Page 123 of The Angel

Realization had her eyes flaring. “You can buy me more.”

“Damn straight,” I grated out,lovingthat answer becausenaturalmentishe could afford her own now, but what was the point of having me if I didn’t buy her everything she wanted?

And destroyed…

I reached into the holster I wore and pulled out a dagger. Taking note of the way her chest heaved, I slid the blade along the taut fabric, making sure that I didn’t catch her.

When the fabric loosened, she sagged bonelessly into the cabinet behind her, and I knew myducihad unearthed a new kink.

That, however, was for another day.

I laid the dagger to the side, taking note of how she whimpered when I ran the butt through her folds first, then stroked my thumbs along her now-bared inner thighs.

“How wet are you for me,liunissa?”

Her throat bobbed. “V-Very.”

I hummed in delight before dropping to my knees. Her wide eyes followed my trajectory and I heard her breath skip as I rubbed my nose over the crease where thigh met groin.

A yelp transformed into a moan as the fabric creaked when I dragged open the hole I’d made.

“You smell so good,” I growled, ruined by how wet she was.

For me.

How many goddamn juices poured from her cunt.

For me.

“Please, Stan.” She whimpered when I darted my tongue here and there, not tasting, merely taunting.

“What do you want,duci?”

“You!”

I tutted. “Use your words.”

“‘You’ is a word!” Before I could chide her for sassing back, she screamed, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!”

“They’re words but not the ones I want to hear.” I let the tip of my tongue circle her clit.

Her cry morphed into another gasp when I gently stroked it then lashed the small button forward and back.

Her hands grabbed my head and she tried to drag me into her, but I resisted. “Tell me what myliunissawants.”

“I want you to moan louder than when you eat a cupcake as you eat me out.”

My eyes caught hers. “Gladly. What else?”

“I want you to make me scream.”

Now that I had my orders, I licked and sucked and fucked. I didn’t eat. I devoured. I treated her like my favorite snack, because she’d become that—who needed Little Debbie when I had my Kitty’s pussy?

Pumping my tongue into her, I rubbed her clit with my nose, enjoying the way her walls tried to clutch at me.

All throughout, she whined and keened.

Music to my ears.