An Hour of Cloud Nine (2)

He lunged inside of me in one stroke.

One stroke.

I was not a virgin. I was quite experienced.

But I need to repeat this so you guys would understand.

He put his shaft inside of me, the whole length, in one stroke. And I moaned loudly, half because of the shock, half because of the pain. My focus went blur but my survival instinct kicked in and I knew I had to grab on the chandelier for my dear life.

He stopped for a while, burying himself inside me so deep as if waiting for me to get accustomed to the feel of him. Waiting for my insides to stretch according to his shape. He whispered to my ear, “You like that?” Then he bit my earlobe. I couldn’t help but moan more.

“It’s a heavenly music,” he said, “Let me take you to cloud nine, my Lady.”

He moved his hip, taking out his shaft until only the tip was inside of me. “Look down,” he said.

I did as I was told. I looked down at his glorious large shaft. My mouth opened on its own, shocked by the sheer size of it. “Th– that’s even bigger than Alexander’s–“

Before I could finish my sentence, he had lunged into me again in full length. Until I could only see his skin upon my skin. My head lolled back and I almost let go of my hold on the chandelier.

“Don’t mention anyone else, Lady,” he said. He took out his shaft again. And then rammed it into me. Out. And then in again. Out. In. Out. In. It was a rhythmical dance of hips. And the music was my moans.

My eyes were starting to roll back because of his movement. My arms were getting really tired. I could feel sweats drenching my shoulders, back, and legs.

“Shit, Michael,” I said when he rammed inside me again.

“Hmm?”

He picked up his pace. The sound of skins flapping against skins was another music made other than my moans. His hands gripped my thighs harder. I was pretty sure he was going to leave imprints there. But the pain, along with the ecstasy that he built? My core was getting wetter the rougher he got.

When I thought he was already fast, he went even faster. And rougher.

“Ah!” I was not holding my moan any longer. My hands were twitching. My legs were curling. And my insides were twitching hard, following the shape of his shaft.

I felt the ecstasy building up inside of me. A kindle of flame that became bigger and bigger the more he pumped to me. It was only several minutes. Perhaps it was because I had to hold on for my dear life on the chandelier. Perhaps it was because an angelic creature was fucking me. But I was so close. So close to finding my release. 

“You’re making me crazy,” I said.

“I am?”

Oh, he was truly like Alexander. The way he teased during intercourse. The way he fished for those lewd compliments.

He then slowed down his movement. Just when I was almost finding my release, he slowed down like a jerk. Like Alexander. He was truly his Father’s son. He even stopped, with only his tip inside of me.

I looked at him beggingly. But he only smirked and said, “Beg me.”

*Jerk*, I thought. He was more a devil than an angel! His coy, his tricks, his teasings… definitely, he was the real demon in the house.

Nevertheless, I was a desperate girl in need. And so, I sold my soul to him. Well, not entirely sold my soul. But a little bit like selling my soul. Anyway, I begged him with my quivering mouth, “Please…”

My hands were starting to sweat. It hurt to hold on for any longer despite Michael bearing half of my weight. My nails were digging into my palms as I still clung to the chandelier with all my strength. Moreover, when I could not stand not having him move inside me any longer, I started to move my own hips.

I could only move so little you know, because hello… I was up in the air, hanging on a chandelier, I could not whip this angel's body, who I believed secretly to be a demon deep down like I would if we were on a bed and ride him myself. I could not. The only thing I could do was sway my hips little by little.

“Ha…” I moaned when I pushed him deeper inside of me myself. I wanted more. More friction. More sensation. More pleasure. But I could only move so slowly.

When I tried to move faster, I ended up making the chandelier swayed too. I cried out when the chandelier moved.

Michael saw the panic in my eyes and he started laughing. Literally, blatantly, openly laughing at me being scared.

“T– that’s funny to you?” He laughed louder.

I blinked in disbelief at this angel. I believed then that he was the type of angel that when he sees people having a car crash, he would laugh instead of praying for them.

I waited until the chandelier stopped swaying before finally, I could breathe again.

“Holy…,” Michael said, throwing his head to the back a little bit. “You are so tight when you are scared.” Then he penetrated deep inside me, so hard that he pushed my body to sway to the back, making the chandelier swayed more. I shrieked at the sudden movement.

My hands just would not take it any longer as I released my grips. I grabbed his neck in a hurry, hugging his large frame as the adrenaline pumped to my blood. My heart was racing.

“Michael, hold me better!” I cried out my desperate plea.

The angel cupped my butt cheeks with his hands. He groaned in my ears, “Gladly, my Lady. But that’s about the only order I will take from you during our intercourse.”

Suddenly, he took me to one side of the wall, next to a painting of lotus flowers. He leaned my back on the wall as he released one hand from my body, making one of my legs hanging in the air. His hand covered my mouth as his other hand still snaked under my left knee. I had to admit, the position made his shaft hit the right spot for me.

Then he moved his hip again, drawing out sweet moans from my lips, which he covered. He took it out and lunged inside again. Michael continued what he had started. And I was left almost breathless because his big hand covered my nose slightly too.

His thrusts were deeper and rougher than before. He sent me buried his shaft deep inside me every time as if he wanted to mark me. His movement went faster and faster. And when I was so close to my release, I bit his fingers gently. Sucking his big caramel fingers to let him know that I wanted it.

“I got you, Lady,” he said.

He took his hand from my mouth but quickly replaced it with a rough kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth without mercy. While his free hand traveled down to my clit. I moaned to his mouth at the feel of his finger on my sensitive spot.

My eyes were turning white as he kept attacking my lady spots. His kisses were hot too. I found myself hugging his neck in desperation to pull him closer to me. My fingers touched his white feathers a little bit. It was soft, very in contrast with the way he was pumping me.

He gave one more deep thrust as I rode my peek. And he too, grunted with pleasure, as he released himself inside of me. He stayed inside for a couple of seconds.

My body went limp with exhaustion almost instantly. I clung to his body for support as he took out his shaft from inside me. He carried me bridal style to the bed again as we both tried to settle our raging breaths. He kissed my temple saying, “You did great, Lady.”

Michael put me in the bed softly. I was too exhausted to even sit up that I stayed lying on my back. He looked at the watch on his wrist, checking his time. I was too tired to even complain to him about his rude behavior. I mean… checking the watch when you just finished doing an intimate action?

However, he did say he was sparing an hour to be with me.

“Was the one hour worth it?” I dared to ask him.

He looked at me as if he was another person entirely. As if he could switch on and switch off his personalities. His blue eyes became cold as he had always been with her from the start.

“I’m late,” he said. Then he fixed his pants and was already waltzing his way out of the room.

“That’s it?” I asked in disbelief. I finally decided to sit up and cover my body with the blanket.

Michael did not even spare me another glance as he walked out of the door.

*Jerk. Asshole. What a demon of an angel!* I cursed inwardly. After all the stuff we did, he was still being rude to me? What was I? A slut he could play with when he wanted to and be indifferent to at other times?

I regretted so much asking for that kiss. Urgh! How I wished I could turn back time… for one hour.

But I had no time to be angry at myself because apparently, someone else was already at the door. I could already feel his menacing and brooding aura without even having to see him.

“Not even a day in this mansion and you already shagged the angel,” he said with a sneer. He walked near her bed and she felt like covering her body more with a blanket.

Alexander clicked his tongue as if she had just disgusted him with her act. His eyes were so judgmental like always. And she found herself never been able to be bold enough to raise her chin as a protest. Instead, she averted her gaze.

“Dress up, Ann,” he said in a deep voice, “I’m showing you the lab today.”