Page 48 of His Vivacious Angel
“But if you are”—his cock thickens beneath me—“then these are going to get even fuller with your milk.”
My mouth falls open. “Are you telling me you have a milk kink, too?”
“No. I—” Forest tilts his head and licks his bottom lip, a million thoughts whirling in his eyes. “Maybe?”
“Kinky. So, feet, milk, and squirt, huh?”
Forest sucks in air, punching his hips up. “Yeah, guess so.”
I bite my bottom lip and add a little bounce on top of him. “I wonder what other kinks you might surprise me with.”
“Tell me what you want to try first, and we’ll find out together.”
If I’m going to do this, give in to him until I get my period,I’m going to go for broke. I scoot back enough that I can unbutton and unzip his jeans, then pull his cock out. God, he’s huge and so long that I can grip him with both hands, one stacked on top of the other. Yeah, I’ve definitely been dreaming of this in my bed.
I swing my leg over to kneel beside him, then drop forward and brace my elbows on the mattress. “I want to try it—” He’s already kicking off his jeans, scrambling up onto his knees. “From behind. But!” Forest goes stock-still, waiting for me to name my condition. “Only if you wear a condom, in case I’m not pregnant. Otherwise…” I let theor elsesentiment linger in the air.
“Dammit,” Forest mutters under his breath before he launches off the bed, yanks open the drawer of his bedside nightstand, and produces a surprisingly large box of condoms. He struggles to get the plastic wrap off, accidentally rips the box in half in his haste, and the foils go flying in the air. “Fuck!” He drops to his knees, patting around in the dim light until he jumps up, holding one high in the air. “Got it!”
“Hurry up, BigDawg,” I say, wiggling my ass with impatience.
“I’m trying,” he says, resorting to using his teeth since the foil won’t budge with his fingers. “Christ, I can’t get it open.”
I sit up on my knees and cross my arms. The longer he makes me wait, the likelier it is that my good sense will return. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.” Which I doubt I will. I want him. Boy, do I really fucking want him and what he’s about to do to me. No, not want. Icravehim, heat growing heavy in my lower belly.
He tosses the beat-up foil over his shoulder and drops down to find another.
“Seriously, Forest,” I whine just a touch. “Shouldn’t you be better at this by now?”
He pops his head up over the side of the bed. “It’s been a while.”
Interesting. “How long’s ‘a while’?”
He pauses, pressing his lips together. “If you want me to use one of these damn things, then quit distracting me,” he finally says, returning to his search.
You know what? This is kind of fun, watching him scramble, growing increasingly harried and frustrated when he can’t get the second foil open. He wants me as much as I do him, of that I have zero doubt.
“Tick, tock, I’m waiting, BigDawg. Five… Four…”
He mumbles something about the virtues of patience, and I laugh, squeezing my knees together.
“Three… Two?—”
“Got it!” Forest leaps onto the bed, rolling a condom down his length, making me squeal with delight when he drops down on all fours over me. “Impatient, infuriating, vexing little angel,” he growls into my ear, pushing his knees between mine. Adjusting his cock, he parts my pussy lips with his crown and slides his shaft between them. “I hate that I can’t feel how wet you are with this thing on,” he says with a long huff.
“Believe me, I’m wet,” I say with a sultry voice, pushing my ass back.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, dropping his face in my neck. “Do you want my tongue first, or do you need it”—he presses his tip against my entrance—“right now?”
“Right now, baby,” I say with a moan, my eyes already rolling back in my head when I lift my hips higher.
“I love it when you call me ‘baby’, angel. I’ll have you screaming it.” He flattens his hands beside mine, caging me in, then thrusts inside me. Not too deep or too fast that it would hurt me, but enough to have me clawing at his comforter as I’m forced to stretch around him.
“Oh baby,” I moan, drawing it out, then lose my breath with his next thrust.
“Breathe in and out, in and out. That’s it, angel.”
I fill my lungs each time he thrusts, blowing the air out through my nose with each withdrawal until he’s fully seated within me. I wiggle my hips side to side. “It’s so different in this position.”
