Angel

by Dani Wyatt

  No other voice but hers could reason with me right now.

  I drop the piece of human filth like a lead weight, not caring if the fall breaks him. He crashes to the floor, knocking over a waste basket and landing forward on his face, blood streaming in a long string from the gash on his lip.

  “You don’t deserve to live.” I kick the spilled garbage over him but it’s her I need to care for right now.

  My Angel turns her lips upward and then sticks her tongue out at the lump of flesh on the floor.

  “You wanna take a shot?” I can’t help it – she looks so fucking cute staring him down with me at her back.

  “Naw. I think you covered it.”

  A relieved smile breaks out on her lips, like finally she knows she’s going to be safe, and it’s so damn beautiful. She just made me her bitch. My cock is diamond hard, but at least today I wore armor, two layers of Under Armor, and it’s still barely enough to trap my dick so it won’t scare anyone within a hundred yards.

  “Come here.” I lean down and I can’t help myself. I have to pick her up. She gives me a quizzical stare for just a moment, but she’s light as a feather, and when she opens her legs and wraps them around my waist, I know what it means to love someone more than yourself.

  By most people’s standards I barely know her, but I know what’s mine and I will protect her and love her until the last breath I take.

  I start to lead us toward the back door as she brings her hands to the back of my neck.

  “Wait.” Her eyes go wide and my heart sinks. “My purse. It’s in the office. On the floor.” The sparkle in her eyes turns dark, her fear returning for a moment. She doesn’t yet realize that I am her shield against anything and anyone that could harm her from here on out.

  I’m at the office door again in three huge strides keeping her tight against my chest.

  She clings to me, her sweet warm breath floating next to my ear and bolts of dangerous sexual energy ripple through my body. “That’s Eddie.”

  “Um hum,” I grunt, giving him the stink eye. He’s managed to get himself on all fours and that’s exactly where a bitch like him belongs. “Don’t get up. You stay right down there until we’re out that back door. And if you ever do anything to hurt her again, I’m going to tear out your throat with my teeth. And that includes you thinking you should call the cops. Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”

  “Fuck you. I’ll call the fucking cops and you’ll be banged up right where you belong, motherfucker.” Eddie manages to rise to his knees. His bravado is only half-cocked but I can’t believe he’s even this brave.

  “You want to call them?” I step forward and watch him flinch. “Sure, you could. But you and I both know that’s not in your best interests, don’t we?” Eddie’s eyes narrow as he grabs a handful of napkins from the top of the desk and wipes the bloody saliva from his chin.

  “Magnus, please can we go?” Angel’s hands squeeze my shoulders, making me sigh even through my anger.

  “I know you, I know everything. You’re like an open book.” I wag my finger at him. “Why’d your wife leave you, Eddie? Huh? Maybe we should call her and find out.” I taunt him. His eyes are wide, glancing between Cassie’s face and mine.

  I know it must look fucking bizarre how I’m carrying her like a doll on my hip, but it’s the most perfect spot and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. Least of all him.

  He licks his lips and falls back on his heels. His chest deflates a bit and he stares at the wall. Anyone that was around her, I did some digging and made sure I knew who they were, and this piece of shit has some background that would not work in his favor if he called the police.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I turn to gather Angel a little higher on my hip. Her eyes are darting from me to Eddie, then back as I secure her.

  “We’re done here.” Three steps and we are on our way out the office door. And that’s when Eddie barks at us from behind.

  “You’re not safe with him, Chastity. Maybe you should find out who he is. The things he’s done!”

  A knot tightens inside me as I step up the pace of our retreat. Angel is quiet by my side, but Eddie’s last words scratch in the back of my brain.

  We’re in the car and I’m having a very hard time not pulling her over to me and tearing her clothes off. The need that courses through me cannot be contained much longer, and if the way she allowed me to carry her out of that place was any indication, the months of subtle cues and clues about who we are and how we feel about each other simply needs to be unearthed once and for all.

