Page 52 of Sleeping Redemption
“God, that’s my good little angel.” He tipped his head back against the door while my mouth enclosed around his dick, inch by tortuous inch. “You’re exactly what I need.”
Sliding him further into my throat, I began savoring the taste of his flesh as my tongue swirled along the pulsing veins of his shaft. Continuing forward, the rounded head ventured into the tightness of my throat.
Atlas released a guttural moan of approval. “That’s it, angel, take my dick into that tight little throat of yours.”
I began to bob my head along his length, and with each movement forward, I took him even deeper inside of me. The sounds of his pants encouraged me to keep my pace at a point that held him right on edge.
“God, there is nothing more right than having my cock in your mouth. Fuck.” He moaned out his pleasure. His hands held my head firmly now struggling to give me full control of my movements.
My hand came to cup his balls, playing with them gently in my palm. His hips jutted forward into my mouth, a sign of his increasing pleasure.
His voice came out strained by that point. “Holy Christ. Your damn mouth, your touch, all of it is the most right thing in this universe.”
I hummed against his cock, picking up my movements. His prayers satisfied me to the point where I wanted to reward him even more. Venturing away from lightly massaging his sensitive sack, I collected some of my excess saliva at the base of his cock, rolling my finger through it.
Moving my hand between his legs again, I bypassed his heavy sac to the area further beyond.
Atlas noticeably tensed at the realization of where my touch headed. His breathing picked up while my mouth continued to work over his dick.
My finger stroked over the smooth patch of skin behind his sack until I came to the tight hole I was looking for. My spit-covered finger teased the puckered entrance. Tracing the area lightly, I began to apply pressure as I pushed the tip of my finger into the narrow opening.
“Angel,” Atlas grunted. “You keep that up, I’m not going to last.”
Taking his dick further into my throat, my finger pushed into him deeper. I curled the tip of my digit, massaging the walls of the passageway.
His hands on my head trembled as they fisted my hair, his hips jerking forward to thrust into my mouth.
“Fuck. Angel, keep fucking me just like that.” Heavy pants filled the small space of the bathroom. His groans grew closer together, sounding more urgent with every passing second.
With my finger plugged up inside his ass up to the second knuckle, I forced his cock past my gag reflex, and it was his unraveling. Atlas’s hips shuddered, and his cock began to spasm inside my mouth. He cursed out loudly as his cum exploded from the head of his dick. The mild and salty flavor coated the entirety of my mouth and the back of my throat as I eagerly swallowed it down.
My finger massaged the tight muscle of his ass, working him through his release until he ran dry. It seemed to provide him with pleasurable aftershocks, each movement prompting light twitches in his body.
After he was fully spent, I pulled my mouth off his cock and removed my finger from him. With a playful smirk, I finally spoke up. “You pray so well for me.”
“A-fucking-men,” he rasped out in complete satisfaction.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Immediately, I recognized the lustful glint in Kinley’s captivating blue hues when she dragged Atlas to the bathroom. During the length of time they were gone, only Sylas and I remained at the table. Being the thoughtful chap I was, I took it upon myself to order ice cream for the two long-lost lovers.
Spinning a spoon in a circle on the table, I watched Sy’s irritation grow at the light scraping sound. His icy eyes watched each rotation of the utensil. Suddenly, his hand slammed down on top of it, rattling the rest of the items on the table.
“Will you knock it off?” he ordered.
A sly grin spread across my face. “Jealous, mate?”
I knew I was pushing buttons and souring his mood even further while Atlas got his jollies in.
“We should be looking into the saliranimum demon, not going out for dessert and bathroom sexcapades.” Sy’s words dripped with a mixture of irritation andfrustration.
Casually, I shrugged my shoulders. “I tried offering sandwiches, and nobody took me up on it.”
Sylas looked like he was about to give me an earful, but then his eyes shifted as he looked beyond where we were seated. Seconds later, my assumption was confirmed as Kinley took a seat next to me and Atlas next to the brooding archangel.
Atlas’s fingers ran through his shoulder-length blonde hair with a lazy smile on his face as he melted back into the booth. He seemed blissfully unaware of Sy’s scowl, or maybe he just didn’t give a fuck. I hoped it was the latter.
My beautiful fallen angel’s cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen, making them appear even more kissable than they normally were. Something about her smile caught my eye, causing a smirk to form at the corners of my mouth.
