Page 142 of Never Fall for an Angel

His lips slide up my neck, and he nips and sucks a line from my jaw to my chin before finally, his lips seal over mine, swallowing the sound of the desperate plea ripping from my throat.

I push his shirt back and run my hands over the hard ridges of his abs, reveling in the feeling of the tight muscles ripping under my fingertips.

I rock against his length, stroking his cock through my folds, and he growls, his hand tightening on my ass. His other grips myhair, tugging my head back at an awkward angle before he drives his teeth into the side of my neck.

“Chris-tian . . .” I gasp, heat radiating from the spot where his teeth mark me straight down to my pussy that jerks against him.

“You make me so fucking crazy, you know that?” He pushes me against him, and I shiver, the vibrations against my clit making me moan. “Sit on my cock, Mila. Show me how bad you want me.”

I bite my lip, my hips continuing to roll against his, and my eyes screwed up to the ceiling.

When a moan slips past my lips, his hand in my hair tightens, dragging my gaze to his. I’ve never seen him look so murderous. He presses his lips against my cheek and snarls, his lips curling at the feel of my heat enveloping his length and his eyes nearly black.

“You have three seconds.”

I whimper, and he releases me, leaning back against the seat and placing both arms over the back of the headrests on either side of him. Like the devil on his throne, waiting for me to kneel for him.

I grip him in my hand, holding his gaze as I rub the tip of his cock through my wetness, making his jaw clench. His eyes bore into mine as I slowly sink down, my mouth falling open as he stretches me.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his size.

“That’s my girl,” he rasps, his eyes locked where my body swallows him, sucking him in greedily despite two orgasms. “I’m all yours, little devil. Ride me.”

My stomach clenches at his words, my core clamping down on him as I slip him further inside me, sinking down on his length. My eyes screw shut, my teeth grinding together as he fills me deeper than he ever has before.

My stomach clenches at his words, my core clamping down on him as I slip him further inside me, sinking down on his length. My eyes screw shut, my teeth grinding together as he fills me deeper than he ever has before.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and my knees shake on either side of his, but I don’t stop rocking against him. With the way he’s seated inside me, his cock brushes that sensitive spot that makes my teeth chatter and my morals completely disintegrate.

Christian’s arm bands around my waist, and he tugs me against him, his body flush with mine. He captures my nipple between his teeth, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth and circling it with his tongue while I struggle to hold onto the last pieces of my soul that he doesn’t completely own.

A cry rips from my throat, and my hips shake as my core tightens unbearably. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he croons against my skin, his gaze coming up to meet mine. “Let me hear you.”

“Christian . . .” I breathe, my legs threatening to give out as the pleasure reaches a blinding fever pitch. “Please?”

I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but he does. He grips my hips in his hand, curling his arm around my back and holding me against him while he bounces me on his cock. The couch shakes around us, the sounds of our bodies meeting filling the air as he fucks me until I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.

God, I hope this boat’s steady . . .

My fingers tangle in his hair, his digging into my skin as he grunts with each thrust, his cock brushing past my limits until I know, I’ll feel him for the next week.

Lightning paints the sky bright blue, but it’s nothing compared to the white light shooting behind my eyes as a strangled cry wrenches from my throat.

“Let go, Mila,” he grits in my ear. “Give it all to me. Give me all your pain. All your pleasure.”

And I do.

The anger, the fear, the pain, the pleasure . . . it all meets in the center of my core to form a nuclear meltdown that leaves me screaming so loudly that my voice grows hoarse. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and he grunts, the veins in his neck bulging as his cock thickens inside me.

He thrusts up into me, snarling as his own orgasm rips through him, his cock pulsing inside me with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, Mila . . .” he roars, pulling me tightly against him while my body spasms over his, the aftershocks of my orgasm rocketing through me as I slowly, slowly regain consciousness in my surroundings.

“Fuck,” he grits, a tremor moving through his hands on my hips. “Fucking hell, Mila.”

I shiver, collapsing above him when he pulls out. I’m shaking uncontrollably, my body vibrating with endorphins, and my limbs aching and sore. I feel like I just ran a marathon and barely lived to tell the tale.

His breathing is as ragged as mine, and he combs my hair back from my face, tugging my head up to press a rough kiss to my lips.

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