Chapter 12 #2
My angel licks and sucks, her head bobbing up and down on my shaft. The grunts and moans she’s causing only push her more.
“Fucking hell, Angel,” I breathe, hand slipping into her hair to guide her rhythm, slow and rough at once. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her right hand comes up and cups my balls, squeezing them as she holds my cock in the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
She pulls off of me with a pop and smiles. “Give it to me, Silas. I want every drop.”
“Shit,” I curse at her filthy words, and her knowing exactly what they do to me. She knows about my cum kink, about my slight breeding obsession, and she’s using it to her advantage. “Tongue out, Angel.”
She does as she’s told, sitting back on her knees, sticking her tongue out. I start to jerk myself, and my breathing intensifies. My mouth opens on a gasp before I groan, and streams of cum cover her face. Most hits her tongue, but some lands on her cheeks and chest.
“Damn, you’re stunning covered in my cum.”
She glances down at the mess on her chest and grins, not wiping a thing. She knows it’s my weakness—knows exactly what leaving it there does to me.
“Now I want it inside me,” she says, standing and climbing onto the bed. “I want to ride this big cock, shoot it deep where it belongs.”
“Fucking hell, Angel.”
And just like that, my body’s already responding, she has me hard again in seconds. The sight of my cum still glistening on her skin? It’s gasoline.
She straddles me, slides down on my cock, and takes every inch like she was made for it.
Balancing her hands on my chest, she rocks her hips, riding my cock.
“Mmmm, so good,” she moans.
I try to watch her face, but my gaze keeps dragging to her tits bouncing as she fucks me, streaks of my cum drying against her skin. It’s dirty. It’s intimate. It’s exactly what gets me going again this fast.
Penelope adjusts, shifting her angle so my cock hits her deeper, harder, right where she needs it. I reach up and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.
“You’re so wet, Angel. I can feel your juices dripping onto me.”
“You like that, Silas? Like knowing you do this to me even in my shitty apartment?"
“Fuck yeah,” I grind out as I grab her hips and start to fuck up into her, wanting her to come on my cock.
“Silas,” she gasps. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes. Oh God. Don’t stop.” Her nails dig into my chest, and her head tips back.
She screams her release, body seizing, pussy tightening around me like a python strangling its prey. I shout, finding my own release for the second time tonight, my cock jerking inside her as my cum fills her cunt.
I hold her by her waist as she twitches and gasps, riding out her climax. When she finally comes down, her legs give out and she collapses onto my chest, tucking her face into my neck.
“Sleep, Angel,” I tell her, running my fingers up and down her back.
She goes limp against me, breath stuttering as her body trembles through the aftershocks. Her skin’s slick with sweat, her pulse still racing under my palm. I trace slow lines down her back until her breathing evens out, soft and steady.
“Sleep, Angel,” I whisper again, even though she’s already halfway there. Her lashes flutter once before her body melts against mine.
I stay like that a minute—just holding her. The way her hair sticks to her temple. The faint red marks on her waist where my hands had been. She’s wrecked and perfect. Mine, at least for tonight.
Carefully, I roll her off me. She makes a small sound in protest, but doesn’t wake. I sit on the edge of the bed, muscles aching, and drag in a breath that still tastes like her.
I find the bathroom, flick on the light, and stare at myself in the mirror for a second—naked, sweaty, eyes still blown wide. There’s a towel on the rack. I wet it, run it over my cock, then go back to her.
She’s sprawled across the bed, the sheet twisted around her legs.
I kneel beside her, wiping her gently, cleaning away the mess I made.
She stirs but doesn’t wake, only murmurs something that sounds like my name.
My chest tightens for a second before I shove the feeling down and toss the towel aside.
I slide back under the blanket, pull her against me, and let her sink into my side. Her skin’s hot, her breath soft against my throat. I should get up. I should go home, to what’s familiar. But I don’t. I stay.
Because sleeping next to her like this—her skin on mine, no rules, no tokens of claim—feels better than any scene we ever did.
I want her like this for as long as she’ll let me have her.
Morning light slips through the blinds, cutting across her bed and my arm where it’s draped around her waist. She shifts, humming softly, pressing back into me.
“Morning,” I murmur against her hair.
“Mmm.” She stretches, still half-asleep, and I catch the faint smile on her lips. “You’re still here.”
“Didn’t feel like leaving.”
“Good.” Her hand finds mine under the blanket. “Because I need to talk to you.”
That sobers me up quickly.
Talk. That word never means anything good.
My mind spins through possibilities. Maybe she regrets it.
Maybe I was too rough. Maybe the whole come-inside-her thing freaked her out, even though she’s the one who asked for it.
Yeah, I pay for her birth control and tests—it’s part of my kink, part of the control—but maybe that line finally hit her wrong.
I swallow.
“You look nervous,” she says, laughing softly
“I’m slightly concerned you’re about to throw me out.”
She rolls onto her side, smiling now. “No. But I do want to make sure we’re still on the same page about something.”
“Okay…” I say, slow, cautiously.
She takes a breath. “You remember I told you I was seeing someone else.”
“I remember.”
“And you’re still okay with that?”
I shrug, lips twitching. “I was when I said it the first time, wasn’t I?”
That makes her laugh, soft and genuine. “Just checking.”
“I like you, Angel,” I tell her, voice low. “Like, really like you. And if that means sharing you a little, I can live with that as long as I don’t have to worry about losing you. We’re not exactly traditional.”
“True,” she says, grinning.
“Anything else?”
“Nope.” She yawns. “But I think since I blew your mind last night, you should make me bacon.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Dinner and wine weren’t enough?”
“I’m high-maintenance, baby.”
“You’re not.” I lean in, brushing a kiss against her shoulder. “But instead of me burning your kitchen down, how about I take you to breakfast?”
“Done.” She winks.
“It’s settled then,” I grin. “But I think I want a snack first.”
Before she can answer, I slide down the bed, spreading her thighs with my hands and burying my face between them. She gasps, fingers twisting in my hair.
“Silas—”
I hum against her, tongue working slow and deep, savoring the taste that’s already burned into me. Breakfast can wait. This?
This is my favorite meal.