If this is what I was preventing with the cuffs, I definitely made the right call removing them.
“I’ve been craving it all day like a junkie,” he breathes. “Last night was…mmsoofuckinghot.”
I’m fucking panting already, gripping his ass hard in two handfuls. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming of you… and that tight, wet,hotfucking cunt.”
He whimpers. “Since before last night?” He sucks and nips the words onto my neck.
“Since the first time I saw you,” I hum. “All grown up, on your knees… with your perfect mouth full of cock.”
“Did you like it?” He croons, and I can feel his grin on my flesh.
He obviously knows the answer.
“I absolutely fucking hated it,” I snarl, and he chuckles. “Mineis the only dick that touches you, sweet thing. Hopefully you’ve learned that by now…”
“Trust me, I would much rather have been sucking on your big, juicy dick, Daddy.” He plays with the buckle of my belt.
“Well, it’s here now,” I rumble.
Angel grins. “You’re right.” Then he slithers onto the floor.
Kneeling between my parted legs, he pushes them open wider, and I exhale swiftly.
He peeks up at me. “Can I please taste your big, thick cock, Diablo?”
My head slants, eyeing him deviously down there. “You can do whatever you want to my big thick cock, baby love.”
Biting off a smirk, he turns to grab my drink, taking a sip before handing it to me. I can’t hide the utter satisfaction of sipping scotch and watching him open my pants eagerly, wasting no time dropping thatperfectfucking mouth onto my dick.
Servicing my cock while I sit back and drink. Getting me far higher than any booze ever could.
After only a couple of minutes, my head is tipped back, and I’m groaning, fisting his hair. “That’s it, love.Buen, baby… Suck on this big dick, nice ’n deep. Gulp it back, just like…uhhlike that.”
Sweating, I’m getting all worked up, when he pops off.
I whine, “Don’t stop.”
Angel chuckles, standing up. “But,baby, you didn’t get to have any dessert.”
I purse my lips. “You stopped head so I could try the cake?”
He picks up the plate and scoops a bite onto the fork. “It’ssogood. I promise, you’ll love it.”
He extends the fork out for me, and I can’t even help the way I’m thrumming inside like a live wire.He’s feedingmenow…
This is something I didnotexpect. But it’s teeming an even darker hunger in me.
Gazing up at him, where he’s standing above me, holding out some rich sugary decadence that just so happens to be about waist-high…
God, so fucking hot.
Parting my lips, he stuffs it in, and I take the bite he’s feeding me with a grunt.
Oh fuck yea…
“You like the taste…?” The sinful innocence in his tone is just as delicious as the creamy confection in my mouth.
Swallowing it down, I lick my lip. “Me encanta.” He bites his. “Will you feed me more, pajarito?”
