Page 65 of Angelic Acts
She tenses but doesn’t stop touching me. “I know. You’re not going to let anything happen.”
“I won’t. I promise.” My firm voice must be all the assurance she needs because she rounds my chair, standing in front of me.
“There’s something I can do to help ease your worries.” Her voice drops in tone, taking on a husky hue.
My heart starts racing as she reaches forward and toys with the neckline of my t-shirt. The need to touch her almost overpowers me, but my hunger to know her next move keeps me still.
She slides her hands down my chest until she reaches the hem of my shirt. Slowly, she slides it up until finally she disrobes me. Her hands wander over my bare skin, each press of her warm fingers searing into me.
But abruptly, she pulls away. “Let’s work on the puzzle together.” She pulls me to my feet, and I blindly follow her in a stupor of lust. I don’t let myself get upset over her toying with me. I just tuck myself into my waistband to hide my arousal.
I sit in front of the table she has set up and review the pieces. It’s a one-thousand-piece puzzle which is mostly complete. I’ve done this one a few times, so I’m familiar with the pieces. Picking up a few, I get to work joining them. So focused on getting blood back to my brain, I don’t notice her movement until a hand lands on my hardness.
Immediately, it grows to its full size. The heat from her hand has my cock raging, desperate for her attention. Frozen, I wait to see what she does next. Slowly, her hand crawls to the waistband of my sweatpants then shimmies inside. My pulse hammers against my skin as she approaches where I’m most desperate for her.
But then, she freezes. “Work on the puzzle,” she says huskily.
I glance at her and note the twinkle in her eyes. This minx wants to play games. What she doesn’t know is that I always win.
As I turn back to the puzzle, she wraps those digits around me. She strokes ever so slowly over my sensitive skin, adding the perfect amount of pressure. The air hisses from my lungs when she squeezes the base and twists her hand on the way up.
I reach over towards her, ready to return the favor, but she brushes my hand away. “But–”
“No. I’m trying to relieve your stress. Now, work on the puzzle.” Her hand speeds up ever so slightly, and I have to focus on my breathing to stay in control.
“So bossy,” I grumble, upset at my lack of control.
“Let’s make it a game. If you come before you finish the puzzle, then I win. If you finish the puzzle before I finish you, then you win.” Her suggestion fills me with discipline. Because there’s nothing I enjoy more than winning.
“What’s my prize going to be?” I demand.
She chuckles darkly. “Bold of you to assume you’ll win.”
“I always win.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Then the minx moves. She crawls down the couch and nestles herself under the table between my thighs. Before mymind can predict her next move, she’s freeing my cock and leaning forward.
Disbelief consumes me. There’s no way she’s going to… But then, she does. She wraps those puffy, pink lips around my tip. Slowly, she feeds herself my length. Only coming up for air sporadically. When she takes me as deep as she can, I can see my imprint in her throat. My sac tightens, and all I can see is my angel.
She quickly pulls off and grins. “Aren’t you supposed to be working on that puzzle?” she cockily reminds me.
“You’re a cheat,” I chastise in a hoarse voice. The addition of her mouth is against the rules. We didn’t agree upon it.
“We never set any rules,” she winks, then continues her attack with a new fervor. Her additional noises that reverberate through me are my last straw.
Determined to win, I turn my gaze to the puzzle. But with little to no blood in my brain, I can barely differentiate the pieces. My jaw ticks as I try to focus on this damn puzzle. When I mismatch a piece for the third time, I throw them on the table. Fuck this.
Reaching down, I grip her hair. “You play dirty, minx.”
She pulls off briefly, looking at me curiously. “The puzzle?”
“Fuck the puzzle,” I growl.
Then I gently guide her back to my length. Greedily, she devours me. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pump her onto me. My hips meet her each time. When she looks up at me, the sight of bangs and twinkling eyes pushes me over the edge.
I pull out of her as my orgasm tears through me. I’m deafened by its intensity. Ropes of cum shoot from me, making a mess of my fist, spurting out onto her neck and shirt. My ecstasy seems endless in its vigor. Finally, once I’ve successfully made a mess out of both of us, I reach my end.
