Page 71 of Angelic Acts
My words have more than the desired effect. Bash’s features darken, and he stalks forward. I back up into the hallway and keep going. Not out of fear, but because there’s a thrill in having him stalk his prey. Having him stalk me.
He’s not far behind. And each of his strides doubles the length of mine. By the time the couch is within reach, he’s on me, tackling me to it. He has me pinned down, his scent disorienting my senses.
“No other man is ever allowed to touch you. Only me… and these.” He lifts his left hand, revealing he never dropped my toys. “And anytime you feel the need to use them, come find me, and we can have fun together.”
I suck in a harsh breath, his words a dark promise dancing with an edgy threat. It’s a dance of the devil, and one I’m tempted to partake in.
“Lizzy, which one do you prefer? The purple dildo or the green vibrator?” His words are dark and deep. And when my eyes unconsciously glance at my bullet, his flare with heat.
Before I can confirm his guess, it jumps to life, the vibrations reverberating through the room. He discards the dildo to the side, done with it. Wide-eyed, I watch as he inspects the vibrator. He presses the open end against his right palm, causing it to jiggle. “It’s strong, that’s for sure. Your sweet pussy likes it rough from its toys, doesn’t it?”
I don’t respond. I can’t. I’m too transfixed with his movements. He brings it down, but not where I’m expecting it. Not where I’m craving it. It touches the pulse point on my neck, causing my body to jolt. It’s not painful, not even harsh. He’s barely touching me. But the way he does it, the feeling against my skin, the gleam in his eyes, they’re all too much tobear. He trails it up my neck, past my jawline, only to stop at my lips.
“Open wide. Get it wet.”
Complying, I open my mouth and let him dip it inside. I’ve cleaned it after every use, so it just tastes like soap. When his eyes narrow, I suction my lips around it and suck like I would his cock. He groans and pulls it out.
Pulling back, he inspects me as if calculating his next move. When his eyes land on my breasts, I preen knowing what comes next. Wanting to feel it skin to skin, I quickly undo the buttons of my dress. I can only get as far down as my waist because he’s sitting on top of the rest trapping my dress under his hips, but it’s enough… for now.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, then brings the toy down to my right breast. He swirls it around the mound carefully avoiding my pebbled nipple, successfully driving me crazy. Unable to resist any longer, I pull his hand holding the device to the pink bud. I barely hear his chuckle over my moan.
“You’re so eager for me. But let me have my fun with your toys. It’s my turn to play.” He drags out the words, timing it perfectly with his hand motions.
Speaking of toys, something comes to mind. Something so naughty I hesitate to speak it. But my face must say it all.
“What’s going through your head, my angel?” he quirks a brow as he asks.
“Do you have cameras in here?” I blurt out.
“Yeah, but I’ll delete the footage afterwards.” The reluctance in his voice emboldens me.
“What if you didn’t?” His eyes darken as I suggest it. “What if you mirror the cameras on my tv?”
With his tech capabilities, I have no doubt he can do it. His responding groan is all the confirmationI need. He’s reaching into his pocket and typing on his phone before I can finish the sentence.
“Does my dirty girl want to watch me play with her pretty titties?” He leans down so he’s only a breath away. “My little minx wants to make a sex tape? I can feel your cunt heat under my hips. My sweet Lizzy is so much dirtier than I thought.” He meets my lips in a crushing kiss, then whispers against them, “I fucking love it.”
Reaching for my remote, he turns on my television. And on the screen is us on the couch from an angle right on top of the TV. It shows us horizontally on the couch, a perfect side profile.
With his eyes on the screen, he drags the vibrator to my other tit, making the same motions. My breasts quiver uncontrollably, pleasure building inside me. And just when I’m about to scream at him to give me more, he starts trailing it down. He rests it on my belly button for a moment, causing my stomach to jiggle. The way he gazes down so adoringly chases away any budding self-consciousness.
He pulls my dress up, not even bothering to unbutton it, and roams over my panties. When he reaches my clit, my back arches off the couch as a moan escapes me. He growls low in his throat then, with one hand hurriedly unzipping his pants. His focus is entirely on me and not the screen.
“Fuck, angel. I want to drag this out for you, but I can’t. You’re irresistible. Made for me.” He hisses the words as he clumsily frees his raging cock.
With the same hand, he pushes my panties to the side and plunges into me. The feeling of fullness takes my breath away. But what truly has me struggling to breathe is the vibrations still shooting through my clit. His left hand never strayed from its target.
“I need more of you,” I demand in a strangled voice, earning me a grunt. Reaching up, I undo his button-up, revealing his sculpted chest. I rake my nails over the exposed skin, causing it to break out in goosebumps.
“I can feel the vibrations through my cock. The way your walls clench around me… Fuck, Lizzy,” he growls.
That tone booming through the speakers, combined with a harsh whisper from above overwhelms me. I watch us on the screen as he continues thrusting into me, even as harsh waves of an orgasm barrel through me. I combust around him, the only thing grounding me is his length thrusting me into the couch cushion, anchoring me to him.
With a roar, he joins me in my release, ropes of heat filling me. I can barely hear him through my haze, but I make out what I swear is an “I love you.”
When he’s spent, he collapses on top of me, but when the buzzing continues, he reaches between us, turns the damned thing off and places it gently on the coffee table.
“We’re taking that with us,” he says in a firm tone.
