Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Surprisingly, Angelica wasn’t nervous at all.
What happened today was horrible, but she was proud of the fact that she’d kept her head and managed to take care of the situation herself.
It wasn’t okay that Dwayne had died in such an awful way, but honestly, he’d brought it on himself.
Drinking and driving, his hatred for her, his recklessness, his feeling of superiority, it all cumulated in his death.
She was moving on. And even though she was kind of embarrassed that after her mini freak out in the road, her thoughts immediately turned to sex, she couldn’t help thinking about how Whip had said he wouldn’t make love to her until she was no longer married, and with Dwayne’s death, she was now free.
She wanted Whip.
More than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
Being with him made her feel pretty. Sexy. Desirable. He made her feel as if she was the most important person in the world to him. It was a heady experience. Not to mention how good he made her feel when he touched her.
It seemed like forever ago instead of just that morning when he’d promised she could finally see him. All of him. And she wanted that. Badly.
And the good news was, they wouldn’t have to stop at getting each other off with their hands and mouths. He could finally make love to her.
The words he’d said to her previously were imprinted on her brain.
I’m going to take you to my bed and keep you there for at least two days straight. You’re going to be so sore you won’t be able to walk. My cock is gonna be rubbed raw from fucking you.
Her core clenched at the imagery his words evoked.
Sex with her husband had been all about him.
About his pleasure. What he wanted. He’d never cared if she’d orgasmed or not.
Angelica had kept lube in the nightstand at all times, because he usually climbed on top of her and shoved himself into her body without a care for whether or not she was ready.
The lube frequently helped her avoid any pain when he fucked her.
Angelica was completely sure she wouldn’t need any artificial lubrication with Whip. If the times he’d used his hand to get her off were any indication, by the time he entered her, she’d be more than ready to take him.
“You’re quiet. Are you sure you’re okay? Your aches and pains have probably started to make themselves known, now that a little time has passed,” Whip said with a small frown.
They’d arrived back at the house and had greeted and fed the cats. He’d made her sit on the couch while he’d prepared an early dinner. He’d gotten her some over-the-counter painkillers and even poured her a glass of wine to help her relax.
And through it all, Angelica couldn’t keep her mind out of the gutter. Couldn’t stop thinking about sex with the man who was doing everything in his power to take care of her.
“I’m fine, Whip. You’ve made sure I’m very comfortable.
I’ve eaten, I’m feeling floaty from the glass of wine, and I’m not even that sore.
Yes, I still feel guilty about not turning left to go into town instead of right, but if I had, I’d still be worried about what Dwayne might be planning next or you’d be in handcuffs for doing something you couldn’t take back.
I’m not sorry he’s gone. That we can move on with our lives together.
And that’s what I want. I’m not married anymore, and you said that I could see and touch you tonight.
I’m holding you to that. If you’re not ready for more, for sex, I can wait until you are.
But tonight, I want to sleep in your bed. ”
She was proud of herself for saying what she wanted. Whip wasn’t Dwayne, and she’d learned over the last few weeks that he liked it when she spoke up. When she said what she was thinking.
Angelica wasn’t sure what Whip would do or say after her little speech…but she didn’t expect him to abruptly stand, turn to her, haul her off the couch, and drag her down the hall toward his bedroom.
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. This was happening. Finally!
He shut the bedroom door behind him, muttering, “Gotta keep the cats out. Don’t want any surprises while my balls are hanging out as tempting toys.”
She giggled at the imagery his words evoked, but her laughter ended when he pulled her to the side of the bed and dropped her hand. He reached behind him and pulled his shirt over his head, then reached for his jeans.
“Whip?”
“What?”
“Um…”
Before she could say anything else, he was standing in front of her without a stitch of clothing on. He spread his arms out as if inviting her to look her fill.
And look she did.
The man was a piece of art. Tattoos covered his chest, and he even had one on his thigh. His cock was hard and bobbing in front of him. His stomach muscles rippled as he stood there, stock still.
“I’m yours,” he said after a long moment. “Every bit of me is yours. To command. To pleasure, and pleasure you in return. To keep you safe. I fucked up that part today, but never again.”
