Page 47 of Angel’s Claim

"You like it?" she asks breathlessly.

"Fuck yes, I like it. It's perfect. You're perfect."

I give her ass a light smack, and she cries out.

Not in pain. In pure pleasure.

"You like that?" I ask, doing it again.

"Yes!"

I smack her ass again, harder this time, and she rides me even faster. Her rhythm is getting erratic now, her movements jerky, and I know she's close.

"Come for me," I order, gripping her ass with both hands and helping her move. "Come all over my cock, baby."

She does.

She throws her head back, hair flying, and screams as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I can feel her soaking me, warm liquid coating my cock and dripping down onto my thighs.

"That's it," I growl, still moving her hips over me. "Fuck, that's perfect. You're so fucking perfect."

She's still trembling, still riding out the aftershocks, when I flip us over.

She gasps as her back hits the mattress, and I'm already moving, hooking her legs over my shoulders and driving into her hard and deep.

"My turn," I say, and I don't give her time to respond before I'm fucking her.

She's crying out with every thrust, her hands fisting in the sheets, her breasts jiggling with the force of my movements. I watch them bounce, mesmerized. Watch the way her whole body moves with each thrust.

“Please, Angel, come inside me. Fill me up."

Fuck.

Hearing her beg for it is all it takes. I slam into her one last time and come hard, burying myself as deep as I can go while my cock pulses and empties inside her.

I hold her there, her legs still over my shoulders, while I fill her with everything I have. My whole body shudders, and I can't stop groaning her name.

When I finally come down, I lower her legs and collapse beside her, immediately pulling her against my chest.

We're both panting. Both trembling. Both completely wrecked.

"That was out of this world!" She says, still trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah," I agree, pressing my lips to her forehead.

We lie there in silence for a few minutes, just breathing, just holding each other. My hand strokes up and down her back while her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest.

I've never felt this satisfied in my life. This complete.

Then there's a knock at the door.

"Grill!" a voice calls.

We both freeze.

Then Bree starts laughing, "Oh my God. Our food!"

I grin and kiss her forehead. "Perfect timing. Stay here. I'll get it."