Page 147 of Wicked Angel
“Uhh…”
Her ability to speak fled as I slipped the length of my finger into her. I curled it up into her front wall, stroking her. Her mouth dropped open again, but no words came.
“You like that?” I knew she did.
“Yeah.More.”
I slipped a second finger in and rubbed both against her front wall. She started shaking, quivering when it felt good.
“God, yeah. More, Johnny. Please…” She twisted her hips, trying to get more pressure.
“Relax,” I told her, kissing the soft skin next to her pussy. “Don’t move, Angel. Just feel. Feel what I’m doing to you.”
She sighed raggedly, then whimpered when I slipped in a third finger. I moved them together, shoving them in deep, then curling them, undulating into the tissues of her front wall.
She shuddered. “Johnny…”
“Yeah. Say my name.”
She panted my name, again and again, as I fucked her with my fingers and rubbed her inside in a deep rhythm, not too fast. Her body shook and shivered, and she sobbed a little when my fingers pressed up into her front wall again.
I pulsated them against her wet flesh, just figuring out what she liked best. That elicited a little cry and her head fell back.
“Shh, Angel, it’s okay.”
“I think I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna come.” I kissed her soft flesh again, nuzzling into the soft hollow between her thigh and her pussy. I drifted my mouth over to the other side, skipping right over her pussy, letting her feel nothing there but my warm breath.
“Oh, please, yes…” She kept pleading, as I kept urging her closer to orgasm. I knew she’d get there.
“Just try to relax,” I soothed her.
“God…” She heaved a sigh and looked at me. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears. “It feels so good…”
“I know, Angel. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
I pressed a kiss to her smooth skin again, then kissed her closer to her opening. She moaned. I drifted my tongue over her flesh, teasing her opening as I kept fucking her with my fingers… and something about that combo—my tongue teasing her delicate opening and the deep, massaging thrusts—sent her over. Her cunt bore down on my hand, rippling around me as she climaxed. I kept licking, kept rubbing her inside as she shuddered and shook, her pussy spasming around me in deep, shuddering pulses.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” she begged, and I kept going until she seemed to be floating back down, catching her breath.
Her eyes met mine and she gave me a slow smile, looking flushed.
Then her smile melted into molten ecstasy as I closed my lips over her neglected clit, sucking. I lashed it with my tongue, then sucked in deep, hungry pulls, pressing against her front wall with the fingers that were still buried inside her.
“Ohhh… Johnny,” she gasped, and her hips jerked a little, her body shuddering as she came again—fucking hard. Her hand slapped the counter, the other one clawing into my hair as the spasms ripped through her and she moaned in delirium, her back arching.
I sucked, then licked, then kissed, until she was safely back to her senses and could support herself on the counter. Just barely. My fingers slid out of her and her legs fell from my shoulders as I got to my feet. I stood between her legs and gathered her to me. She was limp and hot, and gazed up at me with lust in her eyes.
“You,” I told her, before she could say anything, “are an angel.”
She tilted her head slightly, studying me like she wasn’t sure where such sweet words came from, or what she’d done to deserve them. I smoothed her hair back from her pretty face and kissed her lips softly.
When I drew back to meet her eyes again, she whispered, “Fuck me. Please.”
The fact that she wanted me to, so fucking badly, was making me so hard it was brutal torture. But there were more important things than my dick right now.
“No.” I kissed her forehead.
