Page 152 of Beautifully Wounded

I want to open my eyes, but I don’t want to scare her off. I want her to do whatever the fuck she wants, without shame, so I keep really fucking still, not knowing what she’s doing right now.

Is she looking at my face for a reaction?

Is she staring at my cock?

Does she want to touch it?

That’s when I feel the mattress shift a little, the brush of her bare legs against my hip sending a ripple of excitement through me.

What the fuck is happening right now? Am I a fucking teenager? I feel like it with that fucking flutter in my chest, yet still, I don’t move. I don’t make a sound. I wait.

There’s a few long beats before anything happens, and it’s too late to prepare myself when her gentle touch presses to the tip of my cock.

The fucker jerks, and she gasps again, the bed shifting like she drew her hand away quickly.

Fuuuck, I want her hands on me.

Come on, Angel. Do it again.

As if she can hear my thoughts, the mattress shifts again, and this time when she touches my hard length, I’m prepared.

Her fingers start gently gliding up and down over my straining flesh, the feather-like touch teasing the fuck outta me before her palm presses to it and she slowly wraps her hand around me.

Fuuuck yes.

Gritting my teeth, I will my body to remain completely still and not get carried away by the fact my Angel has my cock in her hand. There’ll be time to celebrate later, but for now, she just needs to explore of her own free will.

Slowly, my heavy length is lifted upright before her grip tightens and she starts to ease her hand up and down my cock.

Fuck. I’m quickly losing my control, and I know my breathing has quickened, which she must notice because she speaks.

“Are you awake?”

“Yes, Angel,” I rasp, keeping my eyes shut.

“Should I stop?”

FUCK NO!

“Only if you want to,” I say instead, fucking surprised by my self-control.

“I don’t want to,” she says, and I swear, I relax and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Then don’t,” I say through clenched teeth as she starts working her dainty grip over my cock again.

“Will you keep your eyes closed?” she asks, and even though her words are soft and quiet, she doesn’t sound as timid as I thought she was.

“If that’s what you prefer?”

“Yes.” She squeezes my cock tighter this time, right from the tip to base and back up again.

Fuuuuck. I’m going to arrive too fucking fast at this rate.

“Okay, Angel,” I groan as she works over my length again.

It feels fucking fantastic having her touching me like this. To be honest, I didn’t think she had it in her. And not because she’s a prude or anything, but because she’s been abused. The very thing she’s stroking has been used against her by other men andI would think it’s fucking natural to be turned off by it, or never want to touch one again.

But here she fucking is, blowing my mind, and I’m not about to take this away from her. If I can do this for her and give her back some of the power she’s lost, then I’ll do it a thousand fucking times over. And not just so I can get off. Hell, if she stopped right before I came, I wouldn’t fucking care. All I care about is how she feels.

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