Page 138 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“I’m going to ruin you,wife.” I push myself against her. “Take off what’s left of your dress.”
She doesn’t move.
“Now, Angelica,” I roar, and her breath hitches before she pulls the straps down her arms.
My chest heaves at the sight of her, and I start unbuttoning my shirt.
Angelica’s eyes now look as hungry as mine as she takes in my inked body. When she notices my new piece, her pupils dilate in surprise. “Is that my name?” she exclaims, pointing to my left pec.
I nod, my lips curling.
“You got my name tattooed on your chest?” Amazement sparkles in her gaze. About a week ago, I asked my tattoo artist to ink my wife’s name on me to celebrate our love and show her how much she means to me.
“It’s only fair; I carved out my name on your thigh, after all.”
“I can’t believe it!” Angelica cries out, tracing the word with her fingertips. The letters are written in gothic style and surrounded by angel wings and peonies.
“It’s real, kitten. Now, your name is engraved on my heart. I’m yours. Forever.”
“Evan, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” She kisses me softly. The feeling of her mouth spreads heat through my entire being, igniting every nerve in my body. When we finally pull away, the taste of her lips still lingers on mine.
I back away and settle onto the bed once again, leaving Angelica against the wall.
“Crawl to me.”
She stutters, wide-eyed. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me, wife. Get on your knees and crawl to me like a good little slut.”
Angelica inhales sharply, her cheeks reddening but she gets on all fours and slowly makes her way to me, her eyes fixed on mine. Excitement runs shivers down my back.
When my wife reaches me, she sits on her heels and places her hands on her thighs.
I smirk. “That’s my good girl.”
Widening my legs, I unbuckle my belt. Angelica runs her tongue over her lips, and I grab her face, squeezing it to open her mouth. Her head leans back, and I spit down her throat.
“Take out my cock and suck.”
She obliges and frees my dick from its confines, the lust clear in her eyes. My hand fastens onto her hair as Angelica inches her mouth over my length. The slow pace is almost painful. I’m dying to shove my length down her throat and choke her.Why the fuck not?
I push her head further down, and she gags, tears springing to her eyes. The sound of her heaving makes my cock swell even more. “Fuck, kitten. I’m going to come so fast.” It feels too good.
Tilting my head back, I let out a string of moans. My impending release is at the base of my dick.I’m so fucking close. “Keep going, baby. Drain my cock.”
Angelica switches between sucking on my tip and fisting my shaft. To finish me off, she uses her other hand to massage my balls, and I explode. My dick bulges as hot ropes of cum release into her mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuck yes.”
Eyes glossy, mascara running down her face, Angelica has the aura of a devilish angel. She smiles wide, and my heart skips a couple beats. I swipe my thumb on her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry for me,angeloudi mou.”
Placing my arm around her hips, I pick her up and slam my mouth onto hers, tasting my release on her lips. I turn and throw her onto the bed, hovering over her body. I grab the bottle of champagne from the basket and, once it pops open, I take a large swig. “Want some?” I flash a sly grin.
Angelica’s head bobs.
“Open wide.”
She obliges, and I let the champagne spill down her throat. She swallows some down, but the rest trickles out of her mouth, down her neck and onto the bed. I pour the rest on her chest, breasts, stomach, and mound. The coldness of the liquid makes her gasp and shiver, goosebumps erupting all over her body.
“I can’t wait to get drunk off you, wife,” I mutter right before reaching the apex of her thighs, her loud cry resonating in the room. The tangy taste of her arousal mixes with the sweetness of the champagne, and I revel in it, letting my tongue lap in and around her pussy. It’s fucking delectable, and I can’t believe I get to eat her out anytime I want.
