SINS: Devil's Horns MC

by Sophia Gray

  I grinned at her. “I’ve gotten a little decoration,” I drawled. “I know I didn’t used to look this way.”

  Angel flushed again and I had the urge to yank her head back and suck on her neck until she was whimpering with desire. “You’re gorgeous,” she said demurely in the same voice she used to use when we had been together all those years ago. “I love the way you look, Trey.”

  Hearing Angel say my name set fire to my loins. Reaching forward, I pinched her nipples until she was screaming. Angel lay back and closed her eyes as I took one of them into my mouth. Her skin was so soft that it made my head spin. She tasted like sugar and strawberries and musk and I wanted to run my tongue over her whole body until we were both spent and crying.

  “I need you,” Angel said in a hoarse voice.

  As I stroked and caressed her tits, she writhed on the bed and tangled her hands in my hair. I shivered as she tugged gently; it felt so good that my balls were aching.

  “I need you,” I growled in return.

  Angel let out a little cry of delight and I used my fingernails to scratch tracks down her delicate tummy. From where I crouched between her thighs, I could smell the warm scent of Angel’s arousal wafting towards me. It was just as sweet and musky as I’d remembered, and I closed my eyes and shoved my face in her crotch. Angel gasped and tried to wriggle away but I wrapped my arms around her ass and held her firm, inhaling until my lungs hurt. She smelled so good. I wanted to lick her pussy for hours, until the juices were running down my face and neck. Angel had always loved it when I went down on her — she made these sexy noises and lost all control of her body. Even though she’d always try to push me away at first, after a few minutes her pussy would be slammed against my face, smothering me with her delicious sex.

  Despite having a kid, she still had a perfect body. She looked older, but no less attractive than she’d been to me eight years ago. I stroked her thighs with my fingertips. She giggled and tried closing her legs but I placed my hands on the insides of her knees and spread them firmly. She was so close, I could almost taste her, almost feel her. She was so close to being mine once again.

  As I sucked her clit, Angel gasped and dug her hands into my shoulders. Her nails sent shivers of pain and pleasure through my body and I arched my back, shoving my nose right into her swollen little clit. Slipping a finger inside her pussy, I licked at her damp labia, brushing my fingers against her inner walls until she was shrieking with desire. I always knew Angel’s body, always knew what she wanted.

  She opened her eyes and gave me a suggestive look, winking and licking her lips. It drove me wild; I felt my cock pulse and jerk.

  Angel spread her legs as wide as they would go. I flopped down on my belly and inhaled her musk before plunging my tongue inside her pussy and licking her with reckless abandon. Angel went wild. She thrashed and moaned and yelled my name as I sucked on her clit. Just when I thought she couldn’t go any crazier, I slipped a finger inside of her pussy and wiggled it around. Her tight, wet muscles clamped down on my finger and I felt a gush of her moisture against my hand. Her juices were soaking into my face, dripping down my chin and neck.

  “I’m gonna come, Trey, stop!”

  I grinned wickedly into Angel’s crotch and kept licking and sucking. In only a matter of seconds, I felt her muscles clamp down again and then release, over and over, in a series of spasms accompanied by squeals and cries of pleasure. I looked up momentarily to see her red face, shiny with sweat, straining as her whole body bucked and convulsed.

  Before I could move, I felt Angel’s hands on me. She’d always been soft and slim but now she was exhibiting surprising strength. She tugged me up over her body and threw me to the side. I could have easily resisted and overpowered her, but this new bossy side of hers was really turning me on. Angel pinned me down and crawled on top of me until she was straddling me. I could feel the heat from her pussy warming my cock and I moaned, arching up and grinding my hips against her. When Angel felt my bulge, she moaned softly and reached down between her legs. The stimulation from her hand felt incredible and I could tell she was rubbing her knuckles against her clit as she stroked my massive erection.

  She gasped when she saw my cock. It had been years, but surely she couldn’t have forgotten how big I was. How perfectly we locked together. How much I wanted her, not just right now, but all the time.

  “I know it’s pretty, baby,” I teased. “You had me all geared up thinking you were gonna do something other than just look at it.”

  Angel blushed furiously. She flipped her head forward and the ends of her red hair brushed against my bare belly. I chuckled slightly; it was ticklish, but also really arousing. As Angel cupped my balls in one hand, I gasped. She leaned forward and gently blew on my stiff cock. I groaned as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She licked the head until I was grunting and thrusting my hips up towards her mouth.

  “God, yes,” I groaned, arching my back.

  Angel sucked enthusiastically until I felt my arousal build to new heights. I was going crazy, bucking my hips, thrusting into her mouth, tangling my hands in her red hair until my knuckles were straining. The liquid motion of Angel’s warm mouth on my cock was incredible. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think of anything at all other than Angel and the magic she was letting loose on my body. It had been much too long since I’d felt this kind of pleasure. With most women, it was all about the power of the conquest and the scent of a new pussy. With Angel, it was nothing less than a desire to possess her completely from the inside out. As she closed her eyes and wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock, I rolled my eyes back in my head and groaned loudly.

