Page 87 of Beautifully Shattered
“So does yours, Angel.” I palm it roughly, giving it a good rub, my cock already stiff as a board.
“If you carry me the other way, I’d be level with your dick,” she teases. “I could suck you off while you walk.”
I chuckle at that, loving how playful she is right now, and hurry to our bedroom, closing us in.
“You’re funny when you’re drunk,” I say just before flipping her off my shoulder to the bed.
She looks disoriented as I quickly strip out of my clothes, but when she sees me getting naked, she reaches out with grabby hands.
“I want. Bring here. In mouth.”
I throw my head back laughing. “Angel, the first time you suck my cock is not going to be when you’re half fucking cut. I want you sober and feeling every last inch of it.”
She pouts adorably, but then presses her palm to her head, groaning. “The room is spinning.”
Yep, she drank more than she should have.
Grabbing her a glass of water from the little ensuite bathroom, I insist she drink it as I peel her clothes off, and then refill it again and pass her glass number two.
“Drink all of that,” I order, my gaze glued to her lips, “and then I’ll drink from you.”
“Ohhh, you’re making me so horny,” she moans, one hand slipping up her inner thigh as she chugs the water like a good girl.
She hasn’t even realised she’s not wearing panties. She’s still bleeding, but not as much as last week, and I don’t care if we mess up the sheet.
Fuck, I can’t wait to eat her cunt. To bury myself inside it andneverfucking leave.
When she’s finished drinking, I refill the glass and set it on the bedside table, and before I can do anything else, my little minx has her hand wrapped around my cock.
“I wantyou in my mouth.”
Fuuuck, I want that too. So fucking bad. But we haven’t done that yet, and I don’t know if it’ll trigger her, so I want her fully present when we do that. Not drunk, frisky, and doing things she might not be ready for.
“Later,” is all I say, gently urging her to lie back, and she flops back lazily, lips pulled into a drunken smile.
“Are you gonna fuck me?”
My brows hitch. “You’re not too shy to say the word fuck while you’re drunk.”
She waves me off. “Maybe I should be drunk all the time. It feels good.”
“I’m sure it does.” I chuckle, shifting over her, drinking in her beautiful face, so free of the pain she’s been suffering through. “But I’m not fucking you tonight. You have to wait four more weeks.”
She pouts, and, fuck it’s adorable.
“Are we gonna come, at least?”
Smiling, I nod. “You bet your arse we’re gonna come.” I palm her tit, and she arches into my touch, her lids fluttering closed. “You first.”
Sliding down her body, I take my time before sealing my lips around her nipple. She gasps as I flick my tongue over the pebbled peak, her fingers lacing into my hair.
When I suck, feeling the rush of warm milk spray into my mouth, hitting my tongue as the sweetness rouses my tastebuds, she cries out, arching like she’s trying to get her nipple deeper into my mouth.
As I suck, drawing milk from her, my fingers trail lower, to her clit. She parts her legs wide, a clear invitation, and rolls her hips trying to direct my fingers to her entrance.
Fuuuuck. Not yet.
I can’t penetrate her yet. Despite how much she wants it. Despite how much I want it.
