Fallen Angel (The List #3) by N K Love

from my
neck to my shoulders and she pushes me back against the sofa. “So if I’m yours
then this is—” My cock is already reaching out of my waistband, impatiently
begging for her attention, which comes by way of a firm, much needed grip. “—this
is mine . Right?”
     
    Seemingly a rhetorical question, as she wastes
no time in pulling both waistbands out and down, capturing my cock between her
lovely lips. When I take hold of her hair, my elbow nudges my phone, reminding
me that it’s still recording. I readjust it to film all of the action. Not that
this can be considered her sex tape but I’m already looking forward to watching
this back with her.
     
    She’s teasing, flicking her tongue along my
thick wet head whilst she reaches down and takes hold of my balls. She moans
against my skin and takes me all in, rolling my balls simultaneously. I wrap her
hair around my fist, gliding my free hand along the length of her spine. Her
back shivers and she responds by groaning and taking me deeper, rippling her
tongue with expert precision. I tense my abs, stopping my hips from taking
control of the pace. There’s a shooting pain beneath the padded gauze patch. Bastard stitches.
     
    Beth finds her rhythm, keenly taking in all she
can until I start hitting the back of her throat. I put my chain in my mouth
and bite down.
     
    Looking down, my eyes hungrily take in all they
can too; her head bobbing in my lap, my long inches fucking her talented mouth
surrounded by her overly stretched lips, the slope of her toned back, her
bronzed skin, leading down to one of my favourite spots—that perfect arch where
her curves climb up to meet her back, her hips popping out to the sides,
harnessing her delicious ass. She’s still wearing her thong; a reminder that
she’s still out of fucking bounds.
     
    The friction of her tits rubbing the material
over my thighs, her fingers massaging my balls, her long hair bound tightly
around my fist whilst her mouth destroys my cock—it’s a sensation overload that
needs to ease up before I overload into her mouth without warning.
     
    I don’t know when but I’m now tugging at her
hair so I try to slow her down. She’s relentless though, making her desire
clear. Still pressing me deep, she mumbles “Uh-uh.” Moaning, she withdraws and
clenches her lips together so I feel the tightness.
     
    Beth looks up at me through long black lashes
as she catches her breath.
     
    “I’ve wanted to taste you since Thursday
night.” She looks up at me to clarify, “Beforehand.” Whilst her tongue rotates
round and around, I reach my free hand down the front of her neck and find her
hard nipples waiting for me to roll and pinch. “Mmm—Jax.”
     
    She descends again swift and deep, sending my
head back to face the timber beams once more.
     
    “Angel—” I look back down and my fist works in
sync with her head, building and climbing. “That’s it. Like that. Swallow me.” Beth
pushes herself harder and I’m on the brink. Her appreciative moans create
vibrations that my cock can’t handle. “Take. Every. Last. Drop.”
     
    I close my eyes and erupt into her mouth. God,
it feels amazing every time. The roof of her mouth cradles my cock whilst her
tongue waves underneath as I feel her swallowing all I have to give. She pulls
back quicker than anticipated. As she looks up and licks her swollen lips, I
can’t control the squeeze of another release that lands perfectly across her
nipple.
     
    We both glance down and whilst I’m thinking how
damn fucking hot this looks, she arches her back, lifts her breast in her hand
and locks her eyes to mine. She slowly licks over her nipple in one efficient
stroke triggering a low growl to escape my throat at the carnal sight of my
woman.
     
    My woman.
     
    “You did say every last drop G.”
     
    As she rubs her lips together, I unravel her
hair and meet her halfway, letting our mouths crash together. We interlink our
hands and crush our chests