57. Angélique
57
Angélique
I watch 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…
Because reality is a tiny bit different.
I raise my hips over him and let him position himself at my entrance with one hand as he holds my hip with the other. It’s both a possessive move and a soothing one, but it’s only when I try to get down that I understand why he’s holding me like this. I feel him stretching me in an almost painful way and I didn’t even get him all inside of me.
I take a look down and… yep, only the tip.
The hand that was on Elhyor’s cock moves to grab my hip on the other side as he croons “you’re doing so good, Little Devil. Take your time.”
Slowly, I get down a bit, looking at Elhyor’s cock stretching me endlessly. I’m so wet, it should slide easily but I still get down as slowly as I can.
Elhyor seems to be satisfied that I’m not rushing things. He removes his right hand from my hip and brings the palm of his hand just over my mound with his thumb downward.
I’m not sure what he actually wants to do until he bends his thumb a bit and it comes in direct contact with my clit. I feel myself get even wetter in an instant and don’t realize that I relaxed enough for my pussy to swallow more of Elhyor’s cock.
“Look how your sweet little cunt takes my cock, Little Devil,” Elhyor says, and as I look down on us I feel myself open a bit more and I sink to my knees slowly, taking him all in one swift move.
It hurts a bit. I should have seen that coming, but the sight of him stretching me in a way I thought wasn’t possible emboldened me and I went all the way.
“It’s alright, Little Devil, take your time,” Elhyor repeats as he traces small circles over my clit.
I don’t know if it’s supposed to be soothing or to help with taking his cock, but it works all the same. I relax above him and the speed of his thumb starts to pick up.
Oh God, it feels so good.
I start to get on my knees again, and slowly I make his cock slide in and out of my pussy.
“Look at me, wife,” Elhyor says with a groan.
Entranced by the sight of my body taking his in, I barely register his words, but he doesn’t let me ignore him.
All of a sudden the circles over my clit stop and I raise my gaze to him with a whimper and rage in my eyes.
Why did he stop?
“I said look at me, Little Devil,” he tells me with a smirk, as if he can read my mind.
He’s about to put that thumb to work again when I take him to the hilt and start to rub myself on his pelvis.
“Oh God,” I say like a prayer. It feels so freaking good.
Understanding that I don’t need him—or his thumb—this time, Elhyor’s hand goes back to my hip and helps me undulate over him.
I’m not going fast, and from the pressure his hands are applying on my hips, I’m pretty sure this is torture for him, but nothing shows in his eyes. I keep my gaze glued to him as I ride him slowly. I can feel his piercings this way, but they don’t hurt or press on anything particular.
But this isn’t enough anymore. I need more. I start to grow frantic in my movement and Elhyor realizes what I’m trying to do, so instead of letting me continue with my unstoppable up and down on my knees, he forces my hips up and a whimper escapes me again. I want more, not for it to stop.
“Rub your clit like a good wife and come all over my cock,” Elhyor says before he starts moving again, pistoning inside of me from down under me in a relentless manner.
I bring my fingers to my clit and start rubbing, still watching Elhyor.
But he isn’t watching my face anymore. His eyes can’t seem to leave the sight of his cock plunging into my pussy and my fingers rubbing me at the same time.
“Look how you take me so well, Little Devil,” Elhyor says with a grunt. “That sweet little cunt was made for me.”
Why does his dirty talking turn me on so much?
I feel my own body start to tingle with the telltale of an orgasm and I keep rubbing myself in tandem with the plunging of his cock inside of me.
I’m a writhing mess of sensation and I moan so loud that I’m sure half of Notre Dame can hear me, but I don’t care. I know I should—we’re in a church and some would find it blasphemous—but it feels too good to care.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” I say, or moan, or yell. I’m not even sure anymore.
“Not God,” Elhyor says. “Say my name when you come all over my cock, Wife. I want them all to know who owns that sweet cunt of yours.”
And as my orgasm hits me, I scream his name for everyone to hear.
It takes me a little while to realize Elhyor didn’t cum with me and is still very hard inside of me, but he doesn’t give me time to ask about it, because he switches our positions without even pulling completely out of me, and a fresh gush of wetness leaves my pussy as I contract around him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Elhyor says against my neck as he peppers kisses along my throat. His lips trail against my jaw and come to find my own in a punishing kiss.
“You didn’t come,” I say when our lips part to breathe a bit.
“The night isn’t over,” he says as he pulls out and then enters me again in a swift move that makes me see stars. “I’m nowhere near over with you, Wife.”
He punctuates that sentence with a bruising kiss and slips his hand between us.
“Give me one more,” he says, and I’m not even sure what he means—my brain still being a fuzzy mess after that orgasm—until his fingers stroke my sensitive clit.
If I wasn’t pinned right under him, I probably would have jumped because of the electric sensation it sends through my whole body.
“I can’t have more,” I mumble against his lips, but he efficiently shuts me up with another kiss.
“You can and you will,” he groans as he comes up for air again, his cock pumping inside of me at a pace I try to keep up with to no avail. It has no rhythm, just frantic movements that seem to unravel the big dragon hovering over me. The only parts of his body that seem to keep a pace are his fingers. As if he has imprinted the way I rubbed myself just minutes ago, Elhyor reenacts the same on my clit just now. It shouldn’t feel different, but it does and Elhyor is right, because my whole body seems to be set aflame as he rubs my clit relentlessly and keeps pumping in and out until I start to see stars again. But this time it’s not short or even sweet. It bursts through my skin as if it’s too tight for me to exist in, and I feel myself clench around him with a tight grip as my world turns dark.
His name is like a prayer on my lips, and this time, I feel Elhyor tense over me before I hear him roar my name like I’m his redemption.