Page 114 of Angel

At one point I glanced down between her tits at where we joined, and the sight of me plunging in and out of her set me off.

I collapsed, face in her neck as bliss unimaginable hit me, shuddering as I sprayed my cum into her.

‘Fucckkkk,’ I growled, as her hand came to the back of my neck and pulled me into a sensuous kiss that only elevated my rapture.

Damn this woman.

I adored the sensation, the flavor of her, the beauty.

She was wilder, savager, than I’d ever known, and my highs with her were more than I’d ever experienced.

I remained slicking in and out of her for a long time before I lifted off, eased my cock out of her.

She moaned when I did, and I smirked as I twisted her around to her side and slid back into her from behind.

My arms and thighs went over her slick form.

I buried my nose in her neck, and my fingers trailed the skin of her tummy.

Then down to her pussy, stroking and pulling her clit as she shuddered in a series of mini orgasms.

‘Angel?’ she murmured as our breathing evened out.

‘Yes, baby, I’m a god on stage and in bed,’ I growled into her neck.

She stilled, then convulsed in a laugh as she got that I was joking.

‘Cocky bastard,’ she remarked with a chuckle.

She twisted her head to smile at me as my hand slid up her stomach, over her tits to stroke her jawline.

‘Honey?’

‘Mmmm?’

‘Thank you.’

‘For what?’ I muttered, dragging my thumb over her soft, swollen lips.

She nipped my skin and sucked her essence from my hand, as a jolt of electricity slammed straight down my spine.

‘Fuck, you’re exquisite,’ I rasped, my voice coarse and scraped bare by desire.

She bit her bottom lip, a rosy flush creeping over her cheeks under the moonlight.

‘Stop it with the sweet talk, Angel.’

‘Can’t help it,’ I growled. ‘You were saying?’

‘Thank you for crushing Senna’s hand on my ass.’

‘Anytime, babe,’ I smirked. ‘That bastard must have been unhinged to try it.’

‘I appreciate you for making me feel protected,’ she added with a soft smile. ‘And for bringing me to Cannes to bust my bubble about my former crush.’

‘My pleasure, wife.’

‘Seriously though,’ Roxy snickered, resting her chin against my sternum. ‘Does he really need that much jewelry, or is he just compensating for something else?’