  “I guess I’m out of a job.” Angel’s got her hands in her lap and I love that she looks over at me when she says it.

  The energy is charged; the inside of the car nearly vibrates in the space between us. The way she’s clasping one hand inside the other, then releasing and doing it again tells me she’s feeling it too.

  “Do you really want that job?” I ask.

  I want her in my bed, in my house, so that I can take care of her every want, need, and desire, and I’m fairly sure this job will get in the way of my plans. But if she loves it, then I’ll make it right and have a chat with Eddie to be damn sure she is not only secure in her job but that he finds himself new employment elsewhere. Because if she wants to go back to work, I get it, but there is no fucking way that jagoff is going within ten miles of her ever again.

  “I don’t mind it. And I have bills to pay. And it could be worse.” She brushes her hands across her forehead, then fusses with the neckline of her rose pink sweater. The way the buttons down the front strain over the swell of her tits has my mouth watering to taste them.

  “Okay. Then you don’t work there anymore. You don’t have bills to pay; you don’t need to worry about that now.”

  I slip the key into the ignition and roar the Charger to life. I can see her nipples pressing out from the clinging pink fabric and I can’t deny how badly I want to suck those nipples hard and full until my mouth is stuffed with her. I want her innocence around me, and I want to make her filthy with every depraved fantasy I’ve had for the last three months.

  I want the world to see the sweet, naive girl, but behind my doors I want her completely at my mercy. Available and greedy for me as I am for her.

  “But—”

  “Stop.” I turn to her with a harder voice than intended, but suddenly all the waiting has come to a peak and I don’t just want to start at the beginning with her. I put the car into reverse, thinking of where I want to take her.

  I don’t want a date. I want a life. And I want it now, with her. “We’ll talk about that later.” I reach over and draw her hand away from her neck where she can’t seem to stop fidgeting.

  Her eyes fall from mine, looking everywhere but my direction. I press on the gas, the car inching backwards out of the parking space.

  “I want to take you to my family’s house on Lake Sherwood. It’s only twenty minutes from here. Let’s go there and talk. I want to know so much more about you. I want to know everything about you. Would you like that?”

  I want to jump right over the impatient, self-conscious beginnings of this and straight into showing her what her new place in the world will be. With me eating her pussy or her between my legs with either her hand or her mouth on my cock.

  I want to move her in, but I’ll hold back. Because I have to, for her sake.

  “Sure. This has been a very strange day.” The soft giggle that falls from her sweet lips tightens my chest and thickens my cock until it can barely be contained.

  “I know things have been bad for you today, Angel, but I hope they’re also starting to become good. Because this is quickly becoming the best day I’ve had in as long as I can remember.”

  Her hesitant, sweet smile lights up my heart and I swear her shoulders quiver as she starts to laugh, the tension of what’s just happened starting to ease. When I give her fingers a little squeeze and she returns the same, I feel like the world has
become a more beautiful place. There’s fucking rainbows and unicorns dancing around in my head. Maybe that’s fucking crazy but it’s true.

  I reach my left hand across my body to put the Charger in drive because I refuse to let go of her hand. As I ease the car forward, I hear the soft sigh that tumbles from her ripe, glazed lips and I imagine what sounds she will make the first time my tongue slips inside her cunt.

  Hell, I’m almost afraid of the sounds I will fucking make the first time I get my mouth on her innocence. I know a lot of people think I’m half animal already, and fuck, maybe I am because the thought of her flavor as it spreads over my tongue has rumbles and growls already surfacing from some primal part of me I’ve never known before.

  The sound of her happiness is my muse. It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve heard before and it makes me wonder what I will do when I hear her cum for the first time. It may just be what kills me.

  We’re at the back of the parking lot when she draws our entwined fingers over onto her thigh, hiking up the hem of her skirt a little. I’m not even sure she knows why she’s doing it, but I do. As she exposes the warm, silky skin, my ability to concentrate on driving gives out.

