Page 135 of Avenging Angel

I knew it woke him too when he grumbled sleepily, “Jesus Christ. What the fuck is that?”

I lifted my head and called, “Alexa, stop.”

The music stopped.

Cap said, “Alexa cancel alarm.”

She told us the alarm was cancelled.

Cap instantly went on, “Alexa, set alarm for five a.m. with any kind of music but that shit you just played.”

Alexa shared her confusion about what Cap was asking.

I started laughing.

Cap gripped my hips and rolled me.

It was then, I focused on his face.

Oh my.

He didn’t hesitate. He kissed my throat, then he went down.

We’d had maybe three hours of sleep, and I’d personally had more orgasms than I could count (or maybe I could count them, they were just so world-rocking, my mind was muddled and I couldn’t distinguish one from the other).

Still, he was so good at this, it didn’t take long for me to arrive at the destination he was leading me to.

I came down to Cap nuzzling my neck.

God, he wasn’t just hot, he was all kinds of sweet.

I put my foot to the bed and heaved him to his back.

Then I went down.

“Baby,” he murmured, sifting his fingers in my hair as I took him into my mouth.

I worked him, lips, tongue, suction and hand, doing this all the while Cap had his fingers curled around the back of my head.

He knew from the first time I went down on him last night I wasn’t into swallowing, so he warned a thick, “Raye.”

I slurped him out of my mouth and went at him with just my hand, but he had other ideas.

He reached and grabbed me under my arms, pulling me on top of him.

I settled astride his hips, grabbed hold and took him inside.

He gripped my hips and controlled the rhythm, alternately watching our connection, my body and my face with a dark, hungry expression on his that was mingled with contentment and something else. Something beautiful. Something I knew was building between us, but it was so big, I wasn’t ready to go there.

Not yet.

I’d just come, and our activities (though mostly the look on his handsome face) were taking me there again.

Eventually, he ordered, “Fuck me faster, baby,” as he slid his thumb to my clit.

I didn’t know how he held off before he took me there again, but his thumb was almost as magical as his tongue, and he had a very big, very pretty dick, so I suppose it wasn’t a surprise that I shot off again before he did.

My back arched and I bounced frantically into it, so while I was having mine, I heard the delicious growly groan and felt the pads of his fingers dig into my flesh when he had his.

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