He held my waist and positioned me on top of him so that the tip of his cock was right at my opening. When he looked at me with those eyes that were now struggling as my wetness coated him, I threw caution out of the window and sat down on his length, crying out.
His eyes rolled back for a moment before he gripped my hips and thrust up, giving me more of him, stretching my pussy to an extent I never thought possible. “You can take it,” he said tightly. “You will take every inch of my cock until I am buried deep inside your womb delivering all of my seed home, and I shall not stop until I hear it fucking your ovaries, making that baby as I fuck you into oblivion.”
“Holy fuck, Zava.” I tried to bounce, but the stretch was unbelievable.
He pulled himself a little down and thrust back up several times as I screamed my lungs out until he was fully inside me. He gave my tits more attention and kissed my neck, his tongue doing wonders to make me wetter. He eased inside me as my pussy got a little more used to his size, and we both moved together, our heads falling and rising with the strained sounds we were making.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking an angel.” That was even more taboo than if I were still human. The queen of Hell making a baby with an angel while his heavenly friends kept guard… It didn’t get more forbidden than that. “An archangel falling from grace for me, for the pussy of this dark sinner…”
His groans became more delicious, more pained. My words must have been driving him nuts. My gasps stuttered as he upped his speed, and the pressure of my orgasm gathered fast.
“Good Heavens. You…are clenching…” He throbbed inside me, and I exploded around him. He grabbed my shoulders and pressed me down on him as his mouth parted, his eyes penetrated mine, and thick, warm gushes spilled inside me, filling me to the womb.
“Oh, Zava.” The most beautiful feeling snuck up on me. “Did you feel that?”
“How mesmerized I am by the face and sounds you make when you orgasm? Yes, I feel it.”
“No, silly.” I lifted his hand and put it on my belly. “Here. I can feel it. It’s like there was a block…and it lifted.” Emotion took over me after I’d thought my heart was all black and dead. “I’m no longer barren.”
He smiled with evident glee as he kissed me and brought our chests together. “I am so happy. I cannot wait to see you pregnant with our baby. You will be even more beautiful, if that is even possible.”
I, too, smiled. “Well, you’d better keep your promise then. First fuck lifted the barrier. The next ones will be cute, sparkling baby makers.”
“Oh I intend to keep that promise forever, my sweet Belle. But first…” He held my hips and swirled me in a full circle.
I yelped and then giggled. “Sweet fucked up shit! The helicopter is Joshua’s move.”
“I have always wanted to try it and know how it feels.”
“And?” I was still giggling.
He cocked a brow. “Why would you love that?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “’Cause I’m plain fucked up, Zava. Deal with it.”
His lips held mine captive as his hands did with my breasts. “I amdealing with it.” He lifted me off his cock with no effort. He might have fallen, but he was still so strong. Immediately, I missed his length inside me. His cum spilled out of my sore, searing folds and on to his body, so he flipped me on my back and cupped my pussy. “Stay in.”
As laughter found me again, he laid me on the river water and kept me floating with his arm behind my back. There was something soothing about this water. The temperature was like that of warm milk, and it was dense, coating my skin with an invisible texture. A spa of sorts. I must admit, Heaven had their way with creation.
Zava stretched his free arm and held my hand in his. “Hold on to me and keep your legs clasped behind me.”
“We’re gonna do it like that, while I’m floating?”
“Yes. Trust me.”
I blinked, but I gave him my other hand. I was now floating by myself, both our hands in each other’s. Then he moved between my legs, spreading me, making room for his bulky muscles. When his hardness pressed into me, I hooked my legs behind him and dug my heels into the firmness of his ass. When we were done fucking, I had to dedicate whole days to just explore that body with my hands like I’d studied his mouth and now his cock.
Who would have thought the cute snowman that turned into a naked angel with impressive junk in the middle of my way would be pushing that junk inside of me now?
Who was I kidding? A cock like that and slut like me? It was bound to happen.
He pushed into me gently, holding my hands tight. My pussy stretched for him, welcoming the fill it’d mourned when he’d taken me off him. A guttural groan seeped out of his throat, slowly, as slowly as he entered me, teasing yet perfect. I was wet from his cum, the water and now even slicker with the juices his cock was squeezing from me.
With a tug at my hands and a push from his hips, he was fully inside me, and I gasped. “How did you do that?”
“I know your body well, and it knows me, too.” He didn’t slam into me. He undulated his hips with the water, and let his hardness do the rest. It knew exactly what nerve to hit, how strong and deep it hit it. I was melting with every undulation, my head falling back in the water with my moans. “Your body is very responsive to me, my beautiful Belle. I love it so much.”
I wanted to say something nice to that, but I wouldn’t break this out of this world, out of earth and Hell combined sensation with something as trivial as talking.
