by Tara Oakes
Her warm, wet, mouth sucking on that small part of me nearly causes me to loose my load right then and there as I push hard against the denim around my hips, freeing my dick to point up at her.
She watches it in amazement, acting out some fantasy for it with my finger and her tongue. I play along and slide in and out to the last knuckle, each movement making my cock twitch in anticipation.
She’s different, my Angel. I know the regular shit just won’t do for her tonight.
Her eyes soften and lock onto mine as I fist my cock watching her cheeks hollow with her death-like grip on my slippery finger.
“Where’d a good girl like you learn to suck like that?” I taunt her.
She winks at me promisingly and I growl deep. What’s that thing they say about the good ones? I’m dying to find out if it’s true.
“You like to suck, huh?” I ask rhetorically. I can already tell she does and I can’t wait until every inch of my rock hard dick is buried in her throat but … there’s time for that. “Me first.”
I pull my soaked finger from her mouth as she scrapes it deliciously with her teeth, not wanting to let it go, licking her glistening lips when it’s gone.
Fuck!
I concentrate on not losing myself at her tiny little seductions. She likes to tease? Well I’m the fucking master when it comes to teasing. Taking hold of her shorts, I pull hard causing her to jump from the sudden roughness until a tiny patch of perfect curls are the only thing left where her panties once were.
My dick throbs at the sight wanting to plunge in, but I talk myself down off the imaginary ledge. Not yet, I tell myself.
Slipping my hands in between her clenching knees I pry them apart, opening her up until a sliver of pink shows itself and I dive in. The second my mouth takes her, splaying my tongue between the luscious folds until I’ve found the deepness that is her center, she cries out, clamping her thighs tight around my ears, muffling the sound of her moaning.
The small little curls tickle against my hungry tongue but are soon soaked, clinging to her as I feast on the sweet nectar that trickles. I feel her muscles tighten and release erratically as I latch myself to the hooded nub that draws the most reaction from her squirming body.
Reaching around and weaving my arms to hold the outside of her shaking thighs I pull, freeing up just a bit more room for me to sink into, deepening my mouth’s grip on her very slick clit as I flick it dangerously with my tongue.
“Ah,” she wails at the assault. “D—Dawson… I--”
She can’t finish her sentence as her body convulses in spasms, exploding one after another, leaving her to drown in the aftershocks as I take one final long drawn-out lick of my new favorite treat.
I nibble at the space inside her thigh, the almost nonexistent softness to her stomach as I bring my knees in to settle between her legs. Sitting up, I watch my handiwork fade from her body and revel in the reaction I have on her.
Her eyes are closed softly, her muscles now relaxed. A small content smile plays out on her dreamy lips. I can’t fight the temptation and use my fingers to guide the tip of my cock to bathe in the hot, creamy, wetness that is her pussy.
A deep guttural growl starts low and escapes my lips as I feel her on the very outer rim of my dick, and I imagine what it would feel like just a little deeper. I play with her, with myself, moving up and down the narrow track, knowing that I’m coming dangerously close to loosing all reason and taking her for myself right here, right now, like this, the way it’s supposed to be. Skin on skin.
“No,” she breathes huskily. “We can’t.”
I feel my shoulders fall as I accept the fact that I can’t have it all right now. I can only have a taste. “I know, Angel. I’ll wrap it up tonight, but we gotta fix that problem soon.”
I replace my angry cock with my thumb as I work the now supple little bud in circles, readying her for round two. With my one free hand I reach and fumble through the pocket of the jeans puddled near my feet for my wallet, blindly searching for the sharp edge of the condom wrapper until it’s found.
Whipping it out, I use my teeth to tear at the corner, ripping it open. The jarring sound turns her on under my fingers and I feel her soft little nub tighten once more.
Expertly covering myself in the thin but dreaded latex with one hand I check to make sure it’s secure. I fucking hate these things, even though I wear one every single fucking time. The women I rolled with, fucked on the fly, you don’t want to go without a wrapper. But with Angel … it feels like a sin.
