Oh, Angel… I’m just getting started.
I slip the mask back into place and pull the duvet away, exposing her fully.
Soft curves.
Smooth thighs.
That pretty, pink pussy—freshly shaved.
Did she do that for me?
I drag my hand down her body, resting just above where I want her most.
Then, my other hand wraps around her throat.
I squeeze—lightly at first, until she starts to squirm.
Her eyes snap open. Wild. Confused.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. But she doesn’t fight.
I don’t answer.
Instead, I slide one finger between her thighs and circle her clit. Her hips jerk.
“S-stop,” she breathes—but her body chases my touch.
“Shhh, Angel. Let go.”
I slide one finger inside her dripping cunt. She’s soaked.Perfect.
Another finger joins the first. I curl them just right.
“I…” she gasps, trailing off as I find that spot that makes her melt.
Her legs tremble.
My thumb works her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
She’s moaning now—soft, high, desperate.
God,she’s fuckingintoxicating.
“That’s it, Angel,” I murmur. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
She shatters. Her walls clench around my fingers, drawing me deeper as she cries out, incoherent and undone.
I withdraw my fingers from her fluttering pussy, slick with the evidence of her arousal. I’d give anything for a taste of her right now.
But she’s staring at me—wide-eyed, lips parted.
So I do the next best thing. I lift my fingers to her mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
To my surprise, she obeys without hesitation—lips closing around me, tongue swirling, licking herself clean from my skin.
My cock throbs at the sight.