Page 22 of Prelude to Madness

I didn’t need telling twice and rammed into him over and over until I couldn’t see straight.

Angel’s dick leaked, bobbing with each thrust. We were both close. I sensed it.

“I’ll not take long.”

“Me either. Go harder, though, Silas. As hard as you can.”

I fucked him with renewed passion, deeper and deeper, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I shouted as I came, filling his arse with so much spunk it was leaking out of his hole.

“I’m coming.” His voice was strained as his dick erupted, unaided, coating his chest and stomach.

I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathless.

“Like that, angel?”

“Yes, my captor, just like that.” A sly smile crossed his face. What the fuck was he thinking?

“I think our love life is going to take a turn for the better, angel.” I bent down and kissed his lips, savouring his taste.

“I know it will. Now how long until we can both go again?”

Later that evening, we lay in bed, watching the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree, and I counted my blessings.

I didn’t know how it had happened, but I had my angel back, and that was all that mattered.

“Happy Christmas, angel,” I whispered.

“Happy Christmas, Silas.”

Yes, the new year was going to be very interesting indeed.

The End