“Ready, baby?” I ask, using her response to gauge exactly how deep and fast to make my initial thrust. I know how hard I want to go, I just don’t know if she can handle it, being all delicate like she is.
I line myself up over her opening and prod the head in and out, stretching the outer brim of her tightness as I lean forward stretching myself out as if I’m doing a pushup directly over her.
She lifts her neck up to find me, hands weaving through my short hair, nails digging deep. I swirl my hips to widen her more, knowing that I’m damn thick enough to split a little thing like her.
Angel takes control of the kiss, deepening it, milking it, and I swear I stop breathing for a second before she releases my mouth.
“Ready,” she bites my lower lip. Hard.
Alrighty then.
Let’s fucking do this.
~*~
I stare blindly ahead into the dark of Angel’s bedroom. The cheap mattress under us is lopsided at angle now, probably from a broken bedframe. The tableside lamp crashed onto the floor at some point, probably shattered into a million pieces.
The room smells like sex and latex, an overdose of pheromones still lingering around us. The sheets are soaked in some places, damp in others.
Other than the heavy breathing, the room is quiet. We’re both in shock. Probably me more than her. That was crazy, raw, rough, gentle, a fucking million things all rolled into one.
It’s a damn miracle the condom lasted, didn’t break.
Every breath she takes sends shivers up my spine, reminding me that she’s real. Every few seconds I find some excuse to shift, to hold her closer as she nuzzles into my side, to feel her and convince myself that it’s not a dream.
“You sure I didn’t hurt you?” I ask for the third time.
Angel laughs into my chest where she’s burrowed a nice little place for herself. “I told you, I’m fine. Probably won’t be able to ride a bike for a few days. Or go for a jog. Or bend over. But, I’ll make due.”
She’s trying to make light of the situation, but I still feel like an asshole. I should have known better, should have held back. I’ve known from the get-go, from the first moment I set eyes on her that she’s different, nothing like the whores that flock around guys like me.
I can tell by just how tight her sweet pussy is that no one’s been there in a long time. Especially no one as big as me. That thought alone brings a shit-eating grin to my lips.
A perfect pussy like hers is enough to bring a grown man to his knees and make a believer outta him. Consider me redeemed, a changed man. Once you’ve had a taste of a golden piece of heaven like hers, there’s no going back, no way to satisfy the hunger for it.
“You should have told me to stop, Angel, to ease up a bit.” I angle my chin to rest on top of her soft but damp hair.
I know in any other neighborhood, the sounds that came from this house while we were fucking would have caused the neighbors to call the cops. Thank God for small blessings. At least this shithole of an apartment was good for something tonight.
Her voice is tired, frail. “I didn’t want you to.”
I shake my head to myself. This girl has no idea what’s good for her. If she did, she would have turned around and ran the other way the first time she fucking laid eyes on me. Now it’s too late. I won’t let her leave if she tries.
“Promise me, Angel. Promise me you’ll let me know next time.”
Her short little arm
tries to wrap around to the other side of me but can’t reach. “Why do you call me that? Call me Angel?”
I roll to my side so we’re facing each other. “I don’t know. A nickname. You look like an Angel to me, I guess.”
“Oh,” her voice drops. “A nickname.” I feel her pull away from me. “I’ve heard about your nicknames.”
The fuck? I grab her and bring her in close again. She puts up half a fight. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She hides her face from me. “Your friend. Candy. She told me to ask you about the nickname you gave her. You have a habit of handing them out to women? Or are Candy and I the lucky ones?”
I feel her resistance grow against me as she tries to push my arm away.
Fuck.
“What do you want me to say, Angel? You want me to tell you it’s a lie?” I ask her, silently cursing that bitch Candy and her big mouth.
“Something tells me you can be a pretty convincing liar if you tried,” she calls me out, seeing me for who I am.
