Cum and Consequences.
️ Content Warning (Explicit)
This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation.
Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+.
If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution.
Angel’s Pov.
Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft.
The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want.
I licked my lips, teasing the swollen tip with a slow swirl of my tongue before slipping him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as he gripped my hair, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
I bobbed my head, setting a slow, deliberate pace, savoring his taste—salty and intoxicating.
His groans, curses, and whispered praises fueled me, each sound urging me to please him more.
“Fuck….. Angel…you’re so good,” he rasped, his voice thick with need.
His hips flexed, forcing himself deeper into my throat until he finally released, his hot cum coating my tongue and spilling across my lips and breasts.
I felt it drip down my chest just as the sound of the shower shutting off echoed from behind the door.
Perfect timing.
I rose, licking my lips, relishing the taste of him.
“Angel, are you really gonna walk out on me like that?” He groaned, his voice rough with frustration, his eyes blazing.
I flashed a wicked wink, sauntering to the door.
“Patience, Papì,” I purred, stepping outside to linger just beyond the threshold like the wicked tease I was.
He yanked his pants up, his erection still straining against the fabric, a delicious sight from where I stood.
Catalina sashayed in, her blonde hair damp, a towel clinging to her curves.
“Why didn’t you join me in the shower, baby?”
She pouted, standing close to him. His eyes never left me, ignoring her entirely.
I cupped my tits, slowly licking his cum off my nipple, my tongue swirling provocatively.
His jaw clenched, a dangerous glint in his gaze—I knew I’d pay for this tease, but I craved the trouble.
“Am I the cause of that, baby? Want me to take care of it?” Catalina slurred, her voice dripping with seduction as she eyed his arousal.
Jealousy flared in me. Bitch, please. I was the reason that cock was throbbing.
Ignoring her, I focused on tormenting him, wiping his cum from my face and sliding my fingers into my mouth, sucking slowly, my eyes never leaving his.
His stare darkened, desire coiling tighter with every second.
I slipped my fingers down to my pussy, teasing my clit, ignoring the warning in his eyes. I wanted him feral, desperate.
“Are you even listening to me? What are you looking at?”
Catalina snapped, turning to follow his gaze. I ducked behind the wall, heart pounding with a thrill coursing through me.
I heard her sigh.
“Raul, we need to talk,” she said, her voice softer but insistent.
“Talk about what?” He shot back, impatience lacing his tone.
“About us,” she replied, her voice trembling.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Catalina,” he said coldly.
Peeking from my hiding spot, I saw his handsome face set in a hard glare.
“Yes, Raul, we have a lot to discuss,” she insisted, grabbing his arm.
He yanked it away like her touch burned.
“Alright, start talking,” he snapped, his tone sharp, arms folding tighter, exuding dominance.
“I feel us falling apart, Raul. We haven’t shared a bed in months, haven’t had sex in forever. You don’t make time for me anymore.”
Her voice cracked, but I smirked inwardly—because he was in my bed, giving me all his attention, all his passion.
“We’ve never had time for each other except at night, Catalina,” he retorted. “And sex with you? I can’t keep pretending it works.”
She gasped, clutching his arm again, only for him to pull away.
“You can’t be tired of sex with your wife, Raul, unless you’re cheating on me!” She yelled.
His glare turned lethal.
“Don’t raise your voice at me, Catalina,” he warned, his voice a dangerous calm.
“It’s because of Angel, isn’t it? Everything changed when she showed up!” She accused.
He grabbed her arms, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Don’t blame her for the mess you made, Catalina. She didn’t change a thing. Our marriage was broken long before her, and yes, I’m done with you. Our personalities and tastes don’t align—never have.”
He started to walk away, but she chased after him.
“Raul, please, don’t do this. We can try again. I’ll be your submissive, whatever you want. I’ll do it your way—just don’t leave me!”
Tears streamed down her face.
He raised a brow, his tongue poking his cheek mockingly.
“Why the sudden change, Catalina? Is Angel’s beauty making you that insecure?”
“It’s not about Angel, and she’s not beautiful!”
She spat, her voice dripping with venom and jealousy.
I snickered under my breath, reveling in her denial.
“Oh, really?” Raul’s tone was mocking, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“Raul, please, I’m ready to—”
“Forget it, Catalina. It’s too late,” he cut her off, his voice final. I grinned in triumph.
While she chased fame and public approval, I’d claimed him, giving him everything she couldn’t—and never would.
“It’s not too late, Raul! We—Raul!” Her scream echoed as he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, leaving her mid-sentence.
Satisfied, I strolled back to my room, my heart blooming.
I ran a bath, the warm water soothing my skin, and changed into one of his oversized shirts, the fabric carrying his scent—woodsy, intoxicating.
I crawled into bed, ready for a blissful rest.
I may not have been in his arms yet, but I drifted off knowing he was mine, bound by love, understanding, and passion.
That was enough for the time being.
Sleep hadn’t fully claimed me when I felt his strong arms pull me into his embrace, his scent enveloping me.
“Buenas noches, tesoro. Te amo,” he whispered, his lips brushing my cheek before nuzzling into my neck, his hold possessive and warm.
My heart danced, every fiber of my being celebrating.
Finally, in the arms of the love of my life, I pressed myself closer, my body molding to his as I drifted into a perfect slumber.