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His tongue slides inside me, and I gasp. He fucks me with his tongue, slow and deep, while his thumb finds my clit and rubs in tight circles.

I'm close. So close. The pleasure is building in my core, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue, every brush of his thumb.

"Angel," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm going to—"

He doesn't respond with words. Instead, I feel his finger at my entrance: teasing, circling, and then he pushes inside.

I cry out at the intrusion, my body clenching around him. It's been so long, and he's thick even with just one finger, stretching me in a way that's almost too much.

But his mouth never leaves my clit. His tongue keeps working me—licking, sucking, circling, while his finger slides in and out.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmurs against me, and the vibration of his voice sends another wave of pleasure through me.

He adds a second finger, and I moan fucking loudly.

"Right there," I gasp. "Oh God, right there!"

He focuses on that spot, stroking it with his fingers while his tongue circles my clit faster, harder. I can feel my orgasm building, bigger than anything I've ever felt before, coiling in my core and spreading through my limbs.

"Come for me," Angel says against my pussy. "Let go, baby. I've got you."

His fingers thrust deeper, his tongue flicks across my clit one more time, and I climax. My back arches off the bed, my thighs trembling on either side of his head, and I feel myself gush, liquid heat flooding out of me in a way that's never happened before.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, I'm—

But Angel doesn't pull away. His mouth stays on me, licking and sucking, drinking down everything I give him like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. His fingers keep moving inside me, drawing out the pleasure until I'm shaking, sobbing and begging him to stop because it's too much.

Finally, he gentles. His tongue slows, his fingers still, and he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs while I come down.

I'm panting. My whole body is trembling. And I'm mortified.

"I'm sorry," I gasp, covering my face with my hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… That's never happened before!"

Angel lifts his head, and when I peek through my fingers, his face is wet, and he's grinning like he just won the lottery.

"Don't you dare apologize," he says, his voice rough with arousal. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"But I—"

"You squirted all over my face," he says bluntly, crawling up my body. "And I fucking loved every second of it."

My cheeks are on fire. "I've never… I didn't know I could—"

"Well, now you know." He kisses me deep, and I can taste myself on his tongue. "And that right there? That might be a sign it's time to move on to the main event."

Main event.

Oh.

Heat floods through me all over again despite the orgasm that just turned my bones to liquid. I look down between us and see the prominent bulge straining against his jeans.

I reach for his belt without thinking. "Then take your clothes off."

Angel groans. "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me."

But he's already moving, sitting back to yank his T-shirt over his head.