Chapter 3 #2
I haven’t tried tying up Abbey yet, but the truth is, I don’t need to do that to have my Angel at my mercy. What Kylie and I had was twisted and hollow, nothing compared to what I have with my wife.
Plus, Abbey was restrained by those fuckheads that assaulted her, and there’s no way I’ll risk dragging her back into that nightmare. There are so many other ways to explore each other’s bodies and boundaries. Ways that build trust.
With that in mind, I snatch my phone off the bedside table, and I shoot Lans a message to keep Tahli occupied for a couple of hours. She replies with a smug little smirk emoji, and I shake my head, because fuck, I knew she’d get why I was messaging, but I don’t wanna see her fucking encouragement.
My sister is getting more and more out of control.
These fucking lockdowns are eating at her, winding her up tighter every fucking day.
She’s a social butterfly, and loves male attention too fucking much, so right now, she’s like a caged tiger that needs to blow off some steam.
Preferably far fucking away from where I can see or hear any of it.
When the bathroom door swings open, I drop my phone back onto the table and watch my wife step out completely naked, her head tipped to the side as she uses her towel to dry her hair.
Fuck. I want to devour her completely for hours on end until she forgets her own name.
Moving to the end of the bed, I sink down onto the floor, never breaking eye contact as I lean back against the mattress and crook my finger, gesturing for her to come to me.
Her brows lift in question.
“Get over here, Angel,” I command. “Now.”
She stills at my demand, her lips parting as her breath quickens, and fuck, my cock turns to stone at the rush of power that surges through me from the simple act of bossing her around.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I snap, and she instantly drops the towel, moving towards me.
Ahhh, there’s my little submissive.
Her cheeks are flushed, the pink deepening when her eyes flick down and lock on my cock, thick and hard, and already weeping for her.
I flex my arse, making my cock jerk in invitation, as my greedy little Angel bites her lip, her eyes drifting back up to mine.
Reaching out, I take her hand, guiding her until she straddles me with one foot planted on each side of my thighs, and I tip my head back to look up her naked body as she gazes down at me too.
“Bring those lips here.” I tap my mouth, and the corner of hers kicks up as she leans down, her eyes on my mouth, ready to give me a kiss.
Ohhh, sometimes I forget how fucking innocent she is.
“Uh-uh. Not those lips,” I say, and she stills, her brows furrowing in confusion.
I fucking love this side of her. A little inexperienced.
Tilting my head, I gesture lower, straight to the heat between her legs. “The wet ones between those pretty thighs, Angel.”
She straightens, a small gasp escaping her, and I can tell by the way her eyes dart between us that she’s going to need more coaxing.
I’ve devoured her sweet cunt before, but always with her flat on her back. This new position maybe feels more exposing or intimate to her, but fuck her vulnerability is beautiful.
“I wanna eat my wife for dinner, Angel. Stop making me wait and straddle my face.”
Her brows hitch. “Straddle it?” she squeaks, and I nod, resting my head back on the mattress while dragging my tongue over my lips.
“Straddle it. Grind on it. Smother me with your pretty pink cunt.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly, clearly affected by not only my demand, but the dirty words I use that I know she loves. Hell, she doesn’t even flinch when I say the word cunt anymore.
“I can’t. I’ll like… suffocate you or something.”
Gliding my hands up the backs of her thighs, I reach her arse and give it a sharp squeeze.
“I told you to smother me, Angel. Why are you making me wait?” I growl, tugging her closer, my fingers sinking into those perfect globes, and another squeak flies from her lips.
She stumbles forward, her hands darting out and slapping down on the mattress behind my head as she catches herself, and I lean in close, burying my face between the apex of her thighs, my nose pressing to her clit.
“Fuuuck, Angel. You smell so fucking good.”
She moans, shifting her hands for balance on the mattress to either side of my head before she peers down at me, and when our eyes lock, I see the submissive in her eyes silently begging me to shove her over the line.
Releasing one of her perfect globes, I rear my hand back and bring it down hard across her arse, the crack bouncing off the walls of our room, and her gasping cry has the beast in me humming with approval.
“Fuck my face, Abbey. Now!”
She obeys instantly, her slick cunt pressing down against my lips, and I fucking groan as the taste of her hits my tongue.
