Page 88 of Even Angels fall
I know I’m being a brat, but I want to see all of him the way he saw all of me and maybe, just maybe, I want to taste him the way he tasted me.
Elhyor doesn’t seem to mind, though. He takes his sweet time to get down the bed and slowly—as if it’s his turn to put on a show—he removes his boxers.
I know why he decided to get some distance between the two of us before removing his boxer briefs now.
Because I wasn’t prepared for what’s in front of me just now.
I knew he was massive—that’s not something he could have hidden under his boxers—but what has me truly dumbstruck to the point of my mouth hanging slightly open is the row of little bars forming some sort of ladder on the underside of his very erected cock.
I wonder if those hurt when he did them. I wonder if they still hurt or if they make him more sensitive to the touch.
Elhyor must see all of this on my face, because he climbs back on the bed and straddles my hips, bringing his cock right at eye level for me.
“You like what you see?” He asks me with a cocky smirk that I feel deep down in my pussy.
Instead of answering, I tentatively bring my hand to his cock and stroke the underside of it with my thumb, counting the bars. Seven. There are seven of those little metallic bars that I want to lick one by one.
My earlier question about pain is answered when Elhyor brings his hand over mine and squeezes a bit tighter to show me how he likes it and an almost silent moan rings between us. I’m not sure if it’s mine or his or even both of us’, but it emboldens me and I spit in my other hand before bringing it to his cock and sliding it with the first.
The metal under my hands is cold and a stark contrast to Elhyor’s cock, which is hot and pulsating under my palms.
I tighten my hold and squeeze a bit more, smearing the drop of precum that leaked already on the tip of his cock. I keep stroking a bit and the drop is back, so instead this time I bend a bit and flip my tongue over it before parting my lips to take the head of his cock into my mouth. Slowly, I breathe through my nose and take as much of him as I can, stroking with one hand in rhythm with my mouth.
I feel Elhyor bring one hand to the back of my head and the other around my throat. He doesn’t press or squeeze, he just lets it rest on the side of my neck as he groans in pleasure.
Hearing the pleasure I’m giving him, I try to take more of him and moan around his cock. I think I get down about five bars when I feel the hand around my throat press the underside of my jaw to make me stop.
“Enough,” Elhyor says, panting, “that filthy mouth of yours is going to be the death of me.” He breathes through his nose, and I can see the fire dancing in his eyes. “If you keep sucking me so good, I’m gonna come down that pretty throat and that’s not what I want for tonight.”
He crawls back a bit and then presses against me before turning us to switch positions. He’s now sitting against the headboard with his cock in his hand, and I’m straddling his thighs.
With it right next to my pussy, I’m well aware that it might hurt a bit at first. I’m not sure the piercings are going to help, either. They look gorgeous on his cock, but they might be less than awesome when I have to get all of them inside.
“It’ll fit,” Elhyor says with that cocky smile that starts to be his signature. “We’ll go slow and you’ll set the pace, and if it gets too much, we’ll stop.”
I see how much it costs him to say those last words when he looks so hungry to feel his cock inside of me.
“Condoms?” I ask, because I’m too young to be a mother and it’s been days and I can’t remember if I was supposed to take something before marrying Elhyor or if I was ever given anything. I know for a fact I didn’t get a contraceptive shot before leaving Versailles, but for all I know, that damn tracker that is still under the skin of my neck could have a contraceptive inside, but I’m not taking any chance.
But I shouldn’t have worried. With me still straddling his thighs, Elhyor bends to his right side, opens the drawer of the night table, and retrieves a string of gold foiled packages. There are like six of them.
“Someone came very prepared,” I say in a teasing tone.
“If I have something to say about how this goes, those won’t be enough,” Elhyor says as he pumps his cock inside his fist and another drop of precum beads at the tip.
Without thinking, I swipe it with my thumb and plunge it between my lips. I didn’t pay attention earlier when I tasted him, but I don’t understand the women I heard saying that cum tastes bad, because this is decadent, sultry and has a smoky taste that makes me feel like I’m on fire.
Elhyor opens one of the condoms and slides it on his cock slowly as he pumps it with both hands.
“Come here, Little Devil, and ride your husband’s cock like a good wife."
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Iwatch Elhyor’s cock as his words permeate my mind. I thought my body couldn’t be more ready for what was to come, but I was obviously wrong. Because there is no way to explain how his words turn me on so much. I was a mess, and now I’m a hot mess, and all I want to do is to comply immediately and wildly ride him. I don’t care if those piercings could hurt me.
Or at least that’s my first reaction…