  “Stop,” I muttered, trying to push her away. “Stop, Angel, no.” She kept sucking and it took all of my willpower to wrench my hips away from her. If I didn’t, I would have come. And there was no way I was letting that happen until I was buried up to the hilt. When she pulled her mouth away, I groaned and reached for her, pulling her close to me and tightening my grip on her arms.

  Angel swallowed and looked up at me. Her jeweled green eyes sparkled with lust and she was panting. Her lips were swollen, pink, and damp, and I watched as the tip of her tongue stuck out of her mouth. Lust coursed through my body like wildfire and I had to suppress a shiver.

  We kept our gazes locked as Angel reclined back on the bed. She spread her legs and turned an inviting gaze towards me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pale, generous body. She’d always had amazing tits, but now they were spectacular. She closed her eyes and ran a hand down her body. Desire shook my body and I growled in a low voice. For a moment, a flash of fear went across her face. I realized she was scared, and that I knew exactly why. She wasn’t afraid of what I was going to do to her. She was afraid because she didn’t ever know if I’d do it again.

  Reaching forward, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. She shuddered as I flipped her over on her belly. The rounded curve of Angel’s ass quivered as I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked at her soaked pussy. She moaned softly. The bed sheets muffled her cries, but I could feel her whole body shaking as I gently teased her clit. She arched her back and spread her legs wide. I grinned wickedly. I could smell her musk from where I knelt above her, and it was driving me absolutely crazy. As she ground her hips against my hand, I pulled it away. She twisted her head up to look at me as I straddled her ass, rubbing my cock between her delectable cheeks. Angel’s skin was hot and silky to the touch. She put her arms over her head and rubbed her ass against my erection.

  “I want you,” Angel said in a hoarse, tortured voice. “I need you, Trey.”

  That was all I needed to hear. Before I knew it, I was slipping my cock inside of her and bucking my hips. Angel’s response was immediate. She cried out and her whole body tensed as I filled her pussy with every unforgiving inch of my erection. I groaned and closed my eyes, tilting my head back and thrusting as hard as I could. Every time I entered Angel, spasms of ple
asure overtook my body. I knew she was enjoying it; even though I couldn’t see her face, I could feel her bucking against me. I slipped a hand under her hot body and found her clit, stiff with pleasure. As I rubbed, she cried out and buried her face in the mattress. Her cries were loud, hoarse — the kind that might make someone think she was in pain. But I knew better, knew she craved me with every cell in her body. I knew that no matter what happened between us, she’d always be mine. She’d always be my Angel, no one else’s. All mine, forever.

  “Trey,” Angel whimpered. She held her head up and I could see red hair clinging to her sweaty forehead.

  Without warning, I pulled out of her and used my hand to flip her on her back. Angel looked up at me. Her green eyes pleaded for more, and I couldn’t help but oblige her. She spread her legs and beckoned me close with her eyes. Crawling over her body, I pressed my mouth against hers. She tasted like sweat and lust. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and furiously tasted all of the dark, secret places inside. Angel moaned softly and wrapped her slim arms around my neck. She pulled me down and wrapped her legs around my waist. I felt her wet slit rubbing against my erection and another tremor of lust went soaring through my body.

  Breaking the kiss, I stared deeply into Angel’s eyes. She looked at me without blinking. It was just the two of us alone, the two of us in the world. I had forgotten where we were; it didn’t matter – we could have been anywhere. We could have been having a one-night stand in a cheap motel; we could have met in the world’s best casino. Nothing mattered, not even the Skullbreakers. Angel closed her eyes and pulled me in close for a deep, sensual kiss. She sucked my lower lip until I felt the blood throbbing in my cock. As I steadied myself with a hand against her hips, Angel braced her body against mine and I felt my cock slide into the deep, wet folds of her pussy.

  “God,” I gasped, breaking the kiss and burying my face in her sweet neck. She felt so amazingly good, I could barely move. The pleasure increased when she bucked her hips against mine, and soon she was fucking me, even though I was the one on top.

  Angel’s muscles strained and braced against my body. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a strangled cry before digging her nails into my back and rubbing her body against mine. I realized her clit was bumping against my pubic bone. I grinned wickedly; the only thing better than fucking Angel was watching her get off against me.

  “Trey,” she whimpered. She threw her head back and I felt the muscles of her pussy clench around me. Watching her writhe and moan with the force of her orgasm sent my level of arousal to a new height and, before I knew it, I was gasping and coming along with her. My cock pumped ropes of cum inside her and every muscle in my body clenched and released with my powerful release.

  We stayed locked together like that for a second or two. My heart was beating wildly in my chest like a drum, and Angel looked like she’d just run a marathon.

  “That was amazing,” Angel said softly. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. “I love you.”

  I swallowed. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t say them. It was too much, too intimate. I’d just given Angel the fucking of her lifetime and I was exhausted, but part of me was almost nervous. What if she decided she never wanted to see me again?

