Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  “Beth, I am sorry for hurting you. You know that, don’t you?” I nod as he strokes the tip of his nose from my forehead down to my nose and kisses my lips softly. “I’m not good at this. Believe me, Angel, if there was any other way—”

  I smooth my fingers up over his ripped abs, careful to avoid his scar. I’ve ached to touch his flawless warm skin, to taste him. Gliding up over his chest, I lace my fingers behind his neck and willingly freefall into his beautiful soul.

  “I believe that we’re meant to be together. I know you feel it too and that’s why you can’t let me go.”

  Hearing my words, Jax freezes, looking down at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

  “You’re right Angel. I can’t let you go. But soon enough, I won’t need to push you away—you’ll leave on your own accord… I’ve done nothing to deserve you and you’ve done nothing to deserve the way I’ve hurt you, the way I’m going to hurt you.”

  I can’t stand hearing his hollow voice speak about himself like he is nothing—when he is everything.

  “I’m a big girl Jaxson. Haven’t I handled everything you’ve given me so far?” I slide my legs up and around his waist. “Every. Thing.” He takes my weight as I pull my lower half up to meet his. His cock rubs against me and I’m wet. So wet. Three wasted days’ worth of wet. “But we’re supposed to be multi-tasking—and the talking to fucking ratio is way off.”

  Jax rolls over onto his back taking me with him so that I’m straddling him.

  “You hungry for my cock Angel?”

  “Starving.” I wrap both hands around his erection and firmly knock his confidence—even if only for a split second. “Hmmm. It seems that absence makes the dick grow longer.”

  He raises up onto his elbows and shuffles us back up to the head of the bed.

  “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”

  “Yeah well, my heart doesn’t feel stronger. But anyway, you are definitely bigger, G.”

  “No, I’m not. There’s just about seventy hours’ worth of blood pumping through it.”

  I watch whilst I stroke him slowly and he feels my breasts gently, squeezing and rolling my nipples. He spans his hand across my chest and slides upwards to grip my neck more forcibly.

  Licking my lips I imagine tasting this cock that’s stretching out my fists.

  “Jax—”

  He silences me by pushing his thumb into my mouth as he clutches my chin. I suck him, hard.

  No longer the shy girl with a sexual complex. I’m the girl with an insatiable sex drive that only Jax can cater to. He’s empowered me to be me from the very beginning. He knew better than I, the sexual beauty that lay beneath the surface, waiting for the right sexual beast to tempt her out of hiding and take care of her. He is my incredible, powerful beast.

  The whole time I watch him, he’s watching me. He stares at my hands gliding over his cock and clenches his jaw tight. Then he watches my mouth and this time I notice his abs tense up and feel his cock twitch.

  “I wanna fuck you so bad. It’s killed me to not have you whenever I’ve wanted.” I love his dirty voice. “You are mine, Angel. If even for a few more days—if that’s okay?”

  I lean over to kiss him whilst raising my hips and angling his cock with a discreet accuracy. I nod in answer to his question and just as our lips touch, I retreat and sink back down, taking him off guard. Burying him root deep, causing a cry to burst from my throat, in both pleasure and pain. I feel tighter than usual. The fullness takes us both by surprise.

  Jax covers his face with his hands and curses whilst I adjust to the gift of his blessed cock touching the places only he has ever been.

  After a short while, my soothing rocking motion takes the reins and I give myself over to the moment.

  My damp hair falls carelessly around my shoulders with its cold wetness cooling me.

  “Feel me. Feel every inch of me, back inside you. This is where we belong.” Thrusting me higher. His words and his cock make me moan incoherently. He looks down and spreads me wider. “God, your pussy’s perfect. I’ve really fucking missed this Beth—but I’ve missed you more.”

  He catches hold of my hands, plaiting our fingers. We squeeze our palms together tightly as I ride him fluently. But then I slow us down deliberately. I could let go and come right now but I want this time to last longer.

  I truly feel like we’re an extension of each other. When we’re physically connected, it’s magical. We’re invincible. Untouchable by anyone or anything, including our pasts. Not even his dark secrets can get close to what we have. Now I pray that that notion can sweep throughout our entire relationship and stand the test of ‘the conversation’—no matter what.

  I let go of his hands and grip onto the headboard.

  “Are you ready, Jax?”

  “No. I’m not. I need to taste you first. I’ve been dreaming about burying my face in this sweet pussy for days.”

  “Now?”

  “Now. Come up here and sit on my face, Angel.”

  He flashes me a wicked devilish smile that I can’t help but mirror as I melt a little more inside. As if I’m going to say no to Jaxson ‘the Jubilator’ Carter eating my pussy!

  I carefully ease myself up, kissing my way up his body and landing on his lips. He impatiently reaches down, hooking his arms within my thighs and urges me up further and further until I’m hovering over his neck. I look down at him, sucking at my bottom lip in anticipation.

  “I know you didn’t fuck him, but did you kiss him?”

  Why did I suggest multi-tasking?

