Page 108 of Never Fall for an Angel

I tease him, staring up at him from beneath my lashes while I slide my tongue along his length. His hand slips back into my hair, fisting the strands, and he jerks my head back, forcing my gaze to meet his nearly black one.

God, he looks like he could murder someone. My stomach tightens in anticipation.

“Mila. Suck my cock.”

Heat travels through me, pulsing in my core. Swallowing my fear, I tug at his hand in my hair, raising his cock to my lips before slipping him down as far as I can into my mouth. It’s awkward and messy, but he lets out a curse as his head falls back to blink at the ceiling.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

I pull back, swirling my tongue around the head, before I push him further into my mouth, only able to swallow half his length before I’m choking and sputtering.

“That’s the sound I’ve been waiting to hear,” he grits roughly. His hand slaps my cheek. Not hard enough to sting, but enough to have my pussy tightening with need. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I oblige, and he does the most savage thing I’ve ever experienced and spits on my tongue.

God, forgive me.

“Suck.”

I let out a small moan, slipping his cock back between my lips and taking him deeper. My tongue slides along the underside, and my fist wraps around the bottom half, feeding him between my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.

“That’s it.” His thumb captures a tear on my cheek. His gentleness is a stark contrast to the burn of his hand in my hair. “Suck my cock like a good girl, little devil.”

My pussy clenches, and I set up a steady pace, rocking on my knees while I bob my head on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so much sweeter when your mouth’s full,” he murmurs, and I glare up at him, letting him feel a brush of my teeth. His fingers tighten painfully in my hair, and I’m sure some of the strands rip free, but I don’t stop sucking. “I fucking dare you, Mila. Try to bite me. See how well it ends for you.”

My clit throbs at his dark words, and as much as I hate to admit it, my body responds. The wetness coating my inner thighs is enough to drive me insane, as is the incessant throb in my clit.

I suck him harder, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he grits his teeth.

That power could get addicting. Mark my words.

His hand in my hair guides me over his cock as moans spill past my lips. I shift on my knees, rubbing my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. “You want me to fuck your face?”

I blink up at him in acquiescence, and he growls, the rumble traveling through his body and straight down to my core.

“Fuck,” he grits, brushing the hair back from my face. “Tap my thigh if you want me to stop.”

Holding my head in a firm grip, he pushes up into my mouth, his cock slipping into my throat until tears spill past my lashes. I force a breath through my nose to stave off a gag as he hits deeper than I was able to.

“So obedient. You going to swallow my come like a good little slut?”

I moan, sending vibrations through his cock, my thighs rubbing together to try to lessen the ache. His hand locks under my jaw as he pushes past the confines of my throat, forcing me to take more of him than air. Tears stream from the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to tap out.

“Relax your throat and let me in, sweetheart,” he grunts, pushing further. “Fuck, let me see how much you want me.”

My chest flutters at his words, and I force myself to suck a breath through my nose, letting him fuck my mouth until drool slips down my chin. His fingers dig into my skin, and the sting slips down to my pussy.

“Stick your tongue out,” he hisses between his teeth, pulling his cock out of my mouth and linking his fingers over mine, stroking his length. Watching him stroke himself with my hand is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I don’t tell him that. Sticking my tongue out, he holds me there, his eyes boring into mine when he grunts, coming with a deep, soul-snatching growl. “Fuck, Mila . . .”

His come hits my tongue, my cheek, and my lips. The taste of him blooms in my mouth and I swallow it down greedily. I hold still, mostly because his hand is forcing me to, but also because watching him come for me is madly unsettling, and I wonder if this is how he feels when he does it to me.

I want to see it again. I would pay money to see it again.

A shudder moves through him that he covers up by scrubbing a hand over his face before he looks down at me. I caught it, though, and something warm and unwelcome ignites in my chest. Something that definitely shouldn’t be there for a man who kidnapped me and is holding me hostage on a deserted island.

“Open,” he orders, his thumb swiping through the come on my cheek. I open my mouth, and he wipes it on my tongue, pushing his fingers to the back of my throat and making me gag. My core tightens at the savage look in his eyes. “Swallow.” I do, and he chuckles darkly, not an ounce of amusement in those dark eyes. “That’s my good girl.”

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