Page 64 of The Incubus's Angel
“Let me hear you, Maisie. Scream for me,” he commands as he grips my hips tightly and thrusts back into me.
And I do. I moan. I mewl. I whimper. I scream as he drives his cock into me, my clit grinding against his base with eachpowerful thrust. I’m beyond words, reduced to animalistic sounds of pleasure.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises as he tilts my hips up and slams his cock home again, hitting a spot in me that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
Then he’s bucking into me with complete abandon, the lewd sounds of our frenzied fucking echoing through the kitchen, the table creaking with each thrust.
Pleasure rolls through my body, thrumming in my veins, and concentrates in my clit, my orgasm barreling toward me.
I grip at Ren, claw at him, as we fall into a rhythm that’s fast and hard and desperate and all-consuming.
My back bows as my pleasure crests and my pussy clamps around Ren’s cock, pulsing with my release as I scream his name.
Like he’s been waiting for me, Ren follows me over the edge and buries his cock deep, spilling that delicious red velvet cum into my greedy pussy.
Meeting my eyes and with breaths coming rapidly, Ren sounds stunned, pleased, and positively ravished. “That was amazing.”
I’m still unable to form words, my mouth opening and closing as my brain scrambles for anything that can convey how otherworldly this experience was. I thought Ren would be good, but this was pure carnal delight. And I get to keep him.
Pushing back some of the sweat-slicked hair on his forehead, I smile up at him. “I… Wow. So good.”
“So you are capable of speech?” he teases, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
Blinks still coming slowly, I nod. “A little.”
“I think I can fix that,” he purrs, sounding confident and smug and so fucking sexy.
My brows furrow, not quite computing the joke. “Come again?”
“Is that a request or a demand?” He thrusts lightly into me, his cock still hard and seemingly ready to go for another round, or ten.
It takes a couple of seconds for me to understand that he wants to fuck me so hard that I’m incapable of speech. It takes just as long to connect the throwback joke to The Flowering Teapot’s kitchen. Since my brain is still scrambled and struggling to keep up with his quips, I think Ren did a fucking brilliant job. And if this was just the first time…
Ren places my hands around his neck and secures my legs around his waist before he picks me up, his cock still lodged deeply inside of me, as he heads toward the stairs.
“We’re going for round two in my bed,ourbed from here on out because this house is not a home without you. Then you’re going to sleep because I know it’s been a long day and you must be exhausted,” he explains in that bossy tone of his that has me clenching around his hard length. “But, when you wake up again, it’ll be on the edge of orgasm with my cock in your cunt fucking you awake. Any of this sound agreeable to you?” he asks like he didn’t just explain every single fantasy I have.
Clinging to him, I press kisses to every single inch of skin I can reach, while agreeing enthusiastically, “Yes. To all of it. Round two, our bed, our home, and waking up with you. Every day.”
Laying me down on the bed, Ren braces himself with a hand next to my head. “I love you. And in the morning, I have a surprise for you.”
“Can you show me now?” My gaze flits around the room, like the surprise is hovering somewhere close by.
Ren cups my breast and I arch into the touch. “Not yet. You’ve got to come on my cock again like the good girl you are for me. I promise the reward will be worth it.”
“I love being your good girl. And I love you.”
Chapter 24
Ren
Maisie falls asleep after so many orgasms I lost count. My body, on the other hand, is vibrating. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now.
Making sure she’s tucked in comfortably, I race down the stairs to quickly upload the pictures from the party and check that everything is ready for the big reveal. When I’m done and it all looks as good as I can possibly make it, I get back into bed and pull Maisie’s naked body into my arms.
She’s such a deep sleeper that she doesn’t even stir with the movement. I take the quiet opportunity to study her features in the moonlight streaming inthrough the window.
Maisie is absolutely breathtaking. Every freckle across her nose looks like it was purposefully placed there to highlight her beauty. Her lashes fan out across her cheeks and her lips purse into the most perfect pout. Lips I’ve had the privilege of kissing, lips I’ve felt wrapped around my cock, lips that have formed the words, “I love you.”
