Page 56 of Angelic Vengeance

Without taking his eyes off me, he lowered his head and laid a kiss on my clit. Pleasure flowed through me and I drew in a breath, parting my lips slightly. But then his lips left the material of my thong as he lowered himself even more. His mouth opened, and his tongue connected with my entrance before doing a torturously slow lick back up to my clit.

When a moan escaped my lips, he smiled against my sensitive skin, before jerking me slightly lower down the bed. As I fell back on the bed, he didn’t let me get up again. His hands slid up, over my stomach, grabbing both of my breasts. Then his warm, wet mouth was on my clit again and I arched into him, remembering what I imagined he would feel like in my dream. Nothing compared to this.

He continued to lick me over the material of my panties, filling the room with my moans and his groans of pleasure. Every single one of his growls vibrated against me, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head and dig my nails into his forearms resting on my stomach.

My climax was building up incredibly fast, and before I knew it, I was shaking underneath him in the aftermath of my orgasm. Zach didn’t stop, forcing me to ride it out until I was twitching and squirming away from him. Finally, he pulled away and I slumped on the bed, gasping for air. My mind was hazy and I felt like I was out of my body.

Zach slowly climbed back over me and left the softest kiss on the scar cutting down my brow. “You did so good,hermosa.”

I whimpered in response.

“You like being my good girl, hm?”

When I looked up at him, my hands went to the sides of his neck, pulling him down; the coldness of his chain touching my chest. Our lips met and when I tasted myself on his tongue, I moaned into the kiss. He groaned in response and pulled me closer, pressing his erection against me for the first time. I pulled away and gasped at the unfamiliar feeling.

Part of me was terrified, and yet the other was thrilled even if I knew I wouldn’t go all the way tonight.

Still, I grinded against his hard length, earning an impressed chuckle against my lips. It rocked through me, leaving my skin tingling behind. Zach rolled his hips harder against me, forcing a whimper past my lips.

“You’re only a good girl for me. Right, baby? Only me.”

“Only you,” I breathed against his lips, delirious from pleasure.

Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around him, locked my ankles, and pulled him closer. A masculine sound of satisfaction left his chest before he fisted my hair and began grinding against me, over and over again.

Although he wasn’t inside me, I still had to hold onto his shoulders as I slid up and down the sheets, his chain hitting my neck. The head of his cock hit my clit with every thrust, followed by the glorious length of the rest of him, and the hit of his sack against my opening. Blinding waves of pleasure rolled through me as another orgasm built at my center, and my nails dug into his muscles while his grip on my hair tightened.

As he grabbed my waist with one strong hand, Zach leaned down to speak in my ear. His voice came out dangerously dark – raw with desire and hunger. “I bet this is the best sex of your life and I’m not even inside you yet.”

Another whimper escaped between my moans and that was all it took to tip me over the edge. His bedroom filled with my cries, his groans, and the sounds of ruffled sheets until I was shattering underneath him, and he was coming on my stomach.

Eventually, we both stopped moving, our chests raising and dropping heavily. Zach slowly turned his head and caught my mouth in another mind-blowing kiss. However, I never unwrapped my legs from around him, and after a hot make-out session, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.I could feel that he was still hard, so I moved my hips against him. He grinded back, but before he could do more, I untangled my legs and pushed at his chest. Since I wasn’t strong enough to flip us, I had to signal for him to do it.

He fell on his back, taking me with him, and never separating our lips once. My hair drooped around us, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. His rough hands dropped to my ass, squeezing hard once before going back up to my waist.

Grinding into his erection, I pulled away from the kiss and whispered against his lips. “Show me how?”

Zach’s hand fisted in my hair, pulling me back to him. “Fuck,Maria…” Our lips met again as his hands slid down my back to my ass, his fingers digging into me.

He began to move me roughly, controlling my movements, making me ride him exactly how he liked it. Under the material of my thong, my clit slid up and down his length, as my wetness dripped down on him. Each thrust sent a wave of dopamine through me, and I started to wonder why we hadn’t done this sooner.

He dry-fucked me so good I was seriously considering taking off my underwear and going further. Too soon, my head fell on his shoulder as my orgasm ripped through me, and he nuzzled his face in my neck.

Through half-lidded eyes, I looked down at his cum glistening on my stomach and his defined abs. Electricity sparked through me and I thought I’d never seen something so hot.

CHAPTER 20

Present

MY THROAT FELT LIKE SANDPAPER and my head pounded against my skull. My whole body shook as I coughed. Groaning in pain, I readjusted my towel as I left the bathroom.

I hated being sick. It fucked with my senses and slowed my reaction time immensely. I sighed, for a moment regretting that I ran away–walkedhome from Zach’s place in my wet clothes. They were still in the plastic bag in his living room when I did my walk of shame out of his bedroom after lying about needing to use the bathroom.

Part of me was irritated at how things had played out, but I didn’t necessarily regret it. So what if we stayed up for hours making out and grinding against each other? I was twenty-one. An adult. A grown woman. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Leave whenever the fuck I wanted. I didn’t need to explain myself.

Facing Zach again was the problem… I hadn’t seen or heard from him since I left his place yesterday morning. Granted, I had been hiding in my apartment, curing my cold which was almost over.

Yawning, I continued my post-shower routine before returning to the movie playing on my TV in the living room. My stomach growled, but I ignored it since I couldn’t be bothered to cook right now.

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