It’s like a drug to me. A euphoric hit that has me ravenous for more, and my cock jerks as the heat of her smothers me exactly the way I wanted.
My tongue glides through her folds, tracing every inch before moving back to her clit and flicking it. Then, I seal my lips around the swollen bud and suck hard.
“Oh!” she chokes, her body pitching forward, pressing her weight into me.
My fingers dig into the flesh of her arse, feeling the muscles tense and flex under my grip, and fuck yes! I fucking love turning her on.
There’s nothing like it. Having her on the edge, bringing her to the brink, and knowing I have the power to shatter her with nothing but my mouth.
Small whimpers spill from her lips as I work her over, lapping, sucking, and every so often, driving my tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it until her thighs quake.
My cock is desperate for her, precum beading at the tip, the ache of it so brutal I know I could blow any moment. But fuck, who cares? It would be worth every drop of cum, because this right here, is fucking everything.
As my Angel surrenders to the pleasure building inside her, her thrusts grow sharper, harder, and more frantic. Breathing is no longer a fucking option for me, and fuck, you know what? If this is how I go, smothered under her, it’s the only death I’d ever beg for.
The pads of my fingers dig into her arse, urging her on as she grinds against my face, and her cries fill the room as her sweet taste grows slicker on my tongue.
She’s close.
This knowledge unravels me, and I fucking hold her to my face, making sure I can’t take in a single slither of oxygen.
I draw her clit into my mouth like I’m sucking on her nipple, and she cries out as her body locks tight before tremors ripple through her and her orgasm gushes across my tongue, lips and beard.
It’s a long, body-jerking climax, her thighs shaking, the muscles taut before she finally goes slack, and because I can’t help myself, I quickly grip her hips, moving her off me, and shoving her face first onto the bed.
I stand, my cock throbbing as I press it between her legs while I fist my hand into the hair at her nape.
She gasps when I give the strands a sharp tug, forcing her back to arch and that sweet fucking arse to point directly at me.
“Colour?!” I demand.
“O-orange.”
I freeze, my grip in her hair loosening instantly.
Orange? Did she just say orange?
“Angel, I’m sorry,” I rush out, shifting to release her hair completely so I can step back, but her dainty hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.
“Don’t go,” she whimpers. “Just give me a sec.”
Fuck.
FUCK!
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” I shake my head, wanting to fucking punch myself as self-disgust burns through me. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
Fuck! I’m such a fuckup!
A shuddering breath spills from her lips as her grip loosens on my wrist, her hand planting down on the mattress to steady herself.
“I know we’ve done it with my back to you before,” she rushes out, her voice so small and panting, reminding me of when she first came to me, completely broken, terrified I was going to hurt her too. “It was just the combination of the position and the hair.”
“We don’t have to do it this way,” I tell her, shifting to pull back, but before I can move, she presses her arse back, the tip of my cock caught against her heat like a magnet.
“I want to, Cam. So bad… I just need a second to prepare myself.”
I blow out a breath and sigh, relief and guilt tangling in my chest. Leaning forward over her back, I press my lips to her shoulder as I murmur against her skin. “I’ll never hurt you, Angel. I will always stop when you want me to.”
“I know.” She nods, turning her head until our lips meet over her shoulder, and fuck, her encouragement washes through me, even as we kiss in the awkward position.
Nothing about her, about us, feels fucking awkward, though. Us coming together feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“Ringo,” she breathes as our lips part, “I’m green again.”
To prove it, she shifts her legs wider apart on the mattress and presses back against me again, the swollen head of my cock sliding over her soaked folds, teasing us both.
“Fuck… you sure, Abs?”
“So sure.” She rolls her hips, teasing me. “Please forget that just happened and fuck me the way you were going to.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know if I can do that now, and she must sense my hesitation because she shifts, her hand slipping between her legs to wrap around my cock, guiding it to her entrance.
“Fuck me, Cam,” she begs. “Fuck me so hard it both hurts and feels good.”
Fuuuuuuuck! Her words snap my control, flipping my fucking switch, and a growl rumbles from me as my fist tightens in her hair again, and finally, I surge in.
She cries out as I groan, her tight, slick walls clutching me, sucking me in like she’s never going to let me go.
Fuck, I hope she never does.
My fingers dig into her hips, my gaze trailing down her arched spine to the valley of her arse where her pretty puckered hole is begging for attention.
