Page 89 of Scarlet Angel

I pause, uncertain I heard her. My biceps strain from my weight, holding me suspended in the air. Her fingers find my shoulders, pushing me.

Fuck.

I freeze.

She said Angel.

Did I scare her?

I fall back on my knees. My hand grasps my cock. I just need time.

“You stopped.” She sounds incredulous.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“It’s just…it all happened so quick. It was perfect, and then you were over me.”

“Hey…no worries. I told you. You’re in charge. We don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Her eyes glisten.

“Are you crying?”

Holy fuck, what did I do?

“Sit back.”

I don’t understand.

She slaps a hand against the back of the couch.

“Sit.”

It’s awkward, but I reposition myself, back to the cushion, feet on the floor.

She crawls over me, her thighs cradling mine, and my thumb wipes a tear away.

Her pale teardrop-shaped breasts are inches from me, and I rub my face over her chest. Her fingers tug at my hair, directing me, rubbing my rough jaw over her tender skin.

She lifts up, brushing her wet center over the tip of cock. We both watch her tease, dragging me through her center.

“What do you want?” It takes all my control to refrain from gripping her hips and slamming her down over me.

“Your dick inside me.”

That wasn’t the expected response, but fuck if it isn’t flaming hot.

My fingers dig into the cushion, controlling my urges.

The green of her irises turns bottomless, and her mouth opens as she lowers onto me.

My head falls back, and pin-prick lights swarm as my periphery darkens.

“Your pussy is so goddamn amazing.”

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