Angelica shifted where she stood. Her pussy was weeping. Her underwear was soaked. Her hand moved without command from her brain. She wrapped it around his cock, which twitched in her hand as he let out a small groan.
She felt powerful for the first time ever.
She’d never had any power in the bedroom.
Her husband had always been the one in charge of sex.
Demanding it whether she was in the mood or not.
And the sooner she let him do what he wanted, the sooner she could go to sleep.
And it wasn’t like she had a choice. If she denied Dwayne, she paid for it with a new bruise or two.
Without thought, Angelica went to her knees in front of Whip. Looking up at him, she saw his intense gaze locked on her. Her hand lazily moved up and down his cock, spreading the lubrication that had begun to leak out of the tip as soon as she’d touched him.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s fucking perfect,” he growled.
His arms were still spread out, as if he was frozen in place.
Needing to taste him, as he’d done to her more than once, Angelica leaned forward and licked the tip. He was musky and salty at the same time. She wasn’t sure she loved it, but she didn’t hate it either.
Her hand kept moving, and she licked him again as she tightened her grip, twisting her hand as she stroked.
“Fuck,” Whip muttered under his breath.
Before she could do anything more, he exploded in her hand.
Come spurted out the tip of his cock, landing on her exposed upper chest and the shirt she still wore. Whip groaned as he throbbed in her hand. Angelica grinned and continued to stroke him through his orgasm. Her hand was also covered in his come, and it dripped down her fist onto the floor.
“Told you I was gonna come as soon as you fucking touched me,” Whip grumbled.
Angelica was hardly turned off. She considered it a compliment that he got so damn excited by the touch of her hand, he’d immediately orgasmed. She’d never been the kind of woman who men lost their heads over.
Looking up at him, she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on one of the fingers that was covered in his release. Just as he’d once done after fingering her.
Again, the jury was still out on if she liked his taste, but he didn’t give her time to think about it.
He reached down and pulled her to her feet, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and whisked it up and over her head.
He reached for her pants the same time she reached behind her to undo her bra.
She was just as frantic to do away with her clothes as Whip.
Before she could blink, or feel nervous in any way, she was naked.
Whip froze with his hands on her hips, taking her in. His gaze moving from her chest to between her legs before finally coming back to her face.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you,” he breathed. “Or as small. Fuck. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The difference in their size had never felt so obvious as right now. His six-foot-four height gave him more than twelve inches on Angelica. He was muscular all over, and she was…not. But his size made her feel safe. Protected. She wasn’t scared of him. Not in the least.
Smiling, Angelica reached for his cock and began stroking once more. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been the first time she touched him, but the moment her palm wrapped around him, she felt him stiffening.
Whip moved then, picking her up and literally throwing her onto the mattress. She giggled as he joined her. To her surprise, he flopped down onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She quickly straddled his hips.
“You’re going to have to be in charge this first time. Do what feels good. It’s going to be a tight fit, Angel,” Whip said, nodding between them.
Following his gaze, she admired his enormous cock trapped between them. He was right; he was bigger than anyone she’d had before. Certainly bigger than Dwayne’s dick. And she couldn’t wait. Wanted to feel him filling her.
She grinned and reached for him.
He stopped her, putting his hands on her hips and tugging her up his chest.
“What happened to me being in charge?” she asked with a laugh.
“You’re in charge of putting my cock inside you…but we aren’t ready for that yet. You aren’t ready. I need you to be dripping. Soaking wet first.”
“I’m ready!” Angelica protested. But she swallowed anything else she might’ve said when Whip pulled her up until he could reach her pussy—and dove in.
She couldn’t speak. Could only hold on to the headboard as Whip ate her out.
He wasn’t gentle about it either. He slurped and sucked and urged her to move over him.
So she did. She rocked against his face as he did his best to keep his mouth on her clit.
It didn’t take her long to come. She let out a cry as her orgasm swept over her.
“Again,” he ordered, as soon as she stopped shaking.
“No, I—”
He ignored her, holding her in place as he once more attacked her clit.