Fuck. Would she let me?
Slowly easing out and back in, I watch how that tight little hole almost winks at me, torturing me. Teasing me.
“Angel,” I rasp, thrusting a little faster as I tug her hair back, turning her head so she looks over her shoulder at me. “I wanna try something.”
“Try what?” she pants, her rosy cheeks flaring hot.
Releasing her hip, I trail my fingers across the swell of her arse, running them gently through the valley, brushing over where I want her the most, and she tenses around my cock.
“Relax, Angel.”
“No. Not there.” She pleads, panic in her tone, but my thrusts don’t falter, and I don’t let her retreat.
Instead, I release her hair and graze my hand around to her front before finding her needy little bud and start circling it. She jolts, a strangled moan bursting free as her shock melts into raw need, and her body loosens around me again, surrendering in spite of her words.
“You can trust me, Angel,” I rumble, my voice scratchy as the hunger inside me takes over every fucking cell in my body. “I won’t hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t…” She trails off as I circle her rose with my finger. Teasing her. Coaxing her.
“Just a finger.” I pant. “My pinkie. Nothing too much. Nothing you can’t take.”
I apply more pressure to her clit, and her breathing quickens, her body caught between resistance and surrender. I keep thrusting inside her slick cunt, my cock already aching to unload, but I fucking hold it back.
Not yet. I want her to feel this. My finger in her arse while my cock stretches her. I want her to understand how good it can be if she lets me.
“Will it… hurt?” she pants, her moans making it hard for her to speak as she becomes more pliable under my fingers and around my cock.
“No, Angel. I swear, it will feel fucking amazing.”
She jostles forward a little as I pound into her, those caramel eyes flashing over her shoulder to meet mine. They are wide and uncertain, but brimming with heat, and fuck, it takes everything in me not to blow inside her.
Not yet, arsehole. Don’t come yet. Hold it the fuck in.
“Promise?” she pants, her voice huskier by the second, matching mine, and fuck if that isn’t the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“I fucking promise.” My voice is raw as I press my finger to her puckered rose, teasing her there, while my other hand circles her clit faster, and her pussy gets slicker by the second. “All you have to do to make it stop is say orange or red. You know that.”
She nods. “Okay.”
That’s it. That’s all the invitation I fucking need.
Bringing my pinkie up to my mouth, I suck on it, coating it with my saliva before pressing it to her tight little hole.
“Here we go, Angel,” I pant, stilling my hips to slowly, carefully ease my digit inside.
“Oh!” she cries out, tensing, so I roll her clit harder, hoping I don’t fucking hurt her there, and finally, it’s like she gives herself permission to feel good, relaxing enough for my digit to slip into her arse, nice and deep.
I groan as her body clamps around my finger and cock, and I start thrusting again, working her from every angle at once.
It’s not the most glamorous position to be in, and fuck it’s hard to hold myself up as I thrust my cock, curl my pinkie, and circle her clit at the same time.
But I’m fucking dedicated to the cause, summoning every bit of multitasking skills I’ve learned over my thirty-three fucking years.
This woman’s pleasure is my fucking mission.
In a matter of seconds, my Angel cries out, tightening around me, her cunt slick as she explodes in a climax so hard and forceful that I have no control over my own, her body kneading my cock until I rupture with a guttural roar.
When the sound dies from my throat and I’ve spilled every last drop inside her, I slowly ease from her trembling body. First my pinkie and then my cock, holding myself over her so I don’t crush her small frame.
Staring down at her closed eyes, she’s panting, a slight grin kicking up one corner of her mouth, I wonder how the fuck someone like me got so lucky.
“Abs,” I rasp. “Look at me.”
Those big eyes blink open, staring up at me, and I bring my fingers to her cheeks, grazing them over her flushed skin.
“I love you more than life itself, Angel. I will move heaven and earth to get your baby back to you, and I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.”
Her eyes turn glassy, but she doesn’t shed any tears. She simply looks up at me with adoration. It’s right there. Without a single doubt.
She brings a hand up, pressing it to the side of my face, her fingers scratching through my beard, like she’s combing the hair.
“I love you too. My big beautifully savage monster.”
My lips kick up. “Angel, if there’s anyone beautifully savage around here, it’s you.”