Page 11 of Wrath’s Nightingale

I opened the door to find room service and not the delivery driver. I prepaid, including a generous tip. I take the still hot pizza from the young man.

“Actually, can you hold this and let me get you a tip?”

“Of course, sir, thank you.”

I give the kid a half-smile and pull out my wallet, taking out a Jackson and handing it to him.

His face lights up. “Thank you, sir. I’m on duty until seven tomorrow morning if you need anything.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

I took the food again and closed the door, securing it behind me. Real plates and cloth napkins sat on top of the box of pizza, the kid’s touch. He deserved the tip. I set the box on the table and set out the plates. Before dishing up a slice and breadsticks for each of us. I open a ramekin of spicy cheese for me and two for her, sitting them on a napkin by her plate.

Her smile tells me how much she appreciates my efforts. But she floors me when she leans over and plants her lips on mine. It takes half a second for me to respond, pulling her to me. Our lips mesh in a perfect fit. It makes me wonder what else is a perfect fit.

When she opens to me, I slide my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like heaven.Fuck, I can’t wait to taste her lower lips.I love eating pussy.

As we continue to kiss, my cock gets rock hard. I don’t want to stop, but if I don’t, I’m going to strip her bare and take her here. Her stomach growling loudly makes my decision easier.

Millie

This man kisses like a god. My panties are soaked and I’m squirming in my seat. When he slips his tongue in my mouth, I moan. He deepens the kiss. My nipples pebble to hard peaks. Of course, my stomach growls loudly.

Wrath breaks the kiss.

“Let me feed you, Nightingale.”

“That’d be a first.”

He surprises me by picking me up and putting me on his lap. I can feel how much our kiss affected him. He settles me in his lap, then dips a breadstick into the cheese sauce and brings it to my lips. I wrap my lips around it and take a bite, moaning as the flavor explodes across my tongue. Funny how food memories hit your pleasure centers so intensely.

He feeds the bread stick to me a bite at a time. When we’re at the end of the breadstick, I lick the cheese off his fingers. It’s his turn to moan.

“If you keep that up, Nightingale, I’m going to forget I’m a gentleman.”

“What if I want you to forget?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet, sugar. The wait will make it so much better. The longer I’m around you, the more I want to be with you.”

His words turn my insides to goo.

“Are you real?”

He chuckles. “I am. We’re worth waiting for, but I’d love to take the edge off after we eat. I want you for dessert.”

I shiver and it has nothing to do with being cold. We turned the TV on earlier. I honestly have no idea what’s playing. For the next several minutes, he feeds me and takes bites of his own in between. This is by far one of the sexiest meals I’ve ever had.

Two breadsticks and a slice of pizza later, I find myself naked from the waist down on the couch with Wrath’s head between my legs. He’s eating me like a dying man and I’m his last meal. His mouth and tongue are magical. Wrath has both hands on my ass. He’s lifting me up off the couch and eating at my pussy lips. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, then bites down, I come undone.

I scream as my body bucks beneath him and the orgasm washes over my body. He laps at my juices while continuing to suck on my clit. I’m starting to come down from the orgasmic high when he slides one long, thick finger inside me, curling it to hit that magic spot. A second unexpected orgasm washes over me and has me seeing stars.

“WRAAAAAAAAAAAATH.”

“That’s it. Cum for me Nightingale.”

I shatter around his hand and mouth. When he’s done. I feel like a limp rag. He continues to surprise me by getting a warm washcloth and cleaning me up before he redresses me.

We end up snuggling all night in the same bed. I fall asleep almost instantly.

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