  I shook my head. I couldn’t start thinking like that, not now. Not when everything I knew was about to blow up. Not when Damien was hot on my trail, not when I was worried about Angel. Not when I had a son to discover and get to know. Thinking about Chuckie made me feel emotional, but in a different way. Some of the anger was still there; I didn’t think I could immediately forgive Angel for keeping him from me like that. But she’d already shown she wanted me, that she still wanted me.

  My mouth hardened into a thin line. I’d thought she had wanted to be with me before, too. And look what happened: I wound up alone, like always. Someone like Angel wasn’t ever going to think someone like me was good enough for her.

  “Trey?” Angel’s voice broke me out of my reverie. “Are you okay?”

  I blinked at her. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

  Angel was reclining on the bed. She was still naked, but almost before my eyes I saw the delicious pink flush fading from her skin. Her gaze had been lustful and determined only a few minutes ago, but now she looked scared. She covered her mouth with a hand. Do you regret telling me you love me? I wanted to ask. Are you sure you still meant it? Because you fucking left me years ago, honey. And you better be sure this time that it’s for real.

  “Okay,” Angel said. She swallowed hard and pulled the sheet up to cover her luscious body. I watched as her magnificent tits disappeared in a sea of white cotton. “Was that okay? I mean, I’m sorry if that shouldn’t have happened.” She reached up and pulled her mass of red hair over a pale shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Angel added, her voice barely audible this time. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “It’s fine,” I told her. But my voice must have been unconvincing.

  Angel’s response was to pink in the cheeks and wrap the sheet more tightly around her body. I watched as she tried to crawl out of bed without exposing her body to me. I wanted to laugh. Not five minutes ago she’d bared her whole self for me to see, for me to taste, for me to fuck. For me to take, I thought to myself. All mine. Just like always, just like before.

  “Should I go?” Angel looked up at me. “I mean, back to Chuckie?”

  I shook my head. “Do what you want,” I said flatly. Part of me wanted her to leave. I wanted to be alone; I had a lot of shit to think about. But the other part of me didn’t want to think about anything. I wanted to set my jaw, climb on my bike, and ride hundreds of miles away where no one had even heard of Trey Minter.

  “Okay,” Angel said. She swallowed and stood up.

  I wished she’d cut out the damsel act. It was annoying, and not like her real self at all. Angel was fiery, passionate. She wasn’t this weak, awkward creature I was seeing now. I could tell she was nervous, but it was getting on my nerves and making me feel anxious. I couldn’t deal with Angel when she was unsure. It had been one of the things we’d always fought about when we were together. Now, if Angel told me she wanted to go to a motel and never go back to her parents again, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d kick the door down with my foot and carry her over the threshold. She’d be mine. Maybe if I’d done that very thing years ago, she never would have left. Maybe Chuckie would have grown up with a father; maybe Angel wouldn't be living in a hovel in the worst part of town.

  But maybe not. Maybe if we’d stayed together, I wouldn’t have gotten hooked up with the Skullbreakers. Maybe I never would have made any money. I could see young Angel persuading me to stay in legit business. But I was never the type for schooling. I didn’t even think I could graduate from a community college, much less dedicate myself to an education and providing for my family. Maybe if Angel and I had stayed together, we would have split up down the line anyway. After all, poverty took a toll on happiness. I’d watched my mother fretting over the bills and debt much longer than she really should have. I could tell a poor woman scared off any potential boyfriends, too. Sometimes I wondered what really would have happened if I’d grown up with a father.

  And that was just the thing. Was Chuckie damned to repeat my same mistakes? Was depriving him of a father going to hurt him exponentially down the line? There was no way of knowing.

  Angel had pulled her sweater over her head by the time I turned around. I watched as she stepped into her jeans, fastening the snap and tugging her sweater down. It did nothing to hide the glorious curves of her body; there was no doubt Angel was just as sexy as ever. She stepped in the bathroom to wash her face as I yanked a clean shirt over my head and pulled my pants up. When she emerged, her skin was pink, soft, and dewy. I could tell she’d washed her face, but her eyes also looked pink. Was it possible she’d been crying? A stab of pain hit me in the gut but I closed my eyes and willed it away.

  I could see the girl she’d be
en when she was this vulnerable. She had the same wanton look about her, the same fiery tenderness. Even though she was older, more refined, the sex was better than ever. She’d been so eager to please me — and to be pleased herself. It was almost like sleeping with a new woman, but not quite. Angel had been the most meaningful woman in my life for years and years. Aside from my mother, she was the only woman I’d ever loved. Love, my mind corrected itself. You still love her, and you know it. She’s the only woman for you, and you’ll never be able to forget her, much less get over her. Face it. She’s it, man.

  I cleared my throat as Angel crossed the threshold of my room. She looked up at me with a curious expression on her face. It was part hurt, part curiosity.

  “I’m going to go see Chuckie,” she said softly.

  I shook my head. “Wait,” I told her. I pointed at the bed. “Sit down.”

  Angel opened her mouth to speak but she changed her mind. Flushing, she walked over to the bed and perched her perfect ass on the end. “What is it?”

  “Just why exactly did you think it was okay to leave?” I glared at her. “You forget; we haven’t talked about this. Why on earth did you do that? Ram was here to protect you. Are you stupid?”