fingers were stroking me, he could’ve asked me to sing the Star-Spangled Banner and I would’ve done it. His fingers moved faster in and out of me and my orgasm surged to meet his thrusts. All the lustful sensations heightened, my whole body vibrated with the climax that surged faster and higher than I’d ever gone before.

I threw my head back and let out a strangled cry of pleasure unable to stop.

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