  I aim the car into the furthest back corner of the lot, where huge oak trees overhang, nearly covering us, then I put it back in park and release her fingers from mine. The windows are nicely tinted as well, so I’m sure no one will be able to see. I’m greedy to feel her flesh under my palm. Even now my fingers are tightening on the inside of her thigh, and I just wish I were kissing her there.

  “Why are we stopping?”

  “Because, Angel, I can’t wait. There are things I can’t stop thinking about, things I want to do to you, and I’m afraid I will drive us off the road if I don’t get some relief. I can’t stop thinking of how your cunt will taste, how your tongue will feel inside my mouth, and that’s just the beginning.” I search her face, almost shocked at the honesty and vulgarity of my own words. I fully expect her to smack my hand away. But somehow I know it won’t matter. What’s mine is mine, and sooner or later she will come to understand.

  But my Angel has a surprise up her sleeve for me.

  “Why aren’t you kissing me then?” She pushes my hand another two inches up her silky skin, turning her body my way, and my mind goes blank.

  For the space of a single breath, my life is focused on those beautiful words, and I can hear my blood pumping in my ears. A single sentence, but it means the universe to me.

  You’ve never seen such a giant man move so quickly.

  Chapter Eight

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  MAGNUS

  I cover her with my mouth, with my body, grappling with her tiny limbs, pulling her into my chest as one hand reaches down to lay the seat back a few inches. I want her to stay here for eternity.

  She lets out a little whistling, whispering moan when my lips touch hers. They are even softer than I ever imagined in all my fantasies. Her flavor is like springtime and honey, with a dash of dynamite.

  Hesitation doesn’t even have any meaning for me any more. That first kiss wasn’t soft, it was greedy and selfish. Too many days have gone by with just dreams of her, and I’m not a patient man.

  My tongue slices between her full lips. My movements are harsh, delving deep on the first stroke so she has no doubt I’m here to claim what’s mine and I intend to be here again and again. I don’t want her to doubt what I’m feeling; I need her to know how deep down she’s touched me, how many of my dreams she’s starred in. All of them, in fact. I imagine her sharing every moment with me, and in my mind’s eye I see how good it could be.

  I wish I could have saved all the moments in my life before this one, all the moments from hers as well, so we could share them together for the rest of our lives.

  My massive hands easily circle her tiny neck, arching her head back as my eyes engulf her, tugging her so close I feel the softness of her tits against the rock hard wall of my pectoral muscles. The poke of her hard nipples only searing her into me more than the moment before.

  Our kiss is a fury. I expected this tiny girl to shrink from me. I’m a massive, hairy beast next to her silky softness. She doesn’t just pull at my shirt, but fists the fabric as though our kiss is her lifeline, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst in my chest.

  My own desire is multiplied a thousand fold because she wants me back. Because that is really all I need to know.

  We both take a shaking breath, our lips still softly connected. My forehead touching hers for a long moment, stringing together all the memories I’ve made with her in my dreams, realizing they’d felt nothing close to the real thing.

  “Jesus, Angel.” The words catch as I release them and I have to clear my throat to continue. “You feel better than every dream I’ve had about you. Please, kiss me again, right now before I die.” My cock aches as she leans forward.

  Now it’s teeth and tongues and wet lips sliding back and forth as my cock cries out in pain, bending in half inside my layers of compression shorts. I want her mouth, her hand, her tits and her cunt. I want them all on me and around me in all the filthy, depraved ways I’ve ever dreamed.

  The car is not the best place for this, but she’s giving me no indication that she wants anything different. She is as rapt as I am in this moment.

  My fingers move with purpose; a fleeting thought about being gentle crashes around in my mind, but that is not possible. I glide up her thigh until I feel the fabric between her legs, pressing my knuckles into the little valley of her panties, seeking out the heat that is rising from her, needing to feel the soaking wetness that will soon be on my tongue.

