His green eyes shimmer as he whispers, “Only if you ask nicely.”
My lashes flutter in a heavy blink accompanied by a soft, breathy sound and a visible jerk from my exposed erection. I am sobeyondturned on, at this point I could get off just sitting here with him teasing me and looking down at me like that.
“Please, beautiful,” I beg, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please, can I have some of your sugar, my baby love?”
“I suppose you can have what you want…” He forks another bite of cake into my mouth, and I groan around it. “Just remember who feeds you, Daddy…”
Throbbing and swallowing, I nod when he pulls back. “Sexy fucking Angel…” I peek up at him. “You own me. I’myoursto play with, baby. However you want.”
“The little bird has control over the devil…?”
“Mhm…”
Leaning down, he grasps my jaw, kissing me soft, butdeep, tongue sliding in to lap at mine. “Dios… Papi, you taste so sweet. I thought you were supposed to beevil…”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I purr onto his lips,shackledto him.
Fiending so hard that when he pulls away, I whimper becausefuck…He’s got me hypnotized. My head is spinning.
Angel sets down the plate, picking up my glass. “Open,” he whispers a command, parting his lips to show me what he wants.
I do as he says, without even a shred of thought. He holds my throat with one hand while using the other to pour liquor into my mouth, like I’ve been doing to him all night. He squeezes my throat as I swallow, and a burn spreads from my loins up my chest, far stronger than that of the booze.
“Fuck me, this is hot,” he mewls, setting the glass on the table.
Then he runs shaky fingers over the visible outline of him, begging to be set free.
I swallow hard, just watching with greedy eyes. Fingertips digging into the couch at my sides, out of breath from how thoroughly this is winding me up.
I want it.
I wantallof it. Every last bit of him.
“Angel…” I hum his name like a prayer. The bodysuit is form-fitting enough that I can see the entire shape of his dick, and it’s… “Fucking perfect.”
My mouth is watering.
Our eyes are melded, never wavering in their contact. He looks just as high as I am, chest jumping, lips parted as he breathes ragged anticipation.
But tonight, the one thing I’m not seeing is any uncertainty where his body is concerned. He’s a bit jittery, but with arousal more than nerves as he slips his arms free from the suit.
Sliding it down slowly, he reveals his beautiful body like an unveiling. I’m thrumming because I’ve never actually seen him completely naked, and usually, where eating him is concerned, it’s through the clothes, for the most part.
But this time, he’s exposing himself to me, and I’m as appreciative as I am turned the fuck on. Once the material gets below his waist, he allows himself to bob free.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whisper a groan, eyes now stuck on this purelybeautifulpart of him. Just as beautiful as the rest.
Long, and thick, but not too much. Perfectly proportionate, and yet almost too big for his slender frame. I’m not surprised. There’s something about tall, slim guys…
We always have huge dicks.
But Angel’s isn’t a fat, meaty cock. It’s a work ofart. Pink and velvety soft, smooth flesh covering stone like a marble carving. With the skin stretched enough to expose that rosy tip.
I know technically I’ve seen it before. But honestly, in that moment, I wasn’t focused on it. When I was eatingAriout, I wasn’t thinking about a dick. I was licking her pussy.
Now,Angelis showing me his big, beautiful erection, because it’s what he wants.
He wants me to…
