Page 24 of His Angel

“Always my good fucking girl.” His praise washes over me, spreading fire through my veins as he slips a hand into his pants, pulling out his cock. Thick, hard, it makes my mouth water, desire pooling between my legs. His fingers are wrapped around it, stroking slowly.

“Touch yourself.”

“Um…I?—”

“Just do it, baby girl. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.” His hand tugs his length, and the sight ignites me, overriding any doubt.

With shaking fingers, I slide my hand down between my thighs, conscious of his gaze following every move, and he sucks air through his teeth—a sharp hiss—gripping his cock tighter, stroking up and down.

Confidence swells, and I lick my lips. “Like that?”

“Hmmm.” The sound vibrates across my skin and my eyes flutter shut as I find my clit, circling slowly, warm pleasure unfurling.

“Finger yourself,” he commands, tugging his cock hard, a grunt echoing, and I press my middle finger in, gasping as it glides into my tight warmth.

“Ah,” I breathe, surrendering to the sensation.

“Two fingers, baby.”

His breathing grows ragged, echoing my own as I slowly push another inside myself, a soft gasp escaping my lips at the sensation.

“Your pussy’s glistening, all swollen and plump, ripe for my cock.” His strokes quicken, watching me, needing me, and my control slips, fingers curling, exploring.

Tilting my head back, I cup my breast, squeezing hard when he growls, “Jesus, fuck!”

The sound of him shatters me, his chair creaking as he surges forward, rushing to me in a blur of muscle and heat.

Without a word, he drops to his knees, hands jerking me to the couch’s edge, his breath hot against my thighs.

My heart slams, anticipation flooding as he grabs my hips, pulling me close, his fingers digging into my skin with a starved edge. His eyes—dark, wild—lock on mine for a heartbeat then drop, fixated on my sex like it’s his lifeline.

“You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, he grabs my thighs and spreads my legs wide…wider…until I’m bared to him completely, cool air kissing my slick heat.

A shiver races through me, my pussy aching as his warm breath brushes across my wet flesh, like he’s been stalking this moment, waiting to devour me. Then he leans in, nose grazing my clit, inhaling deep, driving me insane, and his tongue flicks out licking a long, languid stripe up my slit, tasting me like a starved man.

“Isaia,” I moan, reaching down, weaving my fingers through his hair, my hips moving to his rhythm.

A moan spills from me as he dives in, tongue plunging deep, lapping at my wetness with a hunger that shakes me to my core.

My legs tremble, spread wide under his grip, as he licks, savoring every inch, every drop, his lips brushing my folds, teasing, then sucking softly, pulling a cry from my throat.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growls, voice thick, vibrating against me. His tongue dives back, licking like he’s memorizing my taste, and my hands clutch the cushions as he presses harder, sucking my clit, rolling it between his lips, pleasure coiling tight, hot, almost unbearable.

His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider, his mouth relentless—lapping, sucking, teasing—my moans spilling free, desperate, as he worships me like I’m his last breath.

His tongue slows, drawing out the torment, tracing my slit, dipping in, then flicking my clit softly, too softly.

“Isaia, I need…” My hips buck, chasing more, but he holds me firmly, controlling me, his breath ragged against my heat.

“You’re so fucking sweet. I want to make this last,” he rasps, licking deeper, slower, his tongue curling inside me, tasting every shudder, every pulse.

My skin is slick, pleasure so close to cresting, but he pulls back, lips glistening, kissing my inner thigh, nipping the skin—sharp, electric—then dives in again, tongue plunging, his hands spreading me open, fingers bruising as he licks me slowly, then fast, building me up to that sweet height.

My climax looms, the pressure building to an almost painful peak, his tongue sliding before using his teeth, biting gently, and every muscle in my body starts to tremble as he drives me higher, until I’m teetering, my pussy contracting. And I’m there…I’m right fucking there, on the brink of coming when he rears back and pulls me up, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to the bedroom.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask, out of breath.

“Only a fraction of what you’re doing to me. What you’vebeendoing to me ever since you crashed into my life.”

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