  So it did bother him. That’s why he’s here; to reclaim me as his.

  “No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I was playing with you. Immature stunts seem to be my default when I’m hurting.”

  “Well, it worked.”

  “And the girl at the bar?”

  “A nobody.”

  You’d think it was quite a domineering position for me—but I feel utterly submissive. He has me in the palm of his hand and I’m happily laying there, basking in his masculinity.

  Come Monday, after ‘the conversation’, he is either going to cradle me in his palm and protect us forever or clench that fist and crush me, resigning us to be fornever.

  But for now—now he’s going to eat my pussy and then we’ll fuck.

  Jax pushes my ass up further until I can only see his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He spreads my cheeks and licks me slowly open with the flat of his tongue. I rest my forehead against the wall. He gives me his full, painstaking attention and eats my pussy like it’s the first time he’s tasted me.

  Slamming the palms of my hands beside my head on the wall, he fucks me so good with his mouth and the sensation is almost unbearable—almost.

  “F-fuck, Jax. This is—” The intensity shatters my words.

  I moan as he licks and sucks my clit then his tongue works wonders inside of me. I can’t help but dip down and sink my teeth into the headboard, stifling the whimpering. I can’t hold back anymore.

  “I’m coming, Jax.”

  He adjusts his arms and brings them up to grab hold of my breasts. Throwing my head back, I arch my spine, pressing myself onto him.

  Jax pulls away briefly.

  “Ride me, Angel.”

  I gulp down more oxygen and do just that. I rock back and forth, marrying my rhythm with the precision of his tongue. He sucks and flicks and growls, sending me tumbling over into our world of epic orgasms. Digging my nails into the padded suede, I cry out his name and pant my way through the pulsating pleasure.

  Jax

  I’ve needed her pussy on my mouth for too long. The taste of her come is sweet and satisfying.

  I slap her ass up so that I can slide from beneath her.

  Mirroring her position from behind, I kiss her spine from the dimples of her arch to the softness of her neck, wrapping her damp hair around my fist as I go. Tugging her head back, craning her neck, I capture her lips.

  With an ignited urgency,
Beth presses her tongue into my mouth wanting to taste what I do to her. We kiss long and hard as I wind her hair tighter and dig my fingers into her inner thigh.

  Beth pulls away first, breathless. I quickly push away the forbidden thoughts that she’s only mine for a few more days. I need to worship every inch of her body until that time comes.

  I angle her ear to my lips and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now.” She moans and pushes her ass back, nudging into my cock. “Do you want that?”

  “Yes.”

  I place my hands over hers pulling them away from their deathlike grip on the headboard.

  “Sit back with me.”

  We both sit with our knees tucked beneath us. I take our clasped hands and reach one set of hands to her tits and the other slides between her legs. We play with her soft breasts and her hard nipples whilst rubbing her tender, swollen clit.

  I send two of her slender fingers inside of her pussy. She rolls her head back onto my shoulder allowing me access to suck and bite at her neck. Her skin is warm and smells of that shower gel she loves—delicious.

  Beth pants and moans, thrusting out her ass again, begging me. But first we fingerfuck her to another climax, leaving her trembling thighs vibrating against my impatiently awaiting cock.

  Beth reaches further back and grips me with hunger, guiding me to her sensitive pussy. I love that she’s desperate for my dick. Desperate for me to come inside her and unite our bodies, which should’ve never been apart.

  Arguably they should’ve never been together either. But that’s my mindfucking haunting beliefs tormenting me, which they’ll continue to do for the rest of my life without this girl—

  “Fuck me now please, Jax?”

  —without this truly unique badass girl.

  “Such a horny little angel, Angel. I will fuck you on tap, if you’ll let me.”

  “Forever. Always.”

  It’s a breathless whisper delivered with a heartfelt love like nothing I’ve ever felt before. As those two words sink into my skin, she sinks her beautiful body down onto me inch by sensual inch.

  I use her hips to control her, picking up a merciless speed that’s fit to destroy me. She restrains her bouncing tits whilst rebounding off my quads. I enjoy the tremors of her ass cheeks clapping off my skin and admire her tiny waist encased by my big hands.

  She’s been reciting the word ‘fuck’ repeatedly for the last minute.

  “I’m ready, Jax.”

  Her voice is shaky and sexy.

  “Not just yet, beautiful.”

  “Yes. Now.”

  “Fall forward. On all fours.”

  She does so swiftly, barely breaking her rhythm. Her whimpering moans are driving me crazy.

  I’m on the verge. I take full control and fuck her from behind. My balls have ached for release but I couldn’t bring myself to jerk off over her. I felt like abstaining was some sort of fucked up punishment for me.

  Just as Beth starts to come again, I join her but slow down my pace enough to lean back and watch my cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy. It’s carnal and raw and, only because it’s with her, it’s intimate. I relish the feeling of her insides squeezing me, rewarding me for worshipping this body of hers.

