Page 2 of His Angel

Another soft moan rolls from her lips, and I can’t resist sliding a finger inside her, feeling her walls flutter. So warm. So tight. And so fucking perfect.

This woman is silk and fire, clenching like she’s pulling me in, and I pump once, twice, curling just right to draw out that sound again—that gorgeous, broken whimper that makes my cock leak.

Leaning closer, I brush my lips along her jaw as I work her, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, mingling with the musk of her skin, driving me further into madness.

“My angel,” I whisper, adding a second finger, stretching her, reveling in the wet, erotic sound of it. “Moan for me again, baby girl. Let me hear how much you’re mine.”

And she does. Jesus, she does. Soft, needy, a sound so sensual it damn near undoes me.

Everything about her is art, but her cunt’s a masterpiece, slick and glistening under my fingers. Fuck, I need to taste her.

A dark pang of desire thunders through my bones as I pull my hand free and bring it to my mouth, sucking her off my fingers, licking it all up. She’s sweet and sharp, a hit of pure Everly that lights up my blood, and I groan, my cock straining so hard it hurts.

But it’s not enough. I want her on my tongue until she’s all I can taste, until her essence is a part of me. What I feel for her isn’t something I can articulate, but there’s one word that comes close to describing it. Insanity.

It’s insane how much I love her, crave her, need her,obsessover her. And while her taste hits every nerve like it’s ecstasy, my addiction demands more.

I shift down the bed, spreading her thighs wider, exposing her fully. She’s gorgeous, pink and swollen, a wet little heaven I’ve claimed many times, but not nearly enough. Her drugged body doesn’t fight me, just yields, soft and pliant, and that’s its own kind of thrill, knowing she’s helpless, knowing she’s mine to take.

Hunger hits, and I lean down, dragging my tongue up her slit, groaning as I lap up every drop of her like she’s the cure that’s finally going to save me.

“Fuck,” I mutter against her, voice muffled as I dive deeper, flattening my tongue to taste all of her. She’s molten, silky, coating my mouth, and I could smother myself between her legs, die right here with heaven on my tongue.

That gentle moan comes again, soft, light, a sound so beautiful it’s etched into the marrow of my bones.

With the tip of my tongue, I lick around her clit, flicking it just to feel her hips jerk under me. She’s out cold, but her body’s alive, responding, and I’m drunk on it—how her soul, her body knows its master even with her mind lost in oblivion.

Wider, I spread her legs, gripping her thighs, nails biting into her soft flesh as I bury my face deeper, sucking her clit between my lips, teasing it with my teeth. Another moan spills out, louder this time, and it’s like she’s singing for me, her body humming with vibration. She’s an angel giving me everything without even knowing it.

My tongue plunges inside her, fucking her slow and deep, mimicking what my cock’s dying to do, and she’s so tight, so wet, it’s obscene, her arousal dripping down my throat. I suck at her wet entrance, wanting every drop, then lick up to her clit, loving the way her body quivers when I give her clit the attention it needs.

My dick’s throbbing, and I’m so close to coming in my pants just by tasting her, the need to fuck roiling deep and un-fucking-controllable.

I wrap an arm around her leg, pulling her thigh up against my cock, rocking against it, building a rhythm that’s both torture and divine. My knuckles turn white as I mar her flawless skin with my fingers, securing her in place as I grind against her. Even the slightest friction drives me mad with need. The rough fabric of my jeans rubbing against my cock and her soft skin underneath my fingertips is an exquisite punishment.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re my sweet little ruin, aren’t you?” I murmur. “I’m gonna mark you with every filthy drop I’ve got and love you stupid for it.”

I pull back, panting, her taste still flooding my mouth, and shove my pants down with one hand, freeing myself. My cock springs out, thick and aching, precum beading at the tip, and I wrap my fist around it, stroking hard and fast as I stare down at her.

Her tits rise and fall, her nipples hard, thighs splayed open with her glistening pussy teasing me with the memory of what it feels like to slide into her. It’s enough to drive me insane, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to fuck her. But I have to come or I’ll fucking die.

I kneel between her legs, pumping myself, the slick sound of my hand mixing with the faint hitch of her breath.

“You’re killing me, baby girl,” I rasp, eyes locked on the wet mess I’ve made of her pussy.

My other hand slides up her thigh, smearing her arousal across her skin, marking her with herself, with me, and her moans echo in my head, that perfect sound driving me closer, and I jerk harder, imagining her awake, begging, taking every inch of me until she screams.

“Jesus Christ.” My balls tighten, and I angle myself, cock aimed at her pussy. My vision whites out as pleasure erupts, the first ribbon of cum spurting out of me and landing on her stomach, the rest splattering across her wet cunt, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve seen all day.

Her. Covered in my cum. Completely at my mercy.

Groaning low, I stroke through the last of it, watching my cum drip down her open slit, mingling with the slick sheen of her own wetness. It’s filthy, primal, a claim no one can erase, and I fucking love it—love how she looks, marked and mine, even while she’s lost in her dreams.

Body collapsing forward, I brace myself over her, and I drag a finger through the mess on her stomach, scooping up my cum, and bite my lip as I ease my finger into her slick pussy, wanting—no,needingmy cum inside her.

I touch her cheek, her skin warm and soft under my fingertips, my touch likely the first thing she'll feel when she stirs. It has to be me. Always me. No one else can ever come this close.

I lower my lips to hers, a soft, claiming kiss that seals my vow to her unconscious form. This kiss is a promise, a covenant that binds her soul to mine with chains forged from obsession and madness.

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