Page 153 of Beautifully Wounded

Risking a glance, I part my left lid slightly since it’s the one least swollen, letting my eye adjust to the darkness, and the low hue of the courtyard light filtering in through the curtains.

She’s sitting on the bed next to me, probably with her legs crossed, if I have to guess. It’s hard to tell with my fucking hoodie engulfing her. I wish she’d take it off. She wears it like armour, and while I do like her wearing my clothes, I kind of wish she’d take it off around me.

Her hand squeezing my cock as she slides it down has me moaning, Abbey’s eyes transfixed on my erection in her hand, rather than my face where she’d spring me watching.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Granted, the light is low, but she’s always beautiful, and the last few days the colour has started to return to her skin, and she’s been eating more, the sustenance already making her look healthier.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she bites down on her lower one, moving her hand a little faster as she pumps me.

“Fuck, Angel. Your hand feels so good.” I tell her, wanting her to feel good about what she’s doing.

Abbey’s head darts in my direction, but I manage to close my eye before she springs me watching, and she shifts on the bed like she’s trying to get closer.

“I’m not hurting you?” she asks, curiosity lacing her tone.

“Fuck no.” I grit through clenched teeth. “I’ve been aching to feel you touch me like this.”

“Really?” she asks, my admission clearly surprising her.

“Fuck, yes, really.”

Not able to control myself, I thrust up, meeting the pump of her hand and she starts working it faster.

Parting my single lid again, I see her focused on my cock, her eyes hungry from what I can see of them. Watching. Anticipating.

Her breathing is rapid. Her chest rising and falling quickly, like she too is struggling to maintain her control.

What I’d give for her to let go.

Fuck, just the thought has my nuts tightening, the familiar tingling at the base of my spine preparing me for my pending climax.

“Fuuuck, Angel. That feels so good.” I admit, unashamed. “Can I come?”

“Yes, pleeease.”

Oh fuck. The beg in her tone is what undoes me.

“Grip my cock tighter,” I demand, and she does, obeying quickly.

“Pump faster,” I demand, and she does that too.

“Fuck yes. Your hand feels so good around my cock, Angel.”

She whimpers, her hand pistoning around my erection, and pleasure erupts deep inside me, drawing my balls high as I roar.

I force my eyeswide, not wanting to miss this, and I watch my cum shoot from my cock, so fucking high it must be a new fucking record, and Abbey’s eyes widen brightly, watching as each rope of cream jets from the eye of my pulsing cock.

“Fuck, Angel.” I pant as the waves subside, my breaths loud in the room. “That felt amazing.”

My white seed is oozing down over her hand and back down my shaft to pool at the base, while more of it remains in its splatter pattern where it came to rest from the first few explosive eruptions over my abs, thighs, and even some on Abbey’s bare knees.

A small grin kicks up her lips as she looks at me, her hand still wrapped around my cock as it starts to soften.

“That was… something else,” she admits before dragging her gaze back to my cock and gently laying it to rest on my lower abdomen.

“A good something else, or a bad something else?” I ask, wanting to keep her here in this space of confidence.

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