Dark Angel Part 12 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 12

... between their bellies. She wanted him so badly and knew he ached to sink into her too, but continued to tease each other instead, making the hunger escalate. She raised her legs so that they wrapped around his waist and bucked her open sex against his erection. He arched making her hiss when his cock pressed tighter within her slit. He began to rock faster, sending jolts of sheer pleasure through her clit. “Oh-god, I’m going to come,” she cried out. He stopped with a chuckle, making her want to growl at him. “Not yet.” His mouth slammed back on hers. Grabbing his hair again, she ate at his mouth and rubbed against him, seeking release. He moved, angled, and suddenly slammed into her. The feel of his cock cleaving her throbbing, swollen cunt brought her to screaming howling ecstasy. His hips continued to pound, his wings fluttering so fast she was afraid he’d lift them off the bed again. Suddenly, they shot straight out and he gave an animalistic shout. Heat flooded her in pulsing spurts as he came. Every muscle strained tight, his white teeth clenched in an aroused snarl. He shuddered, flexed his hips with a growl, and shuddered again, filling her with his seed. Anniel twisted beneath him, milking him for all she was worth until she could move no more, her body spent. Panting, he looked down at her. He was still rock hard. Ashriel began to move again…slowly. Anniel’s toes curled from sensitivity. When she whimpered, his eyes softened as he whispered, “Shhh.” Soft, slow, he ...

... rocked back and forth into her, lighting up a hungry fire in her veins. She could feel the ripple of his abdominal muscles, the press of his sculpted pecs against her full breasts. She ran her fingers up beneath his wings, feeling the strength of his flight muscles. He gripped her hands, bringing them slowly to either side of her face. Ashriel dipped to kiss her, his tongue flicking past her teeth to taste. Anniel wanted to fist his hair, deepen the kiss, but his hands held her firmly. When she tried to lift her head, he’d compensate and lean back, keeping the kiss soft and sweet. With a sigh, she relaxed her body and just opened to him, allowed him to love her slowly. “Look at me,” he whispered. Anniel opened her eyes to shimmering silver, eyes the color of a storm. Only this storm was a beautiful deluge of love. She drowned in those lightning colored orbs, feeling him fill her slowly, withdraw, and then sink back in. Her breathing became ragged, her moans higher in pitch. She could feel her clit throbbing, engorged to utmost sensitivity. Every time he sank back in, he’d grind his hips against hers in a slow roll that had her curling her toes against his ass. She was ready again. The quivering in his wings let her know he was also there. Fire streaked through her entire being, her eyes never breaking contact with his. Her entire soul was laid bare before this angel of black wings. In a moment of spiritual clarity, she realized there was no longer anything to fear. Loving ...