Page 134 of Wicked Angel
Someone who gave back as good as he got.Better.
This was so good… I didn’t even want to come. Not yet.
“Tell me,” he said darkly, while he played his tongue over my clit, like my body was a dessert all its own. “Tell me what you want me to do to my sweet, deviant girl.”
There it was again.My.
“I w-want you to fuck me,” I said hoarsely.
In response, he spread my legs wider and pushed my knees up, splitting me wide open, and went to town on my pussy, delving his tongue inside me as I spoke. Fucking me with his tongue.
“I… I want you to put me on my knees at your feet and stroke your cock while you watch me touch myself, and call me your sweet girl while you come on my face. I want you to come all over me. I want you to fuck my mouth and groan while you come down my throat and call me your good girl. I want… so many… fucking… things…” My body pulsed with heat as he ate me out and I wondered what he was thinking. “Am I being too greedy?” I asked, with hope in my breathless voice.
“So greedy,” he said roughly, but I could hear how much he liked it. He suckled my clit, gently, teasing, making me squirm.
“Johnny…” I groaned, agonized. “Make me come…”
“Yeah, Angel. You’re gonna come in my mouth. Because you can’t help it, can you?”
“Call me your horny little slut,” I blurted out.
Oh shit. Did I just say that?
He couldn’t seem to believe it, either. His eyes met mine, burning with heat. He licked up over my clit. Then he spread me open with his thumbs and played at my clit with his tongue, making me convulse. I was so close to tumbling over the edge…
“I think my horny little slut is hungry,” he murmured darkly, his breath caressing my wet clit.
My.
Maybe that was another kink, then.Possession.
His kink or mine?
Both?
I’d never had a guy say possessive stuff like that the first time he saw me naked. It was sending me into meltdown.
“You’re gonna come for me,” he said roughly, then went at my clit again.
Lick.
Suck.
Kiss.
“You know you want to.” He flicked my clit with his tongue, once, twice, and I came, screaming raggedly as my core convulsed. “Good, baby,” he rewarded me, lavishing my clit with kisses and slow, deep sucks between his words, “Mmmm. That’s a good girl. Keep coming. Gush on my face, my pretty little slut…”
The devil was between my legs and I loved it.
My head was spinning as my core clenched again, so damn hungry and empty… as he flicked and sucked, it was like sweet, heavenly torture, and we were both loving it. I could hear it in his deep, hungry breaths.
When he stopped and looked up at me, his face was slick with my juices and his lips were flushed. I collapsed back on the sofa.
“That better, Angel?” he whispered, wiping a hand over his mouth. “You feel better?”
I nodded, panting.
“Tell me.” He prowled up over me and his eyes burned into mine. “Tell me the truth. Trust, remember?”