  I break the kiss, both of us panting as her eyes waver for a moment, trying to find focus. Her head tilts back to rest against the window. Her eyes catch mine with a flash of sparkling green lust, and I want to memorize everything about his moment... I need her to look at me like this every time, in awe as I give her what she needs and craves.

  “Open your legs.” It comes out as a growling order, not a request. “Wider,” I grunt, and I watch her mouth fall open as she draws in a deep breath and her thighs spread under my touch. “There are so many things I want to do to you, Angel, do you know that? Can you feel that?”

  I push my hand harder between her legs, demanding she open for me, my fist banging forward watching her beautiful, jade-green eyes widen as she nods her head ever so slightly.

  “This is so strange, isn’t it?” she manages to stutter as I shift my knuckles into the wet dent of her panties. I feel her juices soaking through and it sends a shock wave up my arm, raising the beast already fighting to get out.

  “I don’t think it’s strange, Angel. Does this feel strange?” My fingers slip between the elastic and the edge of her upper thigh, into that sensitive spot, and her precious lips open further to steal halting breaths, each of which I bend closer to capture with my mouth.

  I tease, running my fingers now up and down the circle of elastic, tempting myself to delve, to feel what will soon be mine, the flavor of her perfection. I can tell from the bit I’m managed to feel, she’s smooth and hairless. I close the remaining space between her face and mind, my tongue jutting out to trace around the outline of her open lips. Then spinning inside her mouth as her hands come up to rest on my cheeks with a devilish grip.

  Each second of this first time I’m committing to memory so I can play it over and over in my head until the last moments of my life. Nothing has ever been so poignant, so destined. I’m a virgin in so many ways just like her, because nothing and no one has ever come close to making me feel these kinds of soul-reaching sensations.

  She tenses as my fingers jerk her panties to the side. I tug and pull until the cotton fabric hangs loose, the elastic giving up and showing me what I crave. The scent of her arousal hits me like a cannon ball to my nuts and I have to pull back from our kiss and bite my lip to keep from emptying them right there.

  “
Baby, you’re so wet.” It’s like Christmas and New Years and every fucking win I could ever imagine. “So fucking wet. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt, Angel. You’re wet for me.” My voice throttles up a notch at the thought that I did this to her, and my dick threatens to erupt, my balls throb, wanting to spread my seed all over her. Mouth, tits, pussy and ass. I’ve imagined them all. And I’m about to embark on what will be the first of an endless number of moments like this.

  “You have that effect on me.” She tugs at my neck and giggles as my fingers brush her naked outer lips, sending my mind into a spin. “I’ve started bringing an extra pair of panties to work because of you.”

  “Christ.” My voice trails off as I bring my forehead to rest on top of her head. It’s all too beautiful. Her words, her scent, the first moment my fingers slipped inside to feel the delicate flesh, sopping and silky on my calloused fingertips. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this. About us. It hurts to breathe around you I need you so bad.”

  I drop one hand to grip the front of my pants, showing her the effect she has on me.

  “I guess we were slow starters.” Her breathless words come out in a little burst as I quit the teasing and discover her clit and stroke it between two fingers. “Oh my god.”

  I’ve pleasured myself while imagining this moment so many times, it takes a Herculean effort not to spill right now. My balls are practically inside my body, drawn up so tight and ready to heave, but I want the one thing I’ve needed the most. Two things. I need her to know who I am, and I need her to cum.

  “Magnus.” The thrust of my fingers low into her soaking heat elicits my name with a gasp. Her eyes pop open and she leans back to look into my face.

  “You’ll always be safe with me, Angel. You know that already, don’t you?”

  She nods, her breaths coming faster as I slip one finger just inside her opening, the pad of my thumb strumming over her clit in time with her breathing. She shifts her soft rump as she settles back farther on the passenger seat, my body in the center of the space, thanking Christ I hadn’t ever switched out the front bench for bucket seats. She lowers another inch on the slick vinyl, giving me better access. Her eyes flutter open and closed as I play and gently glide a thick finger where her body gushes then hold it still.