Rolling my eyes, I breathe out and roll over, taking her with me. “I fucked her, okay? I fucked a shit load of other women too. I’m no saint, Angel. I’m as bad as they come. That’s the truth.”
There’s a biting edge to her voice. “Good to know. Thanks for the honesty.”
Shit like this don’t come easy for me. “You want me to be honest? Then I’ll be fucking honest. You got something that makes me question the very basic shit I never had reason to question before, Angel. You asked why I call you that? Why I call you Angel? ‘Cause you’re nothing like me. You’re good. You’re decent. You’re everything I should want but never have, and fuck me for being selfish and breaking the rules of things, but damn it, I want you. And I’m gonna have you.”
I’m nearly barking, I’m so fucking riled up.
“If—if I’m an angel, and I’m nothing like you… then that means you’re the devil,” she does the math.
I’ve been called that. I’ve been called worse. It’s all fucking true. “You don’t need to worry about any of that, Angel. I swear to you I’ll never fuck you over, I’ll never hit you, I’ll never do vile shit--”
“You’ll never fuck around behind my back?” She props herself up on her elbows, looming over me.
“Angel--”
She doesn’t know this life. She doesn’t get it yet. I want to say I won’t, hell, I even mean it, but that don’t mean it’s a reality for a guy like me.
She sits up fully now, the fading moonlight spreading in shards over her naked body as the sheet falls away. Her eyes take on the hardened look I’ve seen when she gets determined, a look I know I get in my own eyes often, and she reaches down, grabbing my softened and exhausted cock in her hand, squeezing it.
“You’ll never fuck around behind my back,” she repeats the phrase, only this time it’s not a question.
I feel my lip curl, the muscle between my eye and my nose twitching dangerously. My men run like hell when they see that twitch. I wonder if she sees it now through the dark, if she knows how risky this is for her.
I fight against the urge to throw her down and punish her the way I should for pulling a stunt like this, the way any Slayer would. She twists her hand, bringing my shaft with it.
“You know what you’re doing, Angel?” My words are like barbed wire, deadly sharp.
She’s no match for me, even with my growing dick in her hands, but I don’t move. Not yet.
For such a small little thing, she’s got balls. I’ll give her that. The problem with having balls is that sometimes it can get you into shit you can’t get out of.
“Yup,” she answers, and I’m pretty sure she believes it too. “As long as you’re fucking me, this dick doesn’t even touch another girl, you got me? I swear to God, Dawson, the first time it does, I’m gone. You’ll never see me again and I’ll find someone else who knows how to keep it in his pants.”
That’s it. That’s crossing a line.
She’s caught by surprise, her eyes wide and bewildered as I turn the tables on her, grabbing her arm even though it causes her to squeeze my cock harder until I pull it off. Sure it hurts, but hell, it fucking turns me on too.
I twist the guilty arm up behind her just enough to hold her still and position myself at her back, my pulsing dick wedged between myself and her ass.
“You want to call the shots? Make the rules?” I twist her arm just a touch more until she gasps. I’m pretty sure she’s never had a broken arm before otherwise she’d know how far from it she is right now. I’m just sending a message. If she’s gonna grab me by the balls then she’d better have a damn good reason.
“You’re gonna find someone else who knows how to keep it in his pants?” I growl in her ear. “You even think about looking at some other dick and I’ll kill him, you hear me, Angel? I said I’ll be good to you and I will. I said I’ll never do you wrong and I won’t. You want me to swear I’ll never cheat on you too? Fine. Done. But there’s other shit that comes with a promise like that. Shit that I don’t know you’re ready for, but fuck, you asked for it, so you’re gonna get it. You wanna be the only one?”
I loosen my grip on her arm, but find she doesn’t take the opportunity to steal it away. Her body is rigid against mine but she doesn’t run free. I use my free hand to clamp her chin and angle it to me above her.
She nods, answering me. This is so fucked up. She’s seen just a glimpse of the devil in me just now and she fucking wants it? She wants to be the only one?
