Page 49 of Hazel's Choice
If I’m not careful, I’ll find myself straying too far from my path. Angels who don’t honor the work their superiors have lined up for them end up fallen. I would lose access to Oathkeeper and have no way to transport souls to the labyrinth. That would be a fate worse than death.
Hazel distracts me fully as her tongue works around my crown. She’s breathtaking with her hair falling around my thighs, and her tight nipples.
Oh yeah, and my cock in her mouth.
I’ve spent too much time on Earth.
I’m being corrupted.
I’m just not sure I care.
She works deeper down my throbbing length, and I don’t know what to do with myself.
“Gods, Hazel. You’re a dream.” I stay in a partial crunch and wrap my hand around the back of her skull, which only leads to me patting her head like a weirdo. Growing braver, I snake a hand between us to cup her breast. “Do you like that?”
She moans around my shaft and sucks even more of me into her mouth.
Hmm.
I believe she did enjoy that.
I thumb her nipple and move to the other breast.
Seeing my cock disappear between her lips is erotic, but I’m not sure she should be lowering herself to her knees for me. Though I would gladly do the same in return. I don’t consider myself overly hedonistic, but I yearn to devour her with my face buried in her pussy. After that, I would fuck into her from behind as her tits bounce. I’m sure it would provide an excellent view of her ass.
Time loses all meaning as she licks stripes up and down my shaft and moves to suck me deep.
My tip hits the back of her throat, and some primal part of myself aches to shove her a little deeper. I’m able to get a hold of myself before I act inappropriately, but I lose the battle to hold on.
“I’m going to…” I groan, locking my muscles to keep from shoving her down my length as my pleasure grows.
Electric shocks zip through my body as a powerful orgasm rips through my system. It’s so intense that I lose my vision as I spill all over her tongue. I tremble, and she continues teasing long after my orgasm abates.
“Up here, you naughty little witch,” I grunt, sliding my hands under her arms and pulling her up until her face hovers close to mine. Her slick core drags over my still-hard shaft, and it takes every ounce of stubbornness I possess not to buck up inside her. Instead, I cradle her skull and lower back, rolling her until she’s under me.
I settle between her thighs, ignoring how my tip bounces around her pelvis. The height difference makes it impossible to kiss her in this position, so I stretch out.
My mouth falls to hers, and she hungrily kisses me back.
Fuck.
I ache to be in so many places at once.
Which reminds me.
My wings explode from my back, extending wide to offer balance as I cradle her cheek in one hand and tease down her middle with the other. My knees dig into the mattress as I get the hang of gently flapping my wings to make the position possible.
It’s almost too much as I reach her pussy. She’s wet just from sucking me off. My palm grinds against her clit, and I test her opening with two thick fingers.
The moan she releases as I slide my digits inside her makes my shaft jerk.
It would be much more enjoyable if my cock were buried inside her. Her warm, wet walls cling to my fingers, and I do my best to coax more of those desperate moans from her lips. It works, and she thrashes under me, digging her nails into my shoulders.
Hazel is dangerous.
She makes me imagine things.
Things angels should never contemplate.
