“You’re cruel.” I pout, continuing my slow strokes. Not wanting to tease anymore, I grip him tighter.
“Do you want to know how much I want this, my sweet girl? Is that it?” Angel asks. His hand grabs the back of my head to bring me to my knees for a hard kiss before letting go.
I immediately take him into my mouth. He is too big for me to take all of it at first, but I manage a good portion before starting to move up and down and suck with every motion.
“So good, baby… so warm and pretty. Your mouth takes me so well,” Angel whispers.
Angel loves to watch me ease him in my mouth. He hasn’t once taken his eyes off me since I started. I hum when the tip touches the back of my throat. It feels rough and a little uncomfortable, but the way his breath hitches, I don’t dare complain.
His moans get louder, but I can feel him holding back so he won’t accidentally thrust into my mouth. I want him to lose control and give himself to me completely. Letting go of my grip on his thighs, I lower them until I’m gripping his firm ass and urge him to thrust up.
Angel growls deep in his throat before holding my face to move me the way he needs. “So perfect. My sweet girl is perfect for me, pleasing me so good.” He chokes out before thrusting up, hitting the back of my throat every single time.
I feel so full with him stuffing my mouth like this, so I focus on breathing through my nose.
“I-I’m going to come, sweetheart. Want me to pull out?” he asks, making me shake my head as much as I can and hum in denial, which makes his rhythm falter.
I take over when Angel gets lost in his pleasure to control the pace and lead him to his release. It takes me three deep sucks before he is falling apart with a loud groan, and thick, warm fluid clogs up my throat in spasms until I swallow.
I lap my tongue around him to clean him up properly before pulling up his boxers, seeing as he’s lying motionless, trying tocatch his breath. Climbing up, I curl into his side to face him, and in less than half a minute, he tucks me in closer.
Turning to me with a dopey smile, Angel chuckles in a daze. “If you were planning on melting my brain, congratulations, sweetheart, you did a great job.”
Rolling on top of him, I trace his jaw and the red marks now littering his skin. “I did good?”
“You were perfect. I think I died and came back to life.”
“I liked it too. I’m going to love you like that all the time now.” I lay my chin on my hands, resting on his chest.
Looking into my eyes, he gives me a grave look, “I don’t think I’ll live long if you do that all the time.” Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me closer to kiss me like we haven’t seen each other in hours. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Even when I melt your brain?” “Especially then.”
I pull back when I feel him rubbing my hips and his hand slip under my silk robe. “I wanted to make you feel good, Angel. I don’t want anything in return,” I breathe against his lips.
“But I want to taste you,” He whines like a child being denied his favorite candy.
“You can whenever you want, but you should rest now.” I move to slip out of his hold, but he stops me.
“There’s no way my girl is falling asleep without me tiring you to the point you can’t keep your eyes open.” Pressing kisses on my neck, he bites down gently and turns us so now he’s hovering over me.
My robe is on the floor in a swift motion. Since the robe was my only cover Angel sucks a breath through his teeth when his eyes fall on my naked body. Without a warning, his teeth latch onto my nipple as he leaves his marks all over my chest.
I’m a mess in seconds. His touch is always too much and too little at the same time. My own hands roam his back before drifting to his bulge, which is painfully hard once again.
“How?” I whisper to myself in surprise when I palm him through his boxers.
“Have you met yourself?” he chuckles before removing his boxers and lying on the bed on his back. Motioning me to come closer, he orders, “Sit on my face, beautiful and face my cock.”
I doubt if I heard him right, but then he pulls me over his face by my waist and bends me over with his hand on my back until I’m facing his rock-hard again.
I go to ask him if he’s sure about this, but his mouth finds my clit, giving it a hard suck that makes me gasp and buck away from him.
“You’re dripping sweetheart. Now the next time you move, I’ll have to punish you.” That’s all he says before diving in without a warning, and I jolt again, which results in a hard smack on my ass.
I moan breathily, which catches his attention, and he repeats his so-called punishment on my other cheek while devouring me. Once I’m able to see through the stars of his sweet torture, I focus on the beautiful, needy dick in front of me and take it in my mouth.
His appreciative moan sends vibrations through my spine, and the cycle of delicious torture continues. Every thrust of his tongue travels to my brain until I’m barely hanging on to my sanity.
