Page 206 of Wicked Angel
“I do. That’s how you’ll know how upset with you I am.”
“So upset… you’ll come all over me.”
“Yup.”
“What a terrible punishment. Please, don’t,” she said sarcastically.
“Shush now and keep still.” I drifted the tip of my tongue over her clit, then wriggled it around. She inhaled sharply, and I could feel her straining not to move. “Good girl. Do you want your morning orgasm or not?”
“Yes, please.”
“That’s more like it.”
I licked my lips and wrapped them around her clit, then sucked in a slow, luxurious rhythm, making sure to keep my mouth wet, until my spit was running down between her legs, mingling with her juices. She was crying out softly, and I just kept going, patiently, content to suck on her sweet little clit all morning. She was trembling faintly, trying so hard to do as she was told and keep still.
I rewarded her, finally, by sliding a finger inside her dripping wet cunt as I sucked, and her hips suddenly bucked, hard. She spasmed around my finger, crying out, and I pulled back, releasing her clit and taking my finger back. “Bad girl,” I admonished, watching her pussy convulse.
“Johnny! Don’t stop! Oh! God!” She whimpered with relief as my mouth met her clit again, sucking harder. Then she screamed and her hips went wild, bucking against me. Very bad. We’d have to work on that. Later.
Right now, I didn’t give a fuck if she was following my orders or not. Her body convulsed helplessly as I gently suckled and the pangs of orgasm rolled through her. I watched her soft tits bounce, her soft mouth drop open, her head rolling from side to side as I gave her pleasure.
This… I could get totally lost in this. I was stupidly addicted to it.
Getting Angeline off. Getting off with Angeline.
If she walked into a business meeting and said she needed to suck my cock, right then and there, I’d probably take it out. Except that the thought of another man seeing her like this…
In my mind, a heady montage of Angeline played out as I suckled her clit and she sobbed my name. Her sweet mouth stuffed full of my cock. My hard, swollen shaft, pulsing with veins, sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her legs spread high and wide, as she whimpered for more. Her tongue flickering over my nipples, licking down my abs, the hungry, needy look in her eyes just before I fed the head of my cock into her mouth or into her cunt. The way she moaned or gasped my name…
“Johnny…” She came again and I realized I’d been sucking harder, getting carried away. Her body pulsed and writhed, and I kept at it until she settled back down. “Oh, baby…” She moaned languidly, and I lifted up to crawl over her.
I kissed her breasts, then her sweet mouth, slow and hot, and she wrapped her arms around me.
I nudged her open with my cock and thrust into her, slow. Sank myself deep, until I’d bottomed out, my cockhead shoved against her limits. I’d barely seated myself when I was coming. I groaned as my climax shuddered violently through my body, pumping hot come into her in long, aching convulsions. My heart pounded as I emptied into her.
Her sex drunk eyes met mine.
I lay still, holding her there, holding her eyes with mine. My cock stretching her, my hips tight against her as I sought some unreachable depth, some impossible closeness.
I kissed her face, over and over again.
When I pulled back just to look at her, she gazed up at me with soft eyes.
Those eyes seemed to sayI love you.
It was like a punch in the gut.
I folded, burying my face in her neck and closing my eyes.
* * *
Maybe I was backsliding. Already.
I couldn’t tell.
It was like one step forward, three steps back, every day. Today, I woke up with Angeline and things were good, and then as the day progressed they just got worse.
I was going to talk to my sister today, because Rory had encouraged me to. Because Angeline had encouraged me to. I was going to tell her the truth. About the car in the rain and my mom and the man with the gun, but I ended up in a bar instead.
