Cockblock

Elijah didn't take his time like when he was teasing her, already at the peak of his control and all was on his mind was finding release. He went hard and fast, ramming into her like a starved savage and she met each of his thrusts as much enthusiasm.

Her loud moans and his groans filled the room and the sounds of bodies slapping against each other making a beautiful sound which added to the intensity of everything. He seemed to swallow all her sounds with the way he was moving his hips. Her first orgasm hit in no time, the pressure building as she felt herself clenching and unclenching around him, her stomach tightened and her thighs vibrated with the force of her climax. She came loudly with his name on her lips, her walls squeezed him, holding him in her like a vice but it didn't stop his hard thrusts, forcing her to ride out her orgasm. After a few more thrusts, he shut his load in the condom with a primal sound that had her stomach coiling.

He pulled out and stepped out from between her legs, her body was sweating and she was breathing heavily, she heard a door opening but couldn't find it in her to get up, flushing sound from the bathroom told her he just flushed the condom and soon he walked back out.

She laid there quietly staring at the ceiling as he walked back to the bed, she taught he was walking towards her, her hands instinctively flew to her mask and when she was sure it was in place, she looked up at him to find his eyes already on her. His eyes were still dark with desire, her eyes moved from his bare chest down to his ripped abs and they widened a bit when she saw him fully naked and…still very much hard.

She watched the angry vein lines on his length, like he didn't just shoot a whole lot of load a few seconds ago, she knew it was much seeing how long it took before his spasms stopped.

"Well that guy certainly doesn't get it." He only gave a small grunt and that sounded so much like the Elijah Walton she was used to. One word answers and grunts or growls as a reply. Getting rid of the those thoughts she got off the bed and held his hands before making him sit on the bed, he watched her silently and kneeled before him, she smiled seductively and licked her lips. "I bet I can help." She didn't give him time to reply, she knew he wouldn't and she took him in her mouth.

Elena was surprised at her own boldness, she almost laughed at the situation, her going down on her boss. At least one thing she liked about the masked angel was her nerve, she did what she wanted without the thought of repercussions.

She didn't spend as much time as she would have liked with him in her mouth because he pulled her up and made her straddle him. Her hands went around him and she leaned in to kiss him, he moved back a bit in hesitation before letting her join their lips. He tasted just as good as he did the first time he'd kissed her, both his hands were on her waist and his fingers were digging into her. She couldn't hide she liked how rough he was by rocking against him, feeling herself getting wetter by the friction. His hardness teased her outer lips and she moaned into his mouth.

A shrill sound frightened her and she jumped a little, his hand kept her in place before he growled in annoyance, she knew the sound all too well.

He didn't need to speak but she got the memo and got off his lap knowing it was his phone, he found his suit pants and reached for it, she squeezed her thighs together when he crouched to pick it up, his sculpted butt looking so much better in that position and not to mention the—she shook her head and forced herself to look away when he pulled the phone out before letting the piece of clothing fall back to the floor.

Elijah stared at the caller and knew he had to take it, he hated the person for interrupting what was happening but like it was for him, he couldn't ignore it for the life of him.

He walked out of the room before sliding the answer button and putting the phone to his ear.

"What is it?" he growled not bothering to hide his annoyance.

"That is no way to greet your father, son." He closed the door to his bedroom behind him before sitting on the bed and holding his head in his hands. Walking with his dick straining and almost touching his stomach was hard but knowing he was going to listen to whatever his father was going to spew made it worst and he regretted answering the call.

"What do you want?" he asked, his tone losing any ounce of respect it had. That is assuming it had any.

"I haven't heard from you in a while," he ran his hands through his hair wondering why he had even bothered with the man.

While he was working his ass off, his father was probably there with his latest and definitely much younger fling doing whatever he liked and the one time he chose to put himself first, his basic needs first the man decides to call asking him stupid questions. He couldn't deal with that shit.

"If you don't have anything tangible to say then I suggest you hang up now, I have more important things to do." Because being buried balls deep in the angel was a lot better than speaking with his shitty father.

"Like what? Fucking that prostitute. I'm so disappointed in you Elijah, I would have believed you had a little more class seeing how it ended with t—"