Page 88 of Sin & Sapphire

I wanted to see what she’d do next, my cock bobbing and straining, desperate for her mouth.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and then she licked me like a fucking lollipop.

“Ana,” I rasped, tangling my fingers in her hair, like I’d fantasized, scratching and stroking her scalp without forcing her to come nearer.

She needed to take the initiative.

If I forced her, we’d take two steps back in her training.

There was nothing I wanted more than to shove my cock down her throat until she gagged, crying, choking, shaking her hands on my thighs to get me to pull back and let her breathe.

That’s not what she needed right now.

I waited.

She lapped at my cock, teasing, tasting. When she pulled her head back, I groaned, aching for her lips around me again.

Her brow furrowed, her gaze catching on my pelvis. She reached out a hand to shove my shirt aside, dragging her fingers along the skin.

Merda.

The tattoo.

She exhaled sharply and rocked back on her heels, one hand still around my cock as she traced up the tattoo, each brush of her fingers sending jolts of electricity through me.

“Angelo,” she whispered. “Sir.” The emotion in her voice made it tremble. “Why?”

“For you, angel,” I rasped, reaching down to cup her cheek, the satin skin of her face a balm to my ravaged soul.

She stared up at me like the angel I’d nicknamed her, like the angel with wings spread, blonde hair whipping wildly in the wind, and bright green eyes that I’d had tattooed on my pelvis right above my cock the moment I got home after that fateful wedding a decade ago.

Did she not understand that I was hers? That my cock was hers? That all I’d ever wanted was to take care of her?

A tear streaked down her face, and then another.

“Youasshole,” she said as she cried, her expression morphing into terrible, terrible hurt. “You could have saved me. And you didn’t. Instead, you left me withhim.”

Cruel regret slithered up my spine, displacing my need. “Ana?—”

She took the top of my cock in her mouth and sucked hard, cutting off whatever I was about to say. And when she took me deep into the heaven of her throat, swallowing around me, she took away my ability to think.

She pumped her fist in time with her mouth, taking me deeper and deeper, the fingers of her other hand digging into my thigh as tears streamed down her face. I couldn’t tell if she was crying because she was choking on my cock or because she hated the tattoo, and I hated that. No, I fucking loved that. Loved her on her knees. Loved her sucking my cock even though she hated it. Loved seeing her cry for me.

“Touch yourself,” I growled.

Tentatively, she slid a hand between her legs and fingered her clit, but she quickly lost her rhythm.

“Sir, please, I can’t—I can’t do both at the same time,” she said, her face flashing with fear as she spoke out of turn.

“Do you want me to help you?” I asked, my lips turning up in a cruel smile.

Her breath caught. She continued to lavish my cock with attention as she thought.

She rewarded my patience with a whispered, “Yes, please, sir.”

“Hands off my cock,” I instructed. “Pinch your nipple and rub your clit.”

She immediately let go of me, cupping her breast and moaning as she tortured the taut bud. She reached between her legs with her other hand. Her whine of pleasure was pure bliss.

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