Chapter 9 #2
He brought her to orgasm twice more before he decided she was wet enough and eased her back down his chest.
Angelica felt wrung out. She was sweaty and shaky, but the second she felt Whip’s cock brush against her folds, she was suddenly ready for more.
“Hang on,” he ordered, leaning over and grabbing the handle of the drawer in the nightstand. He found a condom and ripped open the packet with his teeth, and Angelica rose up on her knees, giving him some space to roll it over his cock.
“I haven’t had sex in years,” he told her bluntly. “But I don’t want kids. That a problem?”
Relief swam through Angelica. She supposed most men thought all women wanted children, but not her. “What about cats? More, I mean. That okay?”
He grinned. “Fucking perfect for me. Yes, cats are fine. They’re assholes, but the kind of assholes I like.”
Angelica’s smile faded. “I’ll get tested as soon as I can. I don’t know if Dwayne was cheating on me, but it’s more than likely.”
“And I’ll take care of birth control. I’ll get a vasectomy. Gonna want to come inside you, Angel. Fill you up. It’s gonna be beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure the mess that would result from him coming inside her would be beautiful, but she had no problem with him taking care of birth control for them both. She nodded.
“Take me, Angel. Make me yours.”
Anticipation raced through her as she reached for his cock. She went up on her knees once more, scooted forward a little, and brushed the head of his cock through the wetness between her legs. She’d waited for this moment for what seemed like forever, and it was finally here.
Time to show the man beneath her how much she loved him.
How Whip was able to lay still under the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life, he had no idea. But he’d be damned if he did anything that might hurt her.
She was fucking tiny. His cock was as big as her damn forearm. He had no idea if she could take him or not. If she couldn’t—not comfortably, at least—he’d be completely all right with eating her out and fucking her with his fingers and maybe some toys for the rest of his life.
But fuck did he want to be inside her. He wanted that more than he wanted to breathe.
In fact, he held his breath now, as she shuffled forward and brushed his cock against her folds. He could feel her heat through the condom, and he forced himself to remain still. He wanted to thrust up. Wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but she was in charge.
Angel notched his cock between her folds and began to sink down. Whip’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he grunted as his cock leaked precome. She was strangling him with her body, and it felt incredible.
But if he thought his Angel would go slow, take her time getting used to his size, he’d been way wrong.
Once the head of his cock was inside her, she let her body drop, taking him inside her in one fell swoop.
She moaned, and Whip couldn’t stop the shout that escaped his lips.
“Fuck! Angel!”
He was impaled to the root—and Whip’s life changed completely. He’d thought he loved her before, but this…being connected to her in the most intimate way a man could connect to a woman…it fundamentally changed him. His purpose in life was now her.
Making her happy.
Seeing her laugh.
Keeping her safe.
Whatever she wanted, he’d bend over backward to give her.
“Whip,” she whispered, sounding awed. “You’re so deep. I’ve never…it’s…”
He stared up at her and marveled that she was with him.
Her nipples were hard and tight on her chest, her tits begging to be sucked.
Her stomach had an adorable little pooch, and their pubic hair looked erotic tangled together.
Hers blonde and his black. She was the angel to his devil, and he was in awe of how perfectly they fit.
She lifted off him, and Whip clenched his jaws so tightly he was sure he’d crack a tooth. The feel of her body caressing him as she moved was sexy as hell.
Angel smiled down at him as she braced her hands on his chest, her fingernails digging in a little as she rose and fell on his cock.
Her hair was mussed, and the smell of sex was thick in the air. All his senses were engaged for the first time ever while having sex, and all Whip could do was lie there and stare at the woman who’d stolen his heart.
“Whip? Is this okay? I want this to be good for you.”
She was feeling uneasy?
Unacceptable.
“Best I’ve ever had. I love you, Angel. You have no idea how much.”
Her shoulders visibly relaxed, the tension leaking out of her. “I love you too,” she whispered. Then added, “Do you think…can you take over? My legs feel kind of shaky and—”
He moved before she could finish her sentence. Had her on her back, staring down at his woman as he hovered over her.
She sighed in relief, then widened her legs and wrapped them loosely around his hips. He moved a hand under her ass and lifted her, feeling himself go even deeper.
“Yes!” she moaned, arching her back, shoving her little tits up at him. He was too tall to reach the buds with his mouth, but Whip took the time to pinch one of her nipples as he began to move in and out of her.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, arching her back even more.
She liked that.
Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of him. He couldn’t wait to find out all the things she liked. To take her in every position he could think of. She was passionate and sexy…and all his.
His balls itched, and he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come.
She felt too good. Was too tight around him.
He pulled one of her legs up and rested it in the crook of his arm, as he braced himself by spreading his thighs.
The position spread his Angel even farther, as well, giving him room to move his free hand between them.
He held still as far inside her as he could go as he manipulated her clit.
“Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”
She panted and stared into his eyes as she got closer and closer to the edge. “Whip!” she exclaimed, as her muscles shook.
The second she flew over the edge, Whip began to fuck her hard and fast. Shoving his way past her contracting muscles was as close to heaven as he could imagine he’d ever get. Her head flew back as she arched off the bed.
That was all it took. Whip exploded. He’d never come so hard in his life. He filled the condom and then some as the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt raced through his veins. He felt wrung out and exhilarated at the same time.
The last thing he wanted to do was leave her body—another reason to schedule that fucking vasectomy as soon as he could—but the second he was finished coming, he grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out of her.
He didn’t want to get her pregnant, and everyone knew a leaky condom wasn’t reliable.
But he didn’t go far. Whip moved down her body and settled himself between her legs.
“One more,” he mumbled, before licking between her folds and up to her clit.
His Angel startled and moaned as her hands dropped to his head. She didn’t push him away—she pulled him closer as he worked her clit to bring her over the edge once more.
It took a little longer for her to reach it this time, and he was gentle as he lapped at her clit and gently fucked her with a finger. But when she did go over the edge, he was just as proud and satisfied as when she’d come the last four times.
His cock twitched under him, but Whip ignored it. His Angel needed to rest. He wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. Now that he’d had her, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. But he’d let her sleep now. Recover.
Whip moved up the bed, pulled off the used condom and wrapped it in a tissue from the box next to the bed, which he dropped to the floor.
He’d throw it away later. Then he grabbed the covers and pulled them up and over them before settling on his back and pulling Angel against him.
She curled against him, using his shoulder as a pillow, throwing an arm over his chest, and bending one leg so it was hitched over his thigh.
He sighed in contentment as he held her close.
“Ummmm,” she mumbled against his skin.
“You good?” Whip asked.
“I’m more than good. I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are.”
He felt her smile against him. “Gonna rest now. But Whip, I think you’ve created a monster. I can’t wait to do that again.”
He grinned up at the ceiling. “Glad to hear it, Angel.”
“Love you.”
He kissed the top of her head. Seeing her white-blonde hair spread over his shoulder was so damn beautiful. His Angel. His fairy. He was a lucky son-of-a-bitch, and he’d spend the rest of his life making sure she knew how adored she was.
Opening his mouth to declare his love for her too, Whip paused when he heard a small snore. He chuckled softly and tightened his arms around her. Love. He never thought he’d care about another person the way he did the woman in his arms.
He wasn’t a good man.
Half the town hated him.
Most wouldn’t care if he up and left and never returned.
But the woman in his arms loved him.
It was a fucking miracle.