Falling For Her Nightmare

Chapter 7: Powerful Strokes

Angel's POV

I stared at him. He looks lost, and I felt powerful. His eyes were dark, but not in a menacing way, something that I couldn't pinpoint, but definitely, he looks lost, or maybe he was thinking if he will let me or not.

"Can I?" I repeated, really curious how hard is it against my hands. Since I saw it, I've been dying to touch it, too curious that I can't get over with.

I'm just gonna touch it, I know what is it. When mom and dad died, I started watching some movies that were for mature ones, though never seen like it before, but I learned what it is.

"Are you sure?" came his deep throaty voice and I felt something in the pit of my stomach. Something odd, but ignored it.

"Si," I nodded with enthusiasm, which I didn't intend to be.

Isaias groaned gutturally, and I step back, thinking he was annoyed, but his eyes were so dark, so powerful that it felt like it was sucking me. The pull was so strong, I didn't realize I was walking towards the tub, closer.

My eyes were glued at his lower member, under the water. He slowly rose and I was mesmerized how long and big it is. The tip is like a mushroom, pinkish just like his lips, and it glistens under the soft light. It is long, thick, and it reminds me of a sausage.

"It is beautiful," I murmured softly as I stop, before him. I didn't realized he was already out of the tub, water dripping from his ripped body. So perfectly muscular, like he was a photoshopped.

"Touch it," he whispered encouragingly, his voice throaty and needy. The urge kept growing and it's overpowering me.

I look up to meet his eyes, and they were looking at mine, so hard, intense, that I felt something tingling in my stomach. Probably, I'm nervous, but the curiosity is still burning in my chest.

I look down again, it's almost touching my belly since I'm too short when standing next to him.

"Does it bite?" I asked out of nowhere, my eyes glued onto the long sausage-like thing attached between his thighs. Why do it looks so enthralling?

"You can touch it, it won't bite, angel," he softly pleads and I bit my bottom lip, unaware of his intent, hard gaze, leering at me.

I slowly bring my hand to the beautiful thing and before touching it, I look to meet his eyes again. He was breathing heavily, his eyes looks dilated, and I furrowed.

He gulps thickly as he lifted one hand, and stroke my cheeks. "Sei propio bella," (You're so beautiful) his words were low and loud at the same time, as he swallowed thickly. I felt my heart inflated as his compliment reached my ears.

Then I noticed his cheeks a little pinkish, or probably he is already.

"You look tense," I commented mindlessly. "Are you sure, it's all right?" I asked and he nodded, his breathing all the more became heavier.

I curled my palm around his penis, and he gasps loudly, closing his eyes, his mouth a little open as he breathes heavily. I look down when I felt his penis pulsated against my palm, it was so hard, so hot.

"Stroke it, baby," he breathes gutturally, and my head snapped up to meet his closed eyes, his palm already resting against my cheeks. I'm not sure if he's hurt or what?

Why is he breathing heavily?

"Why are you closing your eyes, does it hurt?" I asked a little worried, but I can't seem to take my hands off his penis. It felt so hot and amazing against my palm.

He places his other palm over mine and led me, stroking his stiffed, unbendable penis, he groaned. I noticed the sweat forming on his forehead as I look up to his gorgeous face with confusion.