ANGEL OF LIGHT - Sneak Peek
Max
Three years ago
A silk soft hand rested on my naked chest. It was as light as a feather, but there was no mistaking the destruction those slender fingers left in their wake.
Before Alison fell asleep, they had danced in a soothing rhythm on the spot above my heart. It was a simple, maybe even muscle-memory-like gesture, but the path those digits traced seemed to cut me deeper than the acid-covered slashes her brother had gifted me earlier.
While she slept soundly, I stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out my next move. As much as I tried to divert my brain with logic and facts, it constantly wandered back to the same resolution. There was only one injurious word echoing in my brain like a damn life sentence – betrayal. It didn’t matter what I chose to do, I’d end up double-crossing someone in the end.
This was a big fucking mistake.
As if sensing my thoughts, Alison stirred in her slumber, her leg lacing with mine while her pussy settled against my thigh. She was still wet from both her orgasm and my saliva, and if I hadn’t already been hard for the whole hour I held her in my arms, her slick pussy rubbing against my skin was enough to do the trick.
Her long hair spread across my stomach and chest, painting it in stripes of raven in contrast with the red, punishing ones that still burned like hell.
How was it that not even that encounter with her brothers was enough to stop my craving for her? This was not the plan. It never should have gone this far, but it was like Alison had a strange hold on me. A magic way to make me cave. And if the first time it had been only a kiss, this second one was a lot less innocent.
Not to mention the devastating effects. Being buried in her virgin pussy did things to me. The way she smiled at me like I mattered. Like she saw me for who I was and not the puppet I’d been all my life.
I looked down at her again, my chest heaving slower so as not to shake her.
Alison’s soft and steady breathing whispered a promise of destruction against my skin. But it didn’t matter. Not when her face was a canvas of contentment, peace, and satisfaction.
I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been the culprit for such a sullen expression. The infinite possibility that could be true made my chest swell with pride and my cock twitch with a need for attention.
How I had managed to hold off for so long after being buried in her tight little cunt was beyond me.
I wrapped my hand around my hard shaft and stroked it once. The groan that left my lips at the immediate surge of pleasure made Alison stir again, her pussy grinding into my thigh further.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my hips bucked for another stroke of my hand on my dick.
How wrong would it be if I jerked off while Alison slept obliviously in my arms? Did it really matter? Absolutely fucking not. Not now that my muscles were tense with pleasure and the need to burst became too overwhelming to control.
Burying my nose in Alison’s hair, I inhaled sharply while my hand worked in a rhythm that would soon be spilling cum all over my stomach.
She smelled like rain. Like sex. She smelled like a night I’d never forget.
The taste of her arousal still lingered on my tongue, and the image of her writhing in pleasure fuelled each angry pump of my fist.
Every muscle in my body tensed, and with one more stroke, I came hard and glorious. Biting down on my bottom lip, I swallowed my groan of pleasure while my body jerked with each rope of cum that spilled from my aching cock.
Some of it had landed on Alison’s hair, and fuck me if that didn’t bring even more satisfaction to what I’d just done.
It would have been better if it coated her tongue or her pussy, but I’d take what I got, and right now, marking her in any way was better than her leaving without a part of me.
Before I could catch my breath, my phone buzzed in the drawer of my nightstand with an incoming call. The phone that should never ring.
As gently as I could, I pulled away from under Alison, stopping for a minute to make sure she was still sound asleep. She adjusted herself, turning around onto the other side, gracing me with the marvelous view of her naked ass in my bed.
In my bed.
Another string of buzzes pulled me out of that stare. I took the burner from the drawer, not bothering to look at the caller ID, together with a bunch of tissues to wipe myself clean.
“I thought we’d agreed you’d stay the fuck away and not bother me,”