Chapter 9 Angel #2
Heat pulses low in my belly at the sight of him—hard and waiting—and the way he talks like my mouth is the only heaven he wants.
He’s big and thick, veins twisting along his length.
Having this part of him exposed while the rest of him is still fully clothed is incredibly erotic.
Capturing his silver eyes again, I wrap my hand around him.
His shaft jerks in my palm as I run my fist from root to tip. His skin glides with velvet smoothness over his hardness, exposing the bulging crown.
“Put me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he growls, voice thick. “Let me feel you.” It’s a guttural command, his jaw clenched, his hands fisted on the chair arms.
His cock thickens even more, testing the limits of my grip. A bead of liquid wells up on the end, and I lean forward to lick it off.
Grady’s shudder travels through me, making me brave.
I mouth the blunt tip and give it a cautious suck.
His musk spreads over my tastebuds, making my pussy flutter.
I lose myself in the need to know every inch of my grumpy cowboy, placing kisses along his throbbing length, determined to return him the pleasure he gave me earlier.
“Fuck, I didn’t think a man could die of pleasure,” Grady growls as he watches me on my knees between his thighs.
I rub my cheek against him. “I didn’t either. Shall we try?”
I ease the skin back and press a kiss on the sensitive tip.
“Jesus, woman, you’re torturing me,” he grunts, winding his fingers into my hair.
Another pearl of liquid weeps from the tip, and I lick it up with a throaty hum. “Delicious.”
Grady’s abs clench. “There’s more where that came from, Shortcake.”
I look up at him, suddenly needing reassurance. “Is this… okay?”
Despite the fire burning in his eyes, he cups my face gently, his calloused palms a delicious abrasion against my skin. “Okay? You’re about to fucking ruin me. But, sweetheart, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I nod. “All right.”
Then I fit my mouth over the tip and suck.
“Jesus.”
His primal reaction hits me straight in my core as he thrusts into my mouth with animal force.
Instinct tells me to relax my jaw to accommodate more of his shaft.
I love the sensation of him filling my mouth.
Warmth floods my pussy as I cram more of him past my lips and use my hands to caress what doesn’t fit.
Grady groans my name, his hands guiding me in a bobbing motion. “Fuck, that’s so good. You’re killing me, Angel.”
The way he breaks sends a dizzying rush of power and heat through me.
Breathing through my nose, I relax my jaw, and he slides in further.
He curses as his crown nudges the back of my throat and I swallow reflexively.
I pause, gasping for air, then swallow him again, relishing the indescribable intimacy of pleasuring the man I love.
And God help me, I do love him. With every part of me. It’s fast and reckless and makes no damn sense, but it’s real. It’s a live wire under my skin, sparking every time he breathes my name.
Grady fists a hand in my hair, not to control—just to feel—and the low, ragged sound he makes when I take him deeper punches heat straight between my legs. My eyes water. My throat flutters around him. He groans like I’ve just wrecked him, hips twitching despite the iron restraint in his muscles.
“Fuck, Angel,” he grits out, voice rough and sinful. “You feel so good on my cock.”
I hum around him, and the vibration earns me a filthy growl. His head tips back, tendons standing out in his neck, and for a heartbeat, it’s just the two of us—my mouth stretched around him, his need spilling through every inch of him like a promise I’ll never want to forget.
I’m desperate for him, want to touch him everywhere, need to have every last inch of him to myself…
Grady pulls me from his cock, the wet pop tearing more curses from his mouth. Before I can protest, he’s hauled me onto his lap. My spine arches at his slow penetration. My head falls back as his cock fills my drenched passage.
“Look at me,” he orders.
My gaze flies to his, and I’m enveloped in smoldering silver.
“I want to see your beautiful eyes while I fuck you.” His hands frame my hips. “While you ride my cock.”
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I rise and sink, moaning as I impale myself on him. His touch, his voice, everything he does makes my blood run hotter.
“Take me deeper.”
I do, and his cock grazes my clit with each thrust.
“Harder.” He yanks me down, skin slapping skin, and I grind against him.
When he yanks up the T-shirt and suckles my nipple into his mouth, stars explode before my eyes. My body clenches him rhythmically as I come. He pumps into my spasming flesh and stills, shouting as he releases inside me, his fingers digging into my ass.
“Christ, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he breathes.
Surging from the chair, Grady carries me to bed because he likes to make all my curvy-girl fantasies come true.
Once he’s cleaned us both up with a warm washcloth, he ushers me into bed.
I fit against his side like an Angel-sized groove is carved there.
He tucks me under his arm, and I fall asleep wanting the next day like a giddy child on Christmas Eve.