“Fuck, Gabriel… You don’t… You don’t have to do this,” I rasped, suddenly remembering that he had been abused, too.
He’d never sucked me before. I’d almost forced him to do it over Yule, but something had held me back. I hadn’t given it much thought until now, and now I realizedwhy.
Yahweh’s angels all spent the first several decades of their lives being forced to service him, and I had always assumed doing so for me would be traumatic for Gabe.
I hated giving head for the same reason.
It always reminded me of the times I’d been forced to do it against my will.
When Gabe had admitted to me no one had ever fucked him before, it’d felt like the less cruel option at the time, and I’d done that instead.
I should have known then that Gabe would be different. I hadn’t ever cared about sparing my partners from my sadistic tendencies before.
I was a demon.
Ienjoyedhurting others.
Their pain got me off. Tears made me fuckinghard.
Gabe was the first person I had ever held myself back for.
I hadn’t even held myself back this much from hurting Lilith when I knew she’d been human and didn’t have access to her memories.
Gabe was the first person I had ever truly worried about pushing to the point of breaking.
Just him.
Only him.
“Now, why wouldn’t I want to suck this gorgeous cock?” he asked, licking a sloppy line from base to tip.
My fingers found purchase in his soft hair, and I tugged at the roots, my body already rolling with the warm heat of a building orgasm.
“Yahweh… I know what he did to you,” I hissed, despite the fact that I was now rocking my hips, urging his finger deeper inside me.
Gabe’s eyes twinkled, and he licked my tip again with a smirk.
“You’re not Yahweh, baby.”
Then he slurped me up, sliding my entire cock down his hot, willing throat as he slipped a second finger inside me.
“Fuck!”I cried as he rubbed his fingers against my prostate in a rhythm that matched the steady, deep slide of his mouth on me.
He felt amazing.
“Tell me it feels good,” he demanded, popping off me and stroking his hand up and down my now sopping wet cock.
“It feelssofucking good,” I rasped obediently, and he chuckled.
“Yeah? My baby likes it when I suck him?”
Slurp.
I was gone, so fucking gone, as he bobbed on me again, rolling his fingers over that spot deep inside me that I had refused to let anyone near for centuries.
“Yes,so much. It’s so fucking good…fuckGabriel…” I was panting and fucking up into him. His wet fingers slid in and out of me as his cheeks hollowed.
The added suction, combined with his warm, wet mouth, was building me up so high so quickly that I knew I wasn’t going to last.
