She looks up at me, waiting.
I nod toward my still-covered cock. “Take it out.”
I don’t have to ask twice. Her fingers tremble as she unbucklesmy belt, opens the button, and slides the zip down.
My cock springs free, bobbing, straining toward her.
She licks her lips.
“Take all of me, Angel.”
Her mouth closes around me, and I groan at the heat and wetness of her.
One hand pumps my length as she takes as much as she can, the other bracing on my thigh.
My fingers tangle in her hair, gripping tight.
She moans around me.
My hips begin to pulse forward. I hit the back of her throat; she gags but doesn’t pull away, doubling her efforts as tears spill.
“Christ,” I groan. “So fucking good, Angel. You’re doing so well.”
Her hand slides from my thigh to my balls. Lightning shoots down my spine, but I refuse to come. Not yet.
I pull out.
She looks up at me, eyes glistening, saliva on her chin.
Perfectly ruined.
Dragging her up from the floor, I pull her against me, sliding my hands under her ass to lift her. She squeals—the sound lights me up.
Her back hits the counter as I thrust into her. She gasps, head tipping back.
Reaching up, she shoves the mask from my face. I let it fall.
With no barrier between us, I kiss her—hard.
My hips snap in a brutal rhythm, our eyes locked, something tender threading through the heat.
“I love you,” she whispers, staring straight into me.
“I love you, Angel,” I choke as my orgasm crashes over me.
Fuck. I didn’t mean to come so fast.
I lower Emily to the floor and drop to my knees.
“You don’t—”
Ignoring her, I run my tongue over her slit, tasting our combined release, the blood. I moan into her softness.
It doesn’t take long before she’s screaming my name again.
As I rise, I grip her chin, and tip her face up.
Then spit into her mouth.