Angel Perverse #09, Scene #04

Alright, scene 6: The room's dim, just enough light to catch the wicked grin on her face as she saunters over, hips swaying like she owns the damn place. She pins him against the wall with her body, breath hot on his neck—'I've been waiting for this,' she whispers, fingers already yanking at his belt. He grabs her waist, pulling her closer, their lips crashing in a hungry kiss that tastes like trouble. Clothes hit the floor fast; her shirt's off, revealing those perfect curves he's been daydreaming about. She drops to her knees, eyes locked on his, teasing him with a slow lick before taking him deep, her mouth working magic that has him groaning her name. He threads fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm—fuck, she's good. Then she stands, spins him around, and bends over the bed, ass up and inviting. He doesn't hesitate, sliding in hard, thrusting with that cocky rhythm that makes her moan loud. Sweat slicks their skin; she pushes back, meeting every slam, nails digging into the sheets. It's raw, it's intense—building to that explosive finish where they both shatter, collapsing in a tangled, satisfied heap.