Page 171 of Wicked Angel
“Yes,” I whispered. “Come inside me, baby.”
He swore as I changed the motion of my hips, from up and down to back and forth, grinding slowly against him. He watched my breasts moving in front of his face. He growled a little, his hips bucking slightly as he started to come.
I milked him as he climaxed, rocking my hips slowly back and forth. I felt his thick cock spasm, his hot come spurting deep, even as his body relaxed, as he gave himself over to the pleasure. I pressed my hands to his chest, holding him down, and he gazed up at me as he filled me in long, throbbing spurts, his mouth dropping open in silent awe, his heart beating in his tattooed throat.
“Mine.” The word fell out of my mouth as our eyes locked in shared ecstasy. “This is mine, Johnny.”
“Angie,” he breathed. His cock spasmed violently inside me when he said my name.
My slow gyrations became slipperier as our slick juices coated us, as he filled me to overflowing. “Your cock and come are all for me.” I savored each spasm, drunk on knowing that I was giving him this release. That this state of extreme pleasure we achieved together was just for us. Him and me.
I knew, without having to ask, that the pure, raw ecstasy we experienced together was different than anything he’d ever had before. Just like it was for me.
It was in his eyes. In the helpless sounds he made. In the way he held onto me, his fingers digging into me so possessively.
I increased the force of my movements just a little and he moaned. His cock spasmed inside me again. His swollen balls slid wetly against my ass, slick with both our juices. I could feel how thick his shaft was, stretching me open as I rode back and forth. “Baby,” he gasped, his fingers plucking gently on my nipples, and arousal coursed through me. When he throbbed inside me again, I climaxed.
I went still.
“Angeline,” he breathed, holding my gaze as my inner muscles shuddered around him, my pussy squeezed around his cock like a fist, jerking with uncontrollable convulsions of pleasure. “Don’t look away, Angel,” he said gruffly. “Don’t close your eyes.”
I panted softly as the pleasure rolled through me. I dug my fingers into his pecs for stability. I rocked my hips a little, savoring the feel of him inside me. My pussy spasmed around him for what felt like long minutes, in shuddering pulses that resonated through my core. I couldn’t believe how long it went on.
If Johnny could’ve come again so soon, I knew he would’ve. The slack, absolutely awestruck look on his face told me so.
“Tell me,” he said in a daze. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Your thick cock,” I said, sounding more dazed than he did. I sounded drunk. “Making me come.”
He squeezed my nipples gently as my pussy pulsed again. “You’re so beautiful, Angel.”
I murmured something that wasn’t really words, lost in the haze of pleasure as the orgasm mellowed out. I sagged a little against him.
He slid his hands up to my neck, my face. “Come here.”
I sank down over him, meeting his lips with mine. We kissed slowly, wet and hot. And as we did, he bent his knees up to brace his feet on the bed and flexed his hips, driving his cock into me in slow, deep pumps. His hands slid down to my ass. Gripping my cheeks and squeezing, he held me open as he pumped into me wetly. I was dripping with his cream, we were both slick, and his thrusts felt indulgent. He was half-hard but hard enough, his thickness still stretching me as he sought to continue my pleasure.
It wasn’t long before my swollen, sensitive pussy responded, and my core shuddered as his thrusts set off another deep, pulsing climax.
I cried out into his mouth and when our kiss broke, he soothed me, “Good girl. My sweet Angel. Come for me.” His cock kept up the slow, torturous pumps as I climaxed helplessly around him. He held my eyes, devouring my pleasure. “Keep coming, Angel.” When I whimpered, shuddering on top of him, he muttered, “You don’t know how much you turn me on.” Then he caught my mouth in another hot kiss.
We kissed and kissed as the orgasm rolled through me and faded, as he slowly pumped into me. He gradually stopped as I settled into the limp aftermath of all that pleasure. I lay heavily on him and he kissed my face, smoothing my hair back so he could look in my eyes.
We both lay still as he kissed my cheek, my lips, slowly, reverently. His cock was still inside me, softened, but thick and heavy as he continued to possess me.
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me how good it is.”
“It’s so good,” I panted. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“Tell me it’s not like this with anyone else.”
“It’s not. It’s never been like this with anyone else.”
“Tell me how hard I make you come.”
I laughed breathily as he tipped my chin up to lick my throat. “I’ve never come like this in my life.”
“Tell me. Tell me how much you need me.”