Her chest heaves heavily and I feel a hot drop of thick liquid land on my knee that’s wedged between her legs as I hold her up. Holy shit. Her need escapes her pussy, betraying her in a tiny trickle, so sweet and pungent that I can smell it from up here.
I feel my eyes roll back as I inhale deep.
“You want it, Angel? You got it.” I take her mouth from over her shoulder, hard, unrelenting and draw power from it.
She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into, but she’s about to find out. She’s mine now.
I pull my mouth free from hers and there’s a metallic tinge where her teeth, or mine, have drawn blood.
I push her forward, down on the bed, so her ass is nice and high against me. My dick is at full attention now, roaring, and won’t be satisfied with anything less than what it wants.
I rest my hand on her juicy ass while I fist and pump myself ready with the other.
“Dawson,” her voice is needy, wanting.
I let my thumb roam to the tightly clenched little star between her round cheeks. I can tell from her reaction that no one’s claimed it yet.
I want it.
Massaging and coaxing the firm muscle, I make my intentions known.
“Dawson!” Her squeaky voice rises a few pitches.
I feel a gluey-drip of pre-cum drip onto my other hand and use it as lube to add to the gentle massage of her unyielding ass. She’s tighter than a fucking vice and it only makes me want it more.
I swirl round and round, dipping closer and closer to the innermost part of the small center with each pass. She’s relaxing, I can feel it, but I need more lube.
I dip my cock through her soft pussy lips, pushing it all the way through to the top, where it hits her clit with every thrust. She cries out every time the little thing is played with as I stroke myself through her juices, lathering myself.
“You want to be mine, Angel?” I call out into the dark just as my thumb claims a victory, swallowed by her virgin ass. “There’s no going back.”
Her cheek is pressed against the pillow, her eyes closed tight. I can see her fingers clutching onto the blankets, holding on for dear life. “Yes,” she whispers.
Her wish is my command.
I open my lips and let a little stream fall from my tongue, cooling through the night air until it’s dropped down onto the indent of the crack of her ass. She hisses as the cold liquid drips to where I want it, my now invisible thumb making good use of the slickness.
T
his is it.
I steal my cock from where it’s been gliding and stand tall on my knees to reach the new target. She whines with the absence against her greedy clit. Just as I lean forward so that my stomach is resting on her back, I quickly pull my thumb and replace the void with the gleaming head of my cock, adding just enough pressure to slip inside.
Holy fuck!
I freeze, overwhelmed, trying like hell to contain how eager I am. I breathe in deep, breathe out even deeper. I open my eyes for the first time since entering her like this and look down.
Fuck!
That doesn’t help.
Just the sight of my throbbing dick buried even the slightest bit inside her ass, my ass, is enough to make me explode like a fucking cherry bomb on the Fourth of July. I look away quickly and try to distract myself while she relaxes and adjusts to the new sensation.
I see her breathing in a shallow way, frozen from the penetration, her fingers wriggling. God, she’s fucking beautiful. She’s an Angel, my Angel. I bend down further, inadvertently pushing myself in deeper and I hear her gasp from it.
Resting my lips on the tight skin of her back, I kiss the little indent made by her spine, kiss the sides where she’s apparently ticklish because it makes her giggle, and I smile.
She laughs. From nerves, I can tell, but still a laugh. For the briefest bit of time, the importance of the moment is felt. It’s her first. I’m her first. I don’t know where the hell, from what depth that thought is coming from, but it’s there.
I’m the first and I’ll be the only, I tell myself.
“Here,” I kiss her back one last time and press forward yet again, deeper still. She gasps softer this time as I reach for her hand and guide it down gently until it disappears under her where I place it, training it between her legs to give her just a fraction of the pleasure she’s giving me right now.
I inch my way closer, as close as I can get until I’m swallowed to the hilt, having claimed every inch of her. I kiss the back of her neck and she grins.
“Mine,” I whisper.
CHAPTER SEVEN
MOLLY
