Page 189 of Never Fall for an Angel

Standing over me, his cock straining under its heavy weight and glistening with precum. Shoving his dress pants down his legs and then pulling his shirt off, he looks magnificent. He climbs back up on the bed, kneeling between my legs, his hands sliding under my dress to pull it off. Once we’re both completelynaked and panting, I see what he’d gotten up to grab when rips the top off a permanent marker.

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice breathless, when he bends down towards my skin, slipping the marker along my flesh.

“Making sure you know who you belong to,” he mutters gruffly. I look down to where he’s marked me, and my eyes go wide, my heart stalling.

Over the words carved into my flesh, he’s writtenMINEin big, bold letters over the wordwhore. Tears well in my eyes at the simplicity of it. The primal need for him to claim me despite my scars and baggage.

He moves higher, repeating the motion overslut.And then again, over a deeper scar on my ribcage.

“I’ll tattoo them on you if I have to, but make no mistake, little wife. I don’t give a fuck about your scars. I don’t give a fuck what they say. You’re my woman, and I’m your man. Nothing else fucking matters.”

He shoves the cap back on the marker, tossing it behind him and taking his cock in his hand. Then, he enters me in one full thrust, his cock bottoming out halfway.

I gasp, shooting up the bed, and he leans back, taking my hips in his hands and dragging me back down.

“You cry so pretty for me, Mila.” He leans down, capturing the tear on my cheek with his tongue. “So fucking sweet and innocent.”

He groans, rolling his hips so his groin brushes against my clit. A moan claws its way from my throat, and my head falls back against the sheets.

I look down between us, watching as his cock slips between my folds until he’s buried in me to the hilt.

“You like to watch?” My clit pulses with the rasp in his voice, but I don’t have the good sense to be embarrassed. “I’ll build a room of mirrors so you can see how fucking sexy you are.”

Pulling back out, he slips forward, setting up a steady pace that has my body betraying me in every single way possible. When he pushes forward, his cock presses against my wall, and a lance of pain shoots through me.

His gaze runs down the length of my body, and he sits back, watching as he thrusts fucks me. I groan at the sting, and he brings his thumb between us, rolling my clit. My eyes flutter, heat slipping through me, forcing me to suck him in greedily.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, spreading my legs to take him deeper. Needing him deeper. He thrusts harder, his hand coming up to slap the side of my breast. He rolls each one in his hand, grazing the nipple, and when he pinches, my back bows off the bed, craving more.

“You going to come for me again?”

“I can’t,” I growl, but I gasp when he thrusts inside me hard enough that his skin slaps against mine, his heavy sack hitting my ass.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He grips my knees in each of his hands, shoving them to my chest and making it hard to breathe. Picking up his pace, he powers into me, sweat dotting his brow and slipping down the hard ridges of his abs.

I don’t even realize I’m moaning, rolling my hips to meet each of his carefully timed thrusts until his hand slides into my hair, fisting the strands and tugging my head back at a painful angle.

“That’s my good girl. Show me how pretty you can come for me.”

My back bows, my eyes screwing shut, and my pussy clenches around his cock as the orgasm rips through me. I cry out, the sound echoing in the room as my body shakes underneath him.

“Christian,” I whimper, tingles spreading through every nerve ending in my body as I fight the onslaught of pleasure. I’m overstimulated, spent, and covered in my own come, but he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck,” he shudders, his eyes falling closed and his head kicking back. “This pussy is so fucking tight. Just begging for my cock.”

He grips my hips in his hands, rough enough that I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the morning.

“You’re doing so fucking good, Mila,” he praises, and my stomach clenches from his words. “Look at you, taking all my cock like a good little wife.”

Before I can say anything, he flips me over onto my stomach, hiking my hips up so my ass is in the air. He presses his hand to the back of my head, forcing the side of my face into the comforter while his hands tangle in my hair.

This new angle has his slipping deeper, fucking me harder. I cry out at the intrusion, clawing at the comforter beneath me desperately. He pins me beneath him, his deep grunts in between each thrust going straight to my pussy as he fucks me faster.

“Yes,” I whimper when his fingers find my clit again, his cock stroking some deeply rooted part of me I never even knew existed.

My legs are shaking with the effort to hold me up. I’m covered in both our sweat and come, yet my body still begs for more.

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