Page 133 of Wicked Angel
“Uh-huh,” I said in a daze, my mouth opening like an invitation. I was entranced by his touch on my skin as his thumb stroked back and forth. Then his thumb sank into my mouth.
I bit down on it a little, watching his eyes flare, then sucked.
“You want me to taste it?” he said gruffly.
My brain broke.
“You want me to lick it up?”
Oh God.
“Of course you do,” he answered. “Because you’re so naughty… and so damn sweet.” Then he leaned down and murmured in my ear, “I bet you’re even sweeter with whipped cream.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and I almost sobbed.
Whipped cream…
What?
My whole body was so fucking hot, I could barely think in a straight line. I felt wobbly and drunk.
Was this really happening?
Yes, because you’re a deviant.
God, Shayla was gonna be mad…
When he stood back up, he was untying his pants. He pulled the drawstring right out, then pushed them down over his hips and let them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them. He was gloriously naked in the near-dark, a mouth-watering display of virility and danger, all sculpted physique and dark tattoos. His dick was right in front of me, standing straight up, and I stared.
Holy Christ, it was even more gorgeous in person.
“Look at me.”
I looked up at Johnny’s eyes. He took my wrists and tied them gently with the silky drawstring, while I did nothing but kneel in front of him, staring at his eyes.
When my wrists were bound, he nudged me back, laying me down on the sofa with my arms above my head. “Don’t move, Angel,” he said, holding my eyes.
Why would I move? This was fucking amazing.
I watched him, his gorgeous naked ass and tattooed back, as he walked into the kitchen and disappeared beyond the island. He took something out of the fridge and walked back over. He was holding a can of whipped cream.
My whole body throbbed with excitement so excruciating, I was afraid I might come as soon as he touched my skin.
Maybe he sensed that, because instead of touching me, he eased into it—by dispensing a cool dollop of whipped cream onto each of my nipples, then onto my clit. While I squirmed, my brain blown. Was this happening?
I couldn’t even rationalize anymore. I no longer even registered that this was… risky or whatever. It was purely sexual, and it was happening. We both wanted it to happen.
“Tell me I’m a good girl again,” I whispered as he put the whipped cream can aside. “Tell me you like it that I’m sweet.”
Johnny looked down at me, ran his tongue over his lip and said, “So good, sweet girl, I’m gonna eat you…”
Then he sank onto his knees on the couch, lowering himself over me, and proceeded to eat the whipped cream off, very fucking slowly, as I writhed in pleasure beneath him, panting. Trying not to lose it too fast…
He took his time sucking the whipped cream off my nipples, then kissed his way down my belly with his wicked mouth. While he gently ate whipped cream off my clit, I completely lost my shit.
Yes!
This was what I’d always wanted with a lover. Someone who took the reins from me when I made the first move and drove us to a place even beyond my own imagination. Creativity. Enthusiasm.
Hunger.
