Page 8 of Deviled Eggs

My body betrays me as my knee bends, a ragged exhale escaping my lips as I drop to the ground at his feet. Another of those pitiful whines slips free as I stare straight ahead at the outline of his hard cock pushing against his pants.

Breaths saw from my lungs as I tilt my head up to look at him, and he still has that maddening smirk on his face. He reaches down, stroking my lips with this thumb until I open for him. He slips between them and presses on my tongue. Spit pools inside my mouth as I wait, not moving a muscle.

“See? I knew you’d be pretty down there. What an obedient little angel.” His thumb pushes deeper until it makes me gag. “Go ahead, then.” He pulls it back, spreading the spit over my lips. “Apologize.”

My brain tells me I should be furious… tells me to get up and force him to the ground. Take back control of the situation, and let the dirt stain the knees of his pants as he looks up at me from his spot underneath me. Make him beg and grovel for my forgiveness.

But that isn’t what happens.

“I was disrespectful,” I hear myself say, and as his smile spreads, it feels right. Pleasing him makes my whole body go staticky as he rubs over my lips again, tugging them until they separate.

“That was a good start, but I think there’s more to be said, isn’t there?”

He waits with an iron will that tells he won’t move until he gets what he wants. My heart lodges in my throat, and my voice comes out husky. “It was rude of me to speak to you that way and I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He lets out a happy hum, dirtying me further by wiping his slick thumb over my cheekbone. “That’s more like it. Now, you chased me out here for a reason, Micah. Did you have something to ask me?”

I force a swallow and nod. “Would you be willing to help me?”

“I could be convinced,” he murmurs, slipping his thumb between my lips again. “Suck.”

Obediently, I curl my tongue around his thumb and draw it deeper into my mouth, moaning as he thrusts it in and out. “You enjoy being told what to do, don’t you?” My eyes land on his, and I shudder as I nod.

I’ve never been in such a position before.

In the past, I have always been in control… always been the one to call the shots, to make the decisions. It’s what everyone expects of an Archangel. They want to be pinned down and tossed around—submit to my desires and surrender their free will.

But what about me?

What if I’m the one that wants to let go?

The notion of giving up all this precious control sends a rush of adrenaline through my brain, a warm buzz slithering under my skin.

“Who would’ve thought the mighty Micah gets off on submitting? Bet you’d love it if I replaced my thumb with my cock, wouldn’t you?” My pupils dilate as I reach down and palm my erection, and the friction makes my eyes roll up in my head.

He pulls away, leaving a strand of spit on my lip as he clicks his tongue at me. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

My hand falls limp at my side as I push out a shaky breath, staring up at him. “You really do know how to listen, after all.” He slips his thumb back into my mouth as relief floods my system, and I suck harder, fighting to keep my hands by my sides. He thrusts deeper, pressing on my tongue as I draw my cheeks hollow.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as his other hand brushes over my cheek. “Do you think you’ve earned my cock?” I nod as a line of spit leaks from the corner of my mouth, soaking my chinand dripping onto my shirt. “That excites you, doesn’t it? The thought of me fucking your face?”

A moan slips loose, louder this time, and I thrust my head forward until I gag on his thumb. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” My head bobs again in agreement, and he lets out a deep chuckle as he pulls his hand free, pinching my lower lip and tugging. “I want you to say it.”

“I… I…” My hesitation causes him to arch a brow, and he takes a half step back. “No, wait,” I beg, reaching for him when I remember I’m not supposed to touch. My hands fall to my sides as he stands there, smirking expectantly. “I-I want your cock,” I finally whisper, and he rewards me by closing that miniscule distance that had me desperate.

“Say it louder, and tell me what I want to hear.”

“I… I want your cock in my mouth. I’m a slut, and I want to… want to suck you.” My dick aches, throbbing in the restriction of my pants as I fight the urge to touch myself. My hips give an involuntary shift forward as my face burns.

“You want me to defile you, pretty angel?”

“Please?” I ask, lifting my eyes to his as my hips snap forward again.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Is my little slut humping the air because he’s not allowed to touch?”

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