My Naughty Guardian Angel [pt. 5] FINAL

***Female's P.O.V~***

"Is this how you feel when you pleasure yourself?" He had asked.

His question sounded like a plea, and I was aware of the reason behind it. He needed to feel everything, and he needed me to feel everything because of him.

"Is it necessary for you to know that?" I questioned, untangled myself from his arms, and sat back on his groin, tracing my nails on the supple skin of his stomach.

"I need to know that I'm pleasuring you, that I'm doing a great job." He whimpered, chasing my nails with his quivering eyes.

As I pressed my nails into his skin, he flinched with each word and seized the bed sheet beside his thick thighs - a sight that made me chuckle.

I chuckled because of the satisfaction jolting my spine.

"Why do you need to know that?" I questioned and quickly planted my palms on his stomach, regarding the change in his eyebrows as I lifted my hips from his dick, allowing a sensation to his dick that also coursed through me.

"Should I not say such things?" He whimpered, closing his eyes in the quickest motion similar to the speed of my hips, slapping his groin, giving his dick the friction, that made my hips feel the sensation of ecstasy as well.

The stimulation cast his head back and my fingers filled with fury on his neck. I had begun riding his thick cock gently, letting the thick inches graze against my sensitive insides while my fingers sizzled around his neck, tightening ever so gently.

"No, continue," I grunted at the view of his teeth digging into his lips. "It turns me on." The flushing cheeks and quivering body of an angel who had more power than I ever would have was turning me on more than ever.

I had wanted to do that for so long, wishing to see him crumble beneath me like a feeble building.

But, I still couldn't believe, how an angel could be so weak before me.

"I've been craving to see this beautiful face of an angel turn all shy and needy for me." Grazing the palm of my free hand, I added, "You have no idea how much I have held myself back."

My own words were making me feel so good. It was only reasonable for him to moan like that and look at me with those beautiful eyes.

"You don't know how hard it was to control myself." He whimpered even more lustrously to my words. My every word seemed to be making his dick twitch inside me.

"I've been dying to see you like this," He whimpered, with his heaving chest. "I would've died if I did not have you."

His words filled me with darkness that increased pleasure, as well as the need to turn him into something that would only belong to me.

Was I supposed to be feeling that way? I do not have a clue.

Maybe it was an effect of wanting him for so long. That feeling had driven me to the point where I wished to do things I never thought of.

I squeezed his neck in my grasp and tightened my grasp, raising the pace of my hips.

Seconds after, his breaths wavered and became heavy. He sounded like I had put a lid on a pot of boiling water - slowly simmering and boiling more inside.

"Warm - you feel so warm around my dick. It's burning!" He whimpered, clutching the bedsheet with the strength his thighs were missing.

"I will melt. Is this how it is supposed to be?" He asked another stupid question, but it only turned me on even more.

His innocence. Oh, his innocence.

"Yeah!" I chuckled with ecstasy and tightened my grasp around his throat once again, pacing my hips.

"Oh, my god! You're squeezing my dick too much." He continued moaning, and I continued tightening my hold on his neck.

Then his breaths turned into music that cracked as if the musical instrument had broken down in the beat. He was choking. From mild to harsh.

His eyes rolled back, his lips seeped saliva, and the choking sounds only turned lustrous.

Watching him act so humane sent a sizzling jolt from my back to the nape of my neck, making me put more pressure on his neck.

I had turned into an animal that if God punished me for tormenting him like that, I'd take it without remorse. In fact, I'd do that again and again.

I'd fuck him, I'd treat him and torment him like he's just a mere toy and nothing else.

"Angel, you say? Huh? What kind of angel acts like this?" I grunted, feeling his dick hit against that one sweet spot that would normally make me cum in a minute, but with him, it was just not enough.

I needed more. I needed more from him.

"I'm no angel." He moaned, "I'm a hungry animal who just needs you."

My whole body quivered at those words, and the need to slap him grew within me like a bolt of lightning.

"More!" He begged, and I slapped him again. "More, please! It should feel so wrong. So fucking wrong, but I don't know why I love it! Slap me more, please!"

He had turned me into something I could not even recognize. I slapped him again and again, feeling myself tightening and getting closer.

He moaned like a hungry animal, as he had suggested.

His dick twitched and began quivering inside me - getting bigger with each thrust. "I'm going to cum!" He whined, and grasped my hand around his throat, "Please, cum with me!"

An angel?

He was just a mere slut beneath me, relishing pleasure, and needing it even more,- pleasuring me and wanting to pleasure me.

"Please! I need you to cum with me. I want to feel it!" He continued moaning like a whore while my moans grew along with his, taking the form of thick strands filled with ecstasy. My whole body was feeling light and heavy at the same time.

Effect of an angel I guess.

"Please! Cum with me!" He begged, clutching my hand in his throat with a strength that sent a slight pain into my muscles.

I could feel that he was on the edge. I could tell he had been holding himself, and I didn't even need to tell him to hold himself back from cumming.

"Please!" He cried one last time, and I orgasmed.

I released my hand from his throat and fell on his chest, breathing with the tightness getting loose in my stomach.

I felt his dick throbbing inside me, and splash the seed with the same passion he had been holding himself.

He growled, and quivered, just like me. But he also whined, almost like he was crying from pleasure, unlike me.

"Oh, God! This is how it feels! I finally know how this feels!" He continued moaning with his sweet angel tone, making me continue to quiver.

He finally knew how pleasure feels and I knew how an angel feels - exquisite.

"What do I call you? My good boy or my good angel?" I breathed out and palmed his cheeks, regarding the red look on his face. With that look on his face, I could fuck him again and again and still wouldn't grow tired.

"I want to be your good boy," He answered, quivering underneath me. Oh, how much that satisfied the hungry soul within me.

"But you're far from good. You're my naughty guardian angel."

"But I want to be a good boy."

"Then you need training. This was your very first time. You can't be a good boy." I whispered, watching him turn redder and embarrassed.

How adorable!

"Now, do some kind of trick and clean all of this," I added, plopping beside him, hitting him with the true sight of the bedroom. Messy and smelling of sex.

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