Page 117 of Even Angels fall
I hear him suck in a breath, and then hot liquid drops on top of my ass. When I feel his thumb rub it in my skin, teasing my asshole in the meantime, I realize…
“Did you just spit on me?” I ask as I turn my face to him to see his answer.
He looks me in the eye and spits again, as he keeps pumping into my pussy and his thumb breaches my asshole.
“And I’ll do it again,” he says as he lets his thumb sink farther.
“Oh, god,” I mutter to myself. It stings a bit, but I feel even fuller than I did before now.
“Scream my name, not some nameless god,” Elhyor says as his thumb goes all the way in, “This body is mine, and I want you to know who is owning it right now, so say my name, Little Wife.”
His last sentence sounds like a desperate command, almost like a plea.
He sounds like he’s coming undone, and I want nothing else than to give him what he wants.
With his left hand, he reaches between my legs as he keeps pumping into my pussy and ass in tandem with his cock and thumb, and when he finds my clit and starts rubbing it, too, it becomes too much.
I’m a ball of sensations—my skin is too tight to hold all my pleasure—and I burst into a million pieces as I scream his name.
“Elhyor!!!”
I’m vaguely aware that Elhyor keeps pumping inside of me and that his hands are still very much teasing me, but it’s like myorgasm refuses to stop, and my body keeps riding waves after waves of pleasure.
It doesn’t stop even when Elhyor finally cums, screaming my name as he does.
He removes his thumb and sags against my back, still inside of me.
I feel a kiss against my shoulder and then another one.
“Sometime soon, this ass is going to be mine too,” Elhyor whispers in my ear, and I can’t help the shudder that goes through my body at his words.
If this is the kind of orgasm I get with just a thumb inside of my ass, I’m not sure I’m going to survive something more.
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I’m completely spent.
I’m also completely—irrevocably—in love with my wife.
I don’t know if it’s the way she decided all on her own to go down on me or if it’s the force of that last orgasm, but things have never been this clear in my life.
If I wasn’t already married to the hellion, I’d probably go down on one knee and ask her to marry me right in this instant.
Or more exactly when I’d have caught my breath.
I make my way to the compartment where I store changes of clothes—with the size of my shifted form, I’m shredding a lot of clothes—and get a dark red hoodie out of it for Angélique.
I probably could have undressed her the normal way, but there’s something that stirs the beast in me when I see her dressed in my own clothes, so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give her more of them.
I think she is starting a collection though, because none of the hoodies I lent her so far came back to me.
I don’t mind, but I’m going to need more of those if she keeps hoarding them like that.
I’m back at my desk and softly I turn her, so she faces me. I thought I was spent? It’s nothing next to the state Angélique is in just now.
I put my pants back without caring for my shirt and my briefs. Then I help her into the dark sweater and then gather her in my arms. She grumbles a bit—saying she can do it alone—but still lets me dress her, and when I slip my arm at her back and under her knees, she wraps her arms around my neck, dropping her head to my chest.
