My Naughty Guardian Angel [pt. 3]

"Slow!" She breathed heavily, and I felt my chest heaving up. "I want to live my truth." She spoke further, sizzling my being with her new demeanor.

She had always been a distant person, so incomprehensible and unpredictable. Before that day, I had never seen her in those colors. Her unique face was making me weak to my knees.

Was she hiding this inside her all along?

Eventually, my shirt fell to the ground with a swing of my finger, exposing my skin to her beastly eyes. Then, I swayed my finger again and unbuckled my pants, feeling it free a meager of tightness in my stomach.

I continued and spun my finger, leading the pants on my skin to slither down my skin like a snake, forcing me shameful.

I felt like a doll, who was being unwrapped from the play.

Within a few seconds, my pants left my body, leaving me with just my underwear. I had never been exposed like that, like a fresh body for the butcher.

At that moment, I painfully wanted to know what was she thinking. But she was just glaring at me, with those dark eyes, without saying a word.

So, I went on and was about to get rid of my underwear as well when she abruptly stood up and interrupted me.

She did not let me remove my underwear and wanted me to take her clothes off, just like I had taken off mine.

So many times, I had removed her clothes in my head, in many ways, and in many places.

But this was different.

It was consuming my whole being.

I couldn't even count how many new things I was feeling. Neither could I name them.

And with those feelings booming in my chest, I spun my finger in the air as if I was touching her and her silky dress began falling from her shoulders, like a snake slithering on her body.

I just wished I could touch her and take her clothes off instead of using my powers. That was the only time I hated my powers.

On top of those emotions and spectacle, she was intentionally swaying her body to my eyes, making me feel something inside my underwear.

Her gorgeous body! Oh, how I wished I could hold her in my hands, run my fingers, kiss her, and please her.

But I stood there, watching her remain before me with her undergarments, glaring at me with heaving eyes.

"Come here." She said, breaking the haze I was in and I obeyed laying on the bed with her beside me, her leg over my crotch.

Once again, she was too close, causing me with troubled breaths. I couldn't even look into her eyes, yet I wanted to kiss her plump lips so badly, just an inch away from me.

"Is this how angels respond to a woman?" She questioned, pressing her left hand to the mattress on the side of my head, grasped my face in her other palm, and slipped her thumb inside my mouth, igniting me even more.

"I'm not sure other angels have ever met a woman like you, but if they have, I think they do," I answered, sucking and pressing my tongue against her thumb.

A tender smirk covered her face, her eyes diluted up and with her quickest movement, she removed her thumb from my mouth, replacing it with her lips and tongue.

I gasped at the tender lips, astounded, and quickly grasped her face, kissing her back.

This time her lips were more eager than before, sucking my soul from my lips, and not letting mine respond.

Her tongue was victorious as well, not allowing mine to enter her mouth.

I felt defeated. My body was burning, eager for her hands to touch it, but she continued kissing me, leaving me scarce of her touch throughout my body.

Is this how humans feel? Is this what humans get to experience?

Why the hell was I born an angel?

I could not answer any of those questions, but I wanted to know them so badly thus, I asked. "Is this how every human feels?"

I watched her face alter colors once again. My question dazed her, but also led to a peculiar expression on her features.

"Today," she answered, adding, "I'll make you feel so many things," she went on kissing my neck, and continued, "that you won't have to ask me this question once again."

"Oh, God!" I exhaled, grasping the bedsheet.

Why was she doing that to me? Making me feel so many things. I just wanted her hands and there she was, kissing my skin with her supple and passionate lips.

She was piercing through my sanity with each kiss.

I felt like my soul was leaving my human body.

It was so enchanting that I concluded there could be nothing better than that. But she proved me wrong when her lips began trailing down to my chest, kissing my skin until she had reached my nipple.

At that moment, I felt something greater than the pleasure before, making me envy humans more. She was licking my nipple.

But as if God had planned to surprise me until I would lose my mind, I felt her knee graze against my crotch.

I was already feeling something boil inside my underwear and now her knee.

I gasped and released a noise from my lips. I never thought I could create. It made me hide, bite my lips, and catch her eyes at me in disbelief.

"God has really done you dirty." She exhaled and bit my nipple, making it unbearable and unable for me to hide my noises.

"He left you scarce of the very thing that makes our lives tolerable." She added and bit my other nipple, forcing my lips to create more lewd noises and something in most inside my underwear.

I was leaking something through my penis.

I was already astonished at the hardness I was dealing with, and now there was something leaking through my dick.

What was it?

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END OF THE PT. 3

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