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“Open wider, my horny Angel. I need to fit my shoulders between them.” he is correct. I only glimpsed him for a second before he fell to his knees before me, but he is huge. Standing, I would need a step stool to reach his mouth.
I widen my stance praying he continues. If he quits now, I just might collapse or banish him.
“Ah. There she is. So fucking pretty baby. Glistening so much it looks like she’s covered in sparkles. Her own personal pussy glitter. Mmmmm.” Holy Hell. His filthy words are making me more needy. Why is this turning me on?
“Crane!!” The first lick is like a match. My body jerks forward. His hand shoots out and pushes my torso. I think for a second that I am going to hit the floor, but then I feel my soft bed below me. I have no idea when we moved but thank goodness we did. His mouth has yet to move from the place where he is feasting on me. Holy moly!!!
“Sweet fucking pussy. Tastes exactly like what you think Heaven tastes like. You are never going to be free of me now, little Angel.”
“I-I don’t want to be. I’m yours.” I cry out, spreading my legs wider. I am rocking against his mouth, pulling his head further into my pussy and everything is lit up.
“That's right, sweet girl. Smother me in this sweet, cunt. Make me give you what you deserve. To be worshiped and laved in my Hellish spit so you never want another demon or Angel. I will burn both dimensions to the ground, to keep you. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes. I understand. Don’t stop.” His tongue moves from my naughty place to the button that is slowly killing me, and I keen, scream his name, demanding he lick harder and faster. I can hear the wetness, from each slurp and lapping, like a kitten on a bowl of milk.
“Look at you. I have only been eating your ass and pussy for seconds and already you are hot for it. Dripping more honey to you rosebud, enticing me to bury my face in your ass and pamper her too. Demanding your pleasure from me.”
Mercy. His mouth is just as filthy with words as it is covered in my juices right now. My body moves of its volition, demanding the friction it needs to finish. I don’t know if the amount of wetness I am making is normal, but it pleases him so, I won’t worry about it.
“That’s it, little Angel. Take what you need from my mouth. Use it as your personal muff rubber. Cum horny Angel. Give me your honey because as soon as you finish, I am making you my personal push cushion.”
“Yes Crane. Yes. I want that. Oh, God.” Please Heavenly Father look away, is my last holy thought.
I don’t know what I'm saying, but I would say anything to hold on to this feeling. His tongue is moving in and out of my pussy like I imagine the thick, swinging rod between his legs, that has been hitting against the floor, will do. I know I am about to experience something unprecedented. He can feel it too, because he sucks that button into his mouth adding teeth to the action and the bomb goes off.
“Ahhh!! Yes.” I am gone. An explosion happens. There is no other way to say it. My brain is seizing as the sensations overtake every nuance of my being. I have no control over my body right now and in truth, I would give over complete control to him if this is the outcome. When my body has had enough, I feel myself falling. He moves me to the middle of the bed before he stands and removes his clothes.
Eyes wide. Mouthwatering. Chest pounding. Fear rising. He is quite simply put, magnificent. His chest is bare of hair and covered in markings. I am not sure if they are tattoos or something from a punishment, but they make him more formidable and stronger. I travel from his chest to his stomach which is muscular and ripped. His waist dips in before being followed by wide, thick, tree trunk thighs. All of him is delicious. Licking my lips, I follow his hands. They wrap around the appendage between his legs and that is where the fear comes in. “That's right, little Angel. Look and get used to it. This is going to stuff you full and tear through that pure, innocent vessel that has kept you clean for me.”
“I-I don’t think you are going to fit, Crane.” His grip on it is brutal. Punishing. The head is not the same red color as the rest of his body. No. It is blue and savage. I can feel the pulsing from it, calling me and my body is responding.