  I stroke and rub her back as our bodies float back down to the here and now. Beth gradually collapses onto the bed, rolling onto her side. I follow and lie behind her, tracing my fingers up the side of her ribcage and back down to her thigh. As I kiss her shoulder, she rolls it away from me.

  “You didn’t fight for us.”

  Her voice is small.

  “Beth—”

  “You gave up on us because you expect me to fall at the first hurdle. Do you think you’re incapable of loving me?” If only she knew. “Is that why you’ve pushed me away, because you knew I was in love with you and you don’t want my love.”

  “God, no. No.”

  “Have I suffocated you—because you’re not used to relationships?”

  “Beth, you haven’t suffocated me. I’m sure if you listen to your heart, you’d know that I can’t get enough of you.” She turns her head to see me. “Jesus Beth. Don’t. I can’t take that look.”

  I reach down and she closes her eyes for me to kiss them. When she flutters them open again that hint of sadness has gone.

  “Look at us, Jax. Look at our bodies. We fit together like the best human jigsaw ever. We’re each made up of hundreds of pieces but we’ll never be complete without each other. We are the perfect fit. Look.”

  Listening to her talk about us so poetically gives me a glimmer of hope but I can’t quite grasp onto it to protect it. I look down our bodies and she’s right. We are glued together tightly. We are the perfect fit.

  “Jax, there’s no room for anything to get in between us. I promise I will do my best to not let that happen and I know you will too. You may not believe that you’re capable of loving me, but in my heart I already feel loved by you. Maybe it’s my hopes and dreams and wild imagination getting carried away in a twisted up fairytale, but I swear I feel it, Jax. I need you to know that.”

  I’ve already caused her pain through my selfishness. There’s no way I am going to make the same mistake again. I will not tell her how I feel, only to confuse her and hurt her in a few days. I can’t do that to her again, fill her heart with my love and feed her impossible fairy tale. I’m no prince.

  “Listen carefully, Angel. I fucking love that you love me—and I fucking hate that you’ll hate me.” She goes to speak but I catch her mouth in mine, rolling her onto her back. “What’s done is done and we’re going to talk about everything in a few days. So I’d like to wish that my girl and I concentrate on having a dirty weekend full of sex, not stress?”

  “Sixth wish granted… So I’m still your girl?”

  “Always—even when you’re not.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Saturday 2nd May 2015

  1.08am

  Beth

  Orgasms are absolutely incredible. I take a brief moment to take pity on my pussy for the years of neglect—but that moment’s short lived because thankfully I have an optimistic pussy that doesn’t dwell on the past. It’s all about appreciating the here and now.

  There should at least be a day of the year where orgasms are celebrated globally. It’s the least us humans should do considering our anatomy has been blessed with experiencing such wonderful things. How about it, Orgasm Day? We have Valentine’s Day to celebrate love so there should be a day dedicated to good old fucking and the beautiful orgasms that come as a result of said fucking.

  Celebrating Orgasms Worldwide Day – C.O.W Day.

  “Happy COW Day!”

  “What you got planned?”

  “Erm, probably a multiple then maybe slip in a self-made. I may even steal one in silence from my hairdresser later on!”

  Instead of showering each other with gifts, we shower them with orgasms; quick ones, sl-low ones, multiple ones, quiet ones and those vibrating ones when the thrusts are so vigorous your voice is sh-sh-shaky like ‘f-f-f-u-u-c-c-ck-k-k-innnggg-y-y-y-y-e-e-s-s-sss’.

  If this day existed, I’d be clearing my diary and simply writing O-R-G-A-S-M-S as the only thing featuring on my ‘to do’ list that day. I’d keep a tally at the side—obviously.

  Well, that was my fifth—not that I’ve been intentionally counting—and my body feels delightfully lax.

  After fucking me bent over the desk, we’d headed into the bathroom to take a bath. Of course we got caught up along the way. He sat me on the counter facing our reflections with my bare feet raised apart gripping onto the mirror. With my pussy spread wide, Jax told me to watch whilst he slowly made me come.

  With the overhead spotlight shining brightly, there was nowhere to hide if I’d wanted to, which I didn’t.

  I pressed my feet against the mirrors and leant back onto his chest. With his arms wrapped around my waist, I watched him meticulously undo me in such a raw and beautiful way. It was on
e of our most intimate experiences together and reinforces how comfortable I am with him, as well as myself.

  Once we actually made it into the bath, I sat between his legs, lying back onto him. We reminisced about our adventures together. It was a happy yet solemn moment.

  After making the most of having Jax on tap, Miss Fierce took that opportunity to go for a snooze, it was far too soppy for her liking.

  With me in his arms, pressed against his naked body, his kisses wove lifelong memories into my skin. Right there and then I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loves me too. I’ve hinted at it, toyed with the notion, even hinted to Jax about it but he didn’t say the words. I realise now that he won’t and I know why. But I don’t need to hear him say it to know that it’s true. It’s in his touch and the way he looks at me. I know it.