She jumps but does as I ask, and I almost choke on my tongue. Her perfect, toned ass is raised to just the right height, and when I press the button in my palm, she jolts, lifting up as if electrocuted.
“Fuck the pillow, Little Toy.”
Her full pink lips part, and a whoosh of air leaves her, and I imagine the little vibrator pressing on her delectable clit, rubbing it slowly in a calculated circular motion.
“Wha-what? You want me to?” She glances over her shoulder, and I delight in the flush creeping up her face.
“Ride it like you’re fucking me.” I smirk.
“You’re insane if you think—”
I press the button again, speeding up the stimulation on her pussy. “Ahhh, jeez.” She bites her lip, then sucks it into her mouth, and her hips buck.
“Rub that little clit on my pillow. I want to smell your pussy when I lay my head down to sleep tonight.”
“Ahh, oh God.”
She ruts the pillow, and my balls pull tight at the sounds leaving her.
“That’s it, faster,” I encourage with each thrust of her marked hips.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I imagine her little panties are drenched, with herarousal leaking into the fabric where she ferociously rubs herself off. Her tits bounce, and her lips part; she’s simply stunning. The most perfect little toy for me to own.
“Faster, Little Toy. Beg for my cock to fill you,” I rasp.
“Please.” She moans wantonly.
“Rub it faster.” My cock screams for attention with each thrust of her desperate hips. “Keep going,” I encourage, and she throws her head back on a loud moan I feel in my balls.
Jesus, I can’t take much more. I jump up from the chair, unbuckling my pants, then kick them aside. Tonight, I’m pleased I forwent my boxers. I get onto the bed behind her and use the palm of my hand to press her flat against the pillows, raising her ass in the air.
“Azrael,” she pants, and it’s music to my ears. Absolute fucking bliss.
With my feet planted on the bed, I squat down on top of her and push her slick panties to the side, then guide the head of my hungry cock into her dripping cunt.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “All needy for me to fill.”
I power into her, and she’s no choice but to grab the fabric of the bedding while I use her body, not just for my pleasure but hers too.
From the outside looking in, it would seem like I’m fucking her ass, but right now, the sensation of her clenching around me is enough to pacify my assault on her. “Fuck,” I grunt with each powerful surge. “Fucking Jesus.” She clamps around me.
Her pussy gushes, and she screams out into the room. My balls become soaked, and her squirting on me triggers my orgasm. Ecstasy flashes through me, and I give myself over to the overwhelming need tocome.
“Fuck!”
My vision becomes black, and I welcome the feeling of bliss, then my body drapes over hers, drained and bathed in awe.
Chapter Twenty-One
Hevan
Having Azrael on top of me should make me feel powerless, and I always believed that would scare me, but I knew I was safe beneath him. He isn’t the man he’s portrayed himself to be. At least with me he isn’t, and that feeling, his sheer strength encompassing me, was the driving force behind the intense orgasm that had me coating his pillow just as he commanded.
Our heavy breathing evens out, but he remains inside me, draped over me like a protector, and my only regret is that I wish I could see the serene look of unadulterated bliss that crosses his handsome features as he comes down from his ecstasy. The look that follows the intense gratification is something I will never forget and find myself anticipating its arrival after each encounter. Something I miss from this experience.
“Am I crushing you?” His voice is thick and laced with an unfamiliar edge of concern, and when he breathes intomy ear, a shiver trickles down my neck, causing me to seek his warmth.
