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My grip went to his shoulders, and I leaned forward, ready to take his mouth again, when Angel moved faster than I.

Lips to my nape, then lower, gliding them to my bra strap.

He pulled it off with an impatient growl, easing the cup under my tits, exposing my swollen nipple.

He stared at it, then back at me, his eyes so flamed for me I gushed again.

Then he cupped my breast, thumb teasing my taut areola that was so hard it hurt.

When his mouth enveloped the turgid mound, I gasped.

I swirled my hips harder over his throbbing cock, curving my back to push more of my nipple into him as I ground into his pelvis.

When he switched to my other tit, I leaned back, one hand in his hair.

The other stroked the tip of his shaft, which was now peeking through the top of his shorts.

It was glorious, bulbous, weeping, magnificent.

It also had a silver barbel-shaped jewel set horizontally through it.

‘Honey?’

Angel paused, his eyes bleary with need.

He followed the track of my eyes, then smirked.

‘That’s an apadravya piercing, designed to blow your g-spot apart.’

When I arched a brow, his chest shook with silent laughter.

‘It won’t hurt, beautiful; it’ll make the pleasure that more savage, hell, it’ll turn the heat up.’

‘I’ll believe it when I see it,’ I muttered, stroking his heated length, loving how he hissed at my caress.

The idea of it made me even wetter, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

I stroked lower over his shorts material, and my breath hitched.

He was so scorching hard, thick and long and enticing.

When I rolled my fingers over the head, he went harder on suckling me.

We got into a rhythm of giving pleasure; kissing, sucking, groping, all so hot and wild.

I needed my underwear off and his cock in me.

So with a gasp I pulled away from his lobe, which I’d been lavving and nipping.

‘The hell, babe?’ he growled, reaching for me.

‘Take it all off.’

He arched a brow at my urgent demand, leaning back to shuck his shorts as I rid myself of my panties.

The sand beyond our blanket was still and calm, the sea crashing behind us, the moon shining down on us, and no other hint of civilization in sight.

I took no notice of it as, naked, I crawled to Angel.