Page 36 of Touched By Sin
“Don’t you want to join in?” Alaric asks me, walking over.
With my elbow on the armrest, I rub my lips. My cock is hard as a rock in my pants. “No, when I finally fuck her, I want her to be so desperate for it that she’ll crawl through the house after me on her hands and knees.”
“She’s stubborn. You might wait a long time.”
“I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“You’re as bad as each other.”
“Fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Ronan groans. It must do; his wings unfold behind him.
I roll my eyes. What a show-off.
“Yeah, like that, beautiful.”
“Just finish off already,” I call out, and Ronan laughs but keeps his eyes trained on the little angel, watching her suck on his dick. “I’m making it last.”
Alaric digs in his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. He hands me one and lights his with a click of his fingers. After lighting mine, I extinguish the hellfire in my hand and take a deep inhale, relishing in the sweet burn.
“That’s it, angel. Relax your throat for me.”
Smoke curls in the air as the rain comes down harder on the window. The cleaner left it open this morning, and now my room smells of fresh rain, sex, and cigarettes. I’m almost down to the filter when Angel finally swallows his release. She does it so damn eagerly while moaning and arching her pert little ass up in the air.
As he steps away, she sits back on her heels and looks at me expectantly. She’s flushed, her breasts painted with Alaric’s bite marks, and her tangled hair sticks to the mascara streaks on her cheeks. How can I not want to walk over there and add my own marks to her smooth skin?
I flick my cigarette away and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
She slowly slides off the bed and goes to stand but pauses when I shake my head.
“Crawl to me. Ass in the air.”
Ronan lies spent on the bed. It’ll be a long time before he moves again. Our little angel sucked his soul out of his body.
She sets her jaw but follows orders, and the moment her hands land on the stone floor, I hold my breath. Angel crawls to me. Her beautiful tits sway and her white wings move on her back as she arches her ass in the air like I asked her to. Fuck, she’s dangerous. If I’m not careful, she’ll rip my heart out of my body and sink her teeth into that, too. It’s enough that she has me by my balls.
Settling between my legs and gazing up at me, she slides her hands up my thighs. I watch her set to work on my belt with eager hands. I feel like a king—a royal on his throne—while she pulls down my zipper. Lowering the front of my jeans, she hesitates. Her beautiful eyes stay glued to my weeping length as precum beads on the tip. I’m so hard, it’s uncomfortable. As she leans in to lick it off, I fist the hair on top of her head to hold her off. “What do you say?”
Her tongue is out, her blue eyes peering up at me. Hell, I’m torturing myself. Warring with herself, her eyes flick down to my length. “Please, Daemon, may I suck your dick?”
“You want this?” I tease her, stroking my veiny length from root to tip and then back down. “All you have to do is beg again, and I might just let you.”
Alaric chuckles next to me. “You have the self-control of a saint. Are you sure you didn’t sneak out of Eden, too?”
“What’s it going to be, little angel? Are you going to please your master, or should I give Dari a call? She’ll do more than beg.”
“Master?” Ronan chuckles. He’s not dead after all.
“I think I would quite like her calling me that,” I reply with a smirk, letting go of her hair to cup her chin. “Want to suck your master’s dick?”
The beautiful flames in her eyes burn brighter when she sits back and hisses, “Fuck you! You’re not my master!”
Such sweet foreplay.
“Suit yourself,” I reply, tucking my dick away, but she’s on me, yanking my jeans down. My cock is in her hot mouth in the next second. She sucks me down, moaning deep in her throat.Holy shit.She feels so fucking good. I let her bob on me for all of two seconds before shoving her off with enough force to make her stumble back onto the floor. “You’re not having my dick until you beg me for it. Your sucking is mediocre at best, so you won’t convince me by taking without permission.”
It’s a lie—she sucks like a motherfucking queen, and it was a damn struggle to push her away and not lose myself in her warm mouth, but it was worth offending her to see the fire in her eyes. She’s positively fuming.
“I. Hate. You!”
