Page 57 of His Relentless Angel

“The video?”

I nod, taking a hit of his honey scent in the hopes it will help me calm down. “And for calling you ‘Papi’ while wearing this bikini. I’m sorry I wasn’t being sweet.”

Tightening his arm around my back, Isaiah lifts me off the floor and carries me into the bathroom. He kisses my forehead, then sets me on my feet and spins me around to face the mirror. I can’t stand looking at myself and turn my head away.

Isaiah stands at the wall and drags me back until I’m leaning against his chest. He slides his hand down my torso, just like I had in the video. “Open your eyes, baby.”

Blinking my eyes open to clear my tears, my breath hitches for real when he teases the top of my bikini bottoms with his fingertips and kisses the crook of my neck, all while staring at me in the mirror. He kisses up to my jaw when I tip my head and slides his other hand up to gently cup my left breast.

“You see what I see?” He sinks his hand inside my bottoms to toy with my clit, using the pad of his middle finger to rub slow but firm circles over it.

I shake my head, my belly fluttering with desire. When he slides his hand lower to part my pussy lips, I widen my stance, allowing him access to dip his finger inside me.

“I see a sweet little angel letting Papi play with your pussy.”

“Isaiah.” My chest rises and falls with my accelerated heart rate. I reach up and behind me to palm the back of his head, loving the texture of his recent low fade haircut. “You don’t have to play with me like that. I-I know you don’t—” I suck in a breath and rock my hips into his hand when he sinks his thick finger as deep as it will go.

“Papi loves playing with your hot, dripping-wet pussy.” His cock is huge, hard against my lower back, and he groans, grinding against me when he slips his hand out of my bottoms and sucks his wet finger into his mouth. “So sweet.”

“Oh god.” I can hardly catch my breath, staring wide-eyed at him in the mirror when he maneuvers me forward and makes me brace my hands on the vanity in a way that plumps my breasts together.

Isaiah taps on my phone, which is still propped against the mirror, to start recording a video. He reaches around me to pinch the fabric of my tiny bikini top to pull the triangles aside so that my nipples are partially exposed.

Grinding his cock against my ass, he asks, “When you sent that video clip to me on your birthday, what did you want me to do once I saw it?”

I bite my lip, and he raises one black brow, pinching the bow tie strings holding my bikini bottoms together on the sides of my hips.

“Tell me.”

“It was something evil,” I whisper.

“Tell Papi what you wanted me to do,” he coaxes, licking a line up the column of my neck and tugging slightly on the bow ties, but not enough to undo them.

“Oh god.” I roll my ass against his steely hard bulge. “I-I wanted you to sneak into my house and…”

He tugs one side loose. “And what?”

“And bend me over the bathroom counter.”

Isaiah presses a hand between my naked shoulder blades, lowering my upper half, and I brace myself on my elbows. “Then what?”

“I wanted you to p-pull my bottoms down.”

Isaiah tugs loose the other side, and my bottoms fall to the floor. He groans, palming my asscheeks and pulling them apart. “And then?”

“I wanted you to tell me you were secretly in love with me.”

“I’m in love with you, angel,” he says with his whole chest. “What next?”

“I wanted you to push your pants down and…and I wanted to feel you…feel it.”

I can’t see his hands behind me from my position, but I can certainly feel it when he slides the swollen head of his bare dick between my pussy lips. “Like this? You wanted me to take your virginity like this?”

I swallow, shifting my feet wider and arching my back. “No, not my virginity. Not yet.” He backs up. “But I wanted to feel what it was like to have…a little bit of you inside me.”

“Fuck, B. You wanted me to fuck you with just the tip?”

“M-Make love. Yeah.”

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