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“Hands back where they belong.” His voice snapped out as he pulled away, leaving her lips open, panting. Angel blinked and then almost jumped as she realized her hands had moved of their own volition. She hadn’t even noticed, she’d been so wrapped up in wanting to take him in.
Immediately she put them back behind her, wrapping her fingers tightly around her elbows to keep them in place, before looking back up at him.
He stepped closer and the slick length of his cock slid easily back between her lips, making her hum in delight. He groaned again, obviously enjoying the vibrations of her mouth around him. Flicking her tongue against the underside, she explored the veins along his shaft as she moved her head back and forth, trying to take him a little bit deeper each time.
After a few moments she managed to get back into the rhythm she’d had before, into that same head space where everything seemed to melt away except for pleasuring him. It was almost hypnotic, the sucking, the moving, the taking... her jaw ached and yet she wanted to go on like this for hours. She loved the way his fingers felt, running through her hair, touching her forehead, her cheeks, in an almost reverent manner.
Every part of her body ached to be touched, and yet she was content as long as he was.
“Fuuuck... Angel... I’m gonna cum...”
She recognized it for the warning it was; he wasn’t going to give her the option of pulling away this time, he wanted her to swallow him. And she wanted it too. His hips thrust, much less gently than they had been, and they were working in tandem now rather than it being her efforts alone. Tears sparked in her eyes as his cock pushed at the back of her throat and she pushed down the instinct to gag and did her best to accept him into that tight space.
Whimpers worked their way around his cock as she sucked hard, eagerly. His cock pulsed against her tongue and then hot fluid was coating the back of her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she closed her eyes and held on as she suckled his orgasm, milking him for every last drop.
Finally, his groans and heavy breathing slowed, his hands relaxing on her head as his cock began to slowly shrink inside of her mouth. She could breathe again, but she was reluctant to let him go.
A low chuckle made her open her eyes and look up at him, her lips still around his dick.
Adam tapped her hand. Oops. Both of her hands were wrapped around his legs again, nails digging into the backs of his thighs, as if she’d been trying to drag him deeper into her mouth.
“You are both a very good, and a very bad girl.”
21
Adam
The look on Angel’s face was of conflicted desire as his cock finally fell from her lips. Immediately he missed the warmth, and at the same time, he loved seeing the turmoil in her full expression and the way she nervously flicked her tongue out along her lower lip.
“Sorry...” Her hands fluttered away from his thighs. “I don’t know why... Sorry.”
Hiding his smile, because he had enjoyed the way she’d clutched at him while she’d been swallowing him down, Adam shook his head. “You’ve built up a small pile of punishments already, sweetheart. Calling your Dom names, disobeying orders...”
“I didn’t mean to! Well, okay, I did mean to call you names but I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to. You never told me not to.”
The best part was, she wasn’t trying to be a brat and gain more punishment by arguing. He could tell. No, she was genuinely trying to talk him out of it, and from the way she was squirming, he was pretty sure it was because she wanted an orgasm.
“Stand up,” he said, holding out his hand in case she needed assistance. She took it. “Take off your jeans.”
As she was doing so, he finished taking off his as well, leaving him standing naked while he looked over her matching bra and panties. She’d been surprisingly graceful taking off her jeans, positioning herself to give him the best view of her butt. The firm curves were not entirely covered by the thin fabric of her underwear, which he had to admit was one of his favorite looks if a woman wasn’t wearing a thong. Or nothing at all.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he held out his hand. “Come here, Angel.”
Her face reddened as his eyes swept over her nearly bared body, but she reached out and took his hand. The little squeak she gave as he tugged her quickly down over his lap was too cute for words.
“Lovely,” he murmured, running his hand over the purple fabric stretched over the cheeks of her ass. It was soft cotton, closely fitted to her skin without digging into it.
“Um... thanks.” Angel peeked at him through the cloud of hair covering her face and he chuckled, rubbing the rounded curve of her butt a little harder with his hand, squeezing her cheeks. With a little moan, she wiggled her bottom at him, her body asking for more.
“So. Twenty for moving your hands after I told you not to, fourteen for the seven names you called me, and ten for trying to argue your way out of those fourteen.”
“But!”
“You want more?” His hand tapped threateningly on her bottom and she immediately fell silent. “Respect is always important, and I shouldn’t have to tell you not to call me names.” Try as he might, he couldn’t entirely keep the amusement out of his voice and he felt Angel relax over his lap. Which was good. He wasn’t going to give her a very hard spanking, enough to heat her bottom to a nice bright pink. And he was quite sure she was going to enjoy it.
Mostly.
“So why are you getting a spanking, sweetheart?”
