“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, lapping up my wetness. My eyes flutter shut as tingles of pleasure make their way through me. I’m pretty sure I’m lying on packages of soy sauce and fortune cookies left out from dinner, but I don’t care. Nothing matters right now except what Hasan is doing to me. Because I’m close to coming already.
He further parts my legs, shifting his position and moving a hand under my ass. His fingers brush over my asshole, causing me to stiffen slightly. Hasan flicks his gaze up, a devilish glint in his eyes.
Then he plunges his tongue inside me, sweeping it up over my clit. I reach down, taking a tangle of his long hair in my fingers, and lift my head up off the counter, watching him eat me out. I’m so close to coming, and he knows it. Gripping my ass, he slides me to the edge of the counter and slips a finger inside me, going right to my G-spot. He gently presses against it as he continues to work his tongue, slowly speeding up his movements until I’m right there teetering on the edge.
My mouth falls open and I pull his hair, body reacting as the orgasm rolls through me. He keeps eating me out, holding me tight against his mouth, feeling me squirm with pleasure and magnifying just how fucking good this feels.
My heart is racing and my pussy spasms wildly around his finger. He lowers me back onto the counter and kisses my thigh before straightening back up. Light pours down on me, and suddenly I feel exposed. I’m lying here, naked and panting, on display for the world to see.
But only one person can see me right now, and the way Hasan is looking at me gives me all the confidence I need. He stares down at me like I’m the only woman in the world, like I’m all he needs and everything he wants.
Still trying to catch my breath, I push myself up and place a hand on Hasan’s waist, urging him closer again. One of his large hands lands on the small of my back, steadying me, helping me stay upright until I can think straight again. He licks his lips, moving in to kiss me again.
I bring my hands up, feeling the scars on his chest, and trace one with my fingertip.
“What’s this from?” I ask once he stops kissing me.
“I don’t remember,” he confesses, not interested in talking about his battle scars. “I fought a lot.”
I slowly slide my hands down, following another faint scar that ends right above his navel. I part my lips, shifting my gaze lower, and a deep hunger takes over when I look at the shining tip of his cock. My pussy quivers at the thought, and even though I’m still recovering from the orgasm he just gave me, I want him inside me.
Hasan steps back and pushes his pants down. I watch, practically salivating, as he strips himself naked. He’s away from me for just seconds. But in those few seconds, I become desperate for his touch again. As soon as his pants are off and he’s back within reach, I pull him to me, welcoming him between my legs. His hard cock presses against my clit, making me let out a moan.
Before spreading me wide and thrusting that big dick inside me, he wraps me in his arms, wings spread slightly behind him. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest, taking solace in his embrace.
I’m naked. Vulnerable. Definitely distracted.
But I feel so fucking safe with him. With all the guys. I’ve never had a bigger sense of security than I do now.
“Are you ready, Ace?” he growls, wrapping my hair around his hand again. He pulls my head to the side and grazes his teeth over my neck.
“Yes,” I pant, aching to feel him inside me. Tingles plague my body, sending little pulses of pleasure to my core. I’m so hot for him.
His hands travel down my body, not stopping until his fingers hover between my legs. He plunges one inside, spreading my wetness. His other hand lands on his cock, and I grip his waist, preparing myself, going crazy with anticipation. His thumb circles my clit, and even I’m not expecting it to feel as good as it does. Moaning loudly, I let my head fall back as I enjoy the fuck out of his touch.
“You like that, Ace?” he grunts, moving his thumb faster.
“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
Trying to somewhat return the favor, I take hold of his cock, slowly sliding my hand up and down, and he continues to touch me. I’m already hot and bothered from before. It doesn’t take long until I come again, wetness spilling from me.
“Your turn for fun,” I breathe, unable to open my eyes just yet.
“I am having fun,” he assures me. “I like making you come.”
I run my hands up his back, stopping at the base of his wings. “I like when you come too.”
“Well, in that case…” he says, and picks me up, carrying me into the family room. We won’t fit on the couch, not with his wings, so he lays me down on the soft rug in front of the fireplace instead, moving on top of me. Parting my legs, I welcome him between them, feeling the tip of his cock rub against me.
His lips collide with mine and he guides his cock to me, lining it up and then thrusting in. Hard. Deep.
I cry out again, filled by every inch of his massive cock. Wings spread behind him, Hasan pulls out only to thrust in deep again, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. He brings his hips back, almost sliding that big dick out of me, and then pushes in again. Hard. Harder. My heart races again and I angle my hips up so he hits me in just the right spot.
Slitting my eyes open, I steal a glance at him, feeling even hotter when I see the look on his face, knowing he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. His breathing becomes ragged, and I know he’s getting close to coming.
But I don’t want it to be over for him. Not yet.
I plant both hands on his chest and push, having to use all my strength to get him to move. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to ask me what’s wrong, but I don’t give him a chance. I move out from under him, shove him back down on the ground, and climb on, straddling him.
