Page 131 of Beautifully Shattered
Heat pools between my legs, and I whimper as I suck him in deeper, now ravenous to feel him hit the back of my throat, even if itdoesmake me gag.
Shit. I think I want that. I want togivehim that.
Popping him free, I move to straddle one of his legs, his hand loosening in my hair as I shift.
He never takes his eyes off me. His heated stare is fixed, like he’s in a trance and only I can command him.
“Is your pussy wet, Angel?”
“Yes.” I nod, pressing my panty-clad pussy to his thigh before lowering my lips back to his dick, and sucking him back in.
“Fuuuck, I’m gonna come way too fast. Your hot little mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”
I moan around his tip, gliding my tongue over it, then sinking him deeper again.
As my tongue, lips and hand work together to build his pleasure, I ride out my own over his thigh, grateful I’m only down to a thin precautionary panty liner now since my bleeding is practically gone.
“You like my cock in your mouth?” he asks, knowing I can’t answer, but when I take him in further, gagging around him, he knows exactly how much I do.
I never thought I’d be able to do this again. Never thought I’d handle that feeling, but I want everything with this man. So much so that one day soon, I hope I can give him all the control to use my mouth exactly how he wants without me slipping into a PTSD episode.
“Fuck, Angel. I’m gonna come soon. You might wanna stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
I don’t stop. If anything, his warning sets me off, and I suck and gag and pump him while grinding on his thigh, a frenzy tearing through me.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!” he roars, his hips thrusting up uncontrollably, choking me deeper as his control snaps, and he fists my hair, holding me down.
I wait for the terror. For the flashback. For the panic. But all that comes is blinding pleasure shooting straight to my core as he thrusts and I suck him like a starved animal.
“I’m coming!” he roars, his body going rigid, and the moment the first spurt of cum hits the back of my throat, I grind myself so hard on his legs that I shatter.
I cry out aroundhis pulsing dick, my mouth flooding with so much cum it leaks from the corners, but I don’t stop sucking, desperate to milk every last drop from him, just like he does with my nipples.
“Angel. Baby. Fuck, stop… ahhhh.” He groans and jerks, his dick clearly oversensitive, so I ease up, swallowing what I can, the rest oozing from the sides of my mouth and down my neck as I gasp for breath, his dick popping free.
“Was that okay?” I pant, my chest heaving as I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Did I do it right?”
“Right?” He makes a strangled choking sound. “I think my soul left my body, Angel.”
My lips kick up in a slow smile.
“So what you’re saying is, I’m God?”
A laugh bursts from his lips, and he sits up quickly, grabbing me and pulling me back down to the bed with him.
“Wait. I’m covered in your cum,” I protest, but it doesn’t faze him, and he does something I never expected him to do.
He flattens his tongue to my neck and licks up one of the trails of his own seed.
“Mmm. I taste fucking good on you.”
“Shit,” I pant, grinding myself against him, and he chuckles.
“Does it turn you on to watch me lick up my own mess, Angel?”
I nod, slamming my lips to his, tasting his cum on his tongue as our mouths clash in a ravenous battle of need.
This man has the power to turn me into the filthiest, most depraved woman on Earth, and I’m not even mad about it.
