Page 34 of Property of Azrael

Turning us away from the door, he tosses me onto the bed. Attempting to undress, he fumbles with his boots. Once he gets them off, he rips off his T-shirt and crawls up the bed, hovering over me before settling between my thighs and thrusting against me.

“Take off your shirt.” I grab the hem and pull it up over my head, leaving my black lacy bra with skulls on display. Azrael pounces, gripping my breasts over the thin material. I yelp in surprise when he shoves the fabric aside and swirls his tongue around a tight bud, and then sucks it into his mouth.

Kneading them, he murmurs, “You have gorgeous tits.” He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, before releasing them and moving his way down my body, trailing kisses along my skin as he goes. When he gets to the top of my jeans, his blue eyes peer up at me as he pops the button and drags down the zipper. With a smug smirk, he leans back on his heels and tugs them down my legs, then tosses them onto the floor.

He shifts his body lower, stopping when his face is at the apex of my thighs. He presses soft kisses along both before again looking up at me.

“Tell me yes, baby.”

“Yes,” I answer in a breathy voice.

“Is that final? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t stop until I have my fill.”

At my nod, Azrael slides my lace panties to the side and runs his tongue through my folds, sending my back arching off the bed.

“Fuck, baby girl. Your pussy tastes like sweet, fucking ambrosia.”

Azrael swipes again. This time, latching onto my clit with a long suck.

I reach down and grip his dark locks. “Oh, my god.” He chuckles against my flesh when I press his face against me, the burn of my release building between my thighs.

“That’s it. Ride my face, Hallie.”

I roll my hips, seeking more than his tongue devours me. “I’m close,” I breathe. “So fucking close.”

Those words send him into a frenzy. And then I’m gone, falling over the edge as my orgasm rocks through me. I buck my hips again and again, riding out my pleasure until it subsides.

“The sounds you make when you come is like angels singing.”

He raises his head and climbs up my body, holding my gaze while licking his lips. Pressing his tattooed chest against mine, he kisses me, my release still coating his face, his lips, his tongue.

My hand fumbles with the button on his jeans, but he stops me, his rough hand grasping mine.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“I want this,” I assure him. “I want you inside of me, Az. I’ve never been so sure of wanting something in my life.”

He releases my hand and allows me to undo his pants. As soon as I pull down the zipper, he slides off the bed and removes his jeans, as well as his boxers. His thick, veiny dick springs free and my eyes go wide. Fuck, he’s huge. I mean, I figured that was the case, but seeing it makes it even more real. His wide girth alone will tear me apart. How will this even work?

He walks over to his bag, giving me a full view of his tight, muscular ass, and returns to the bed with a condom. Tossing it to me, he settles back between my thighs. I sit up, rip open the package, remove the latex, and peer into his lustful eyes as I place it around the head of his cock and roll it down.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth. Just as I get it to the base, he presses me onto my back and lines himself up at my entrance. With one quick thrust, he’s inside me.

“Shit,” I hiss, the burning stretch of his tip almost too much. He shifts back and pushes himself deeper until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, Hallie,” he growls. “Your pussy’s tight, and it feels so goddamn good.” He pulls out and slams back into me. “Fuck!” he growls again, only louder.

The burning sensation melts away, until the only thing I feel is our bodies joined, and my heart hammering inside of my chest. Azrael increases his pace, driving in deeper, faster, each thrust harder than the last. A loud moan rises from my throat and escapes past my lips.

“That’s it, baby girl, moan for me. Yell for all I care. Let everyone in this hotel know who this fucking pussy belongs to.”

“Yes,” I cry, writhing underneath him, my wanton body begging for more.

He grips my hips and rolls us both over, putting me on top, straddling his hips. The angle and control is purely mine now. I slam down on him, my nails digging into his abs as I rotate my hips, stroking his dick against my G-spot.

“That’s it, Hallie. You have all the control. Use me to find your release.”

Peering down at him, I roll my hips again and again, until a second orgasm crashes over me, more intense than the first. My head falls back as it hits, setting every nerve in my body alight.

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