“You’re cruel.” I pout, keeping my strokes slow and steady.
“You want to know how much I want this, my sweet girl? Is that it?” Angel grabs the back of my head and grabs me up for a hard, searing kiss. I melt into it, and when he lets me go, myknees feel weak.
I immediately wrap my mouth around him. He’s too big to take all at once, but I manage enough as I start moving up and down, sucking his top with every pass.
“So good, baby… so warm and pretty. Your mouth takes me so well.” Angel’s praise shoots straight to my head, dizzying me with heat.
He hasn’t looked away once. He’s drinking in the sight of me, easing him deeper into my mouth.
I hum when his tip nudges the back of my throat. It’s rough, a little uncomfortable, but when his breath hitches, I stay perfectly still, wanting to drive him as crazy as I feel right now.
His moans grow louder, but I can tell he’s holding himself back, afraid of thrusting too deep and scaring me.
But I want him to lose control. I want to see him completely undone by me. So I move my hands and grip his firm ass, urging him to thrust into me without abandon.
A deep growl rumbles from his chest as his hands frame my face, guiding my head exactly the way he needs.
“You’re perfect. My sweet girl is perfect for me.” His thrusts grow harder, hitting the back of my throat with every stroke.
I force myself to breathe through my nose when the fullness starts to overwhelm me, my mouth stretching wide around him.
“I-I’m going to come, sweetheart. Want me to pull out?” he pants. I shake my head as much as I can, humming in denial.
The vibration wrecks him. Angel gets lost in his pleasure, his rhythm falters, so I take over. I suck him hard and deep until he’s falling apart with a loud, broken groan.
Thick, hot spurts fill my throat, and I swallow around him until it’s gone. I lap my tongue over him, cleaning him up before tugging his boxers back into place, since Angel is still lying motionless, breathless, completely undone.
I curl into his side, and he immediately tucks me close. He turns to look at me with a dopey, bliss-drunk smile. “If your plan was to melt my brain, congratulations, sweetheart, younailed it.”
I roll on top of him, tracing his jaw and the red marks scattered across his skin. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rest my chin on his chest.
“I did good?”
“You were perfect. I think I died and came back to life.”
“I liked it too. Now I’m going to love you like that all the time.”
Angel’s expression turns serious. “If you do that all the time, I don’t think I’ll live long.” He hauls me closer, kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in forever. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Even when I melt your brain?”
“Especially then.”
I pull back when his hand slips under my robe, his thumb rubbing lazy circles into my hips. “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 who’s denied his favorite candy.
“And you can whenever you want. But you should rest now.” I try to slip out of his hold, but he stops me.
“No way my girl is falling asleep without me wearing you out so much you can’t keep your eyes open.”
He trails kisses down my neck, biting gently before flipping us so he’s above me. My robe hits the floor in one swift motion.
Angel inhales sharply when his gaze sweeps over my bare skin. Without warning, his teeth close around my nipple, his mouth branding me with marks across my chest.
I’m a mess in seconds. His touch is somehow too much and never enough at the same time. My hands roam his back, then drift to his bulge that’s already painfully hard.Again.
“How?” I whisper, stunned, as I palm him through the thin fabric.
