Page 51 of His Angel

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late.” I shoot her a cocky grin, and she narrows those beautiful, mismatched irises, then gets her revenge by flicking her tongue, teasing the tip, then driving down.

I curse loudly, head slamming back into the pillow. “Fuck. You’re gonna kill me,” I snarl, guiding her now, thrusting shallowly into that heat. She gags just a little, eyes watering, then hollows her cheeks perfectly for me.

“You’re a greedy little thing this morning, aren’t you?” I mutter, half-laughing, half-losing my mind. The sheets are tangled, sweat-soaked, still smelling like sex and chlorine.

Last night floods back. Pool water churning, her blood on my tongue, mine on her lips, her pussy clenching me dry. It was a frenzied fuck that had us blindly seeing fucking stars. I’d bitten her until she bled, and she’d taken it, given it back tenfold.

Now she’s here, waking me with this, and I’m losing my mind all over again.

My free hand claws the mattress, nails digging in, ’cause if I don’t hold something, I’ll flip her over and plow her into next week.

“You like that, huh?” I growl, watching her work—lips red, swollen, stretched around me. “Waking me up with my cock in your mouth? Say it, baby. Tell me you love it.”

She moans instead, soft and needy, and dives faster, sucking harder, nails digging into my thighs. Red lines bloom, and I hiss, pain sparking, bloodlust stirring. “Fuck, you’re too good at this. You’re gonna make me blow already.”

Her eyes lock on mine, mismatched irises gleaming with wild lust, and it’s that look that undoes me. She owns me, this woman, and I’d burn the world to keep her here, like this, forever.

I’d lie, too.

My grip tightens in her hair and my hips buck, control slipping, and I’m thrusting now, shallow but rough, and she takes it—takesme—deep, gagging again, tears streaking her cheeks.

“Fuck!” I roar, craning my head back, eyes rolling closed, my grip so tight in her hair her scalp has to be fire, but I don’t care. Not when my balls are tightening, my shaft swelling, the entire fucking universe gripping my cock in her mouth.

“Don’t swallow.” My words snap like a whip. “Keep it in your mouth. You hear me? Hold it.”

She nods, barely, and my fist tightens in her hair, yanking until her moan buzzes against me, and I’m thrusting, wild, sloppy, into the slick, velvet heat of her mouth, her tongue a wicked lash stroking me raw.

My muscles tighten, my shaft rock hard, her throat squeezing me, silky and hot. Then it hits—pure, molten pleasure, a tidal wave scorching from my balls up my spine, drowning me in gold.

My cock pulses, unloading in thick, shuddering spurts, her gag humming through me like a symphony.

She struggles to hold it, cum leaking down her chin, and I pant, “Jesus, that’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Shaking, I sit up, grab her chin. “Open.” She does, my cum thick on her tongue, and I slide two fingers in, scooping it out, then cup her pussy roughly with the same hand, smearing it over her clit then shoving it deep. “This is where I belong.”

“Oh, God,” she cries and comes instantly, hips bucking, cunt pulsing, hot and slick, cries slamming the roof. It’s intense, the way her orgasm hits her, and I smirk like it’s my biggest fucking accomplishment.

With my fingers still, I watch her shudder until she’s spent, and only then do I pull them out, dragging my fingertips up to circle her nipple before I lazily lick the pebbled peak, adding a little teeth that make her quiver.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “That was…”

“You just came like the fucking heavens opened for you.”

“You make it sound so poetic.”

“Baby, I could write Shakespearean sonnets about the way you come.”

She chuckles, and I pull her up on her knees, her pussy against my chest, tits in my face, and she’s staring down at me. “You like my cum, don’t you?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“My cum,” I say, licking a slow stripe across her breast. “It turns you on when it’s on you, in you.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, letting it go with a pop. “You love it when my seed fills you up.” I grab her hips, yanking her closer until her wet heat grinds against my chest, and she gasps, a soft moan slipping free. “Tell me, troublemaker…how wet does it make you, knowing I’ve claimed every inch of you with it?”

She squirms, cheeks red, but her eyes blaze, defiant, needy. “You’re an asshole,” she mutters, but her hips rock, just a little, rubbing herself against me, and I laugh—low, filthy—knowing I’ve got her pegged.

“Asshole or not, you’re dripping for it,” I say, sliding a hand between her thighs, fingers slipping through her slickness—hers and mine mixed together. “Feel that? You came the second I shoved it in you. Fuckinginstantly. That’s not just me, baby girl. That’s your dirty little kink screaming for more, and that’s why you’re so eager to suck my cock.”

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