Chapter Six-Angel
CHAPTER SIX-ANGEL
A fter a few solid hours of sleep, I wake up with Sisi in my arms and my hands inside her clothes.
Even deep in my slumber I want this woman.
She smells so good. Like cinnamon apple pie. My fucking favorite.
She’s so warm and sweet. I slide my hand lower, past her soft curls, parting her slick lips, and I groan deep in my throat when I find what I’ve been searching for.
Goddamn.
Little Doll’s cunt is so fucking soaked. And it’s all for me. I know I shouldn’t touch her when she isn’t awake yet, but that doesn’t stop me.
Giselle is trying to deny whatever this is between us, but I won’t let her. This is one where I plan on winning. And yeah, I’ll fight dirty if I have to.
She moans and I swear my eyes go crossed. Her pussy is sucking my fingers in, begging me to go deeper, and I oblige.
She is so good. So fucking slick.
Hot.
Tight.
Wet.
Perfect.
And mine.
I’m so goddamn hard I can’t help but rub my dick on her ass while I finger fuck her into her wakefulness.
I know the second her eyes open, and I hold myself still, waiting for her to acknowledge me and the effect I have on her.
Poor Little Doll.
Her cunt pulses around me, and I know she wants it. She’s starved for it.
For me.
That last part is important. Fireworks seem to go off inside my body every time I am with this woman, and I’m fucking positive she feels the same.
I won’t even entertain the idea anyone else has touched her since she took off for Florida. If I do, I’ll go crazy.
Instead of dwelling on those dark thoughts, I think about the soft woman in my arms.
“Fuck, Koukla, you’re so goddamn wet. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” I say, plunging my fingers into her pussy.
She arches her back, allowing me to slide in deeper and pressing that sweet ass of hers against my cock.
I am ready to blow.
“Tell me, Koukla, or I’ll stop,” I tell her, biting her on the neck.
I love that spot. And how she reacts whenever I nip and suck on the sweet skin there.
Her pussy clenches. I pluck her nipple with my other hand but force myself to loosen my hold. I need her to say those words before I go any farther.
I think she’s going to let me go and I want to howl in defeat, but at the last moment she clutches my wrist and I fucking grin.
I got her now.
“Tell me.”
Seconds stretch between us, and I swear if she moves that ass against me one more time I’m coming with or without her.
Thankfully, my Little Doll wants me just as much as I want her. I just have to get her to admit it outside of bed. But I’ll work on that later.
“I w-want you to make me come. Please, Angel,” she begs me.
“That’s my Good Girl.”
I growl as I press my dick against her ass, grinding into her as I fuck her on my fingers, whispering dirty things in her ear.
“You’re so fucking hot for it, aren’t you, Little Doll?” I ask as I feel her start to spasm.
The sounds of her slick folds meeting my thrusts echo in the room, along with our heavy breathing. But it’s not enough. I need more.
I press her down so her back is flat on the mattress and I move over her, kneeling between her splayed legs.
Her tank top is flimsy and light. She’d been teasing me with it all damn day. So, when I grab it and pull down, the sound of the straps snapping is like a fucking battle cry.
Both her bountiful breasts bounce free, and fuck, I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so damn hot. Her green eyes are lust-glazed and that mouth of hers drops open on a silent scream.
So sexy.
Beautiful.
Mine.
“Angel,” she moans my name, her hands running up whatever part of me she can reach.
I have three fingers buried in her cunt, and with my other hand, I’m reaching into my boxers. I pull my dick out, and her eyes go wide.
“Fuck,” I growl, squeezing my dick.
I know what I’m about to do is sick. Depraved. I sure as fuck never did it before. But I feel a compulsion to do it, and I’m not a man who leashes his inner beast very often.
Sure, I promised myself I wouldn’t bury my dick inside her until she asks me to. So, I won’t. Not that.
But if Little Doll gets to come, then so do I. And this is what I want. I’m not asking her, and I doubt she will mind right now, since she’s already half gone chasing her orgasm.
I can apologize later if she wants. But if I’m not coming in her, I figure this is the next best thing.
“Goddamn,” I grunt, stroking my dick in time with the fingers I’m filling her with.
“Angel!” she screams, back arching, lifting her tits in the air for me.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. My eyes widen. I take her in. The feel of her pussy fluttering around my fingers. The sound of her long, keening moan. The way she looks, so fucking perfect, with her tank top torn, her shorts pulled down, my fingers inside her cunt, and my name spilling from her lips.
And that’s when I join her.
I rear up, sliding my fingers out of her pussy and lifting them to my mouth. I suck on them, savoring her heady flavors.
My cock jumps in my grip. It pulses. And I come all over her.
I can’t take my eyes off my Koukla as my dick spits cum all over her soft, tanned flesh.
I can’t help it. I am coming like it’s my first time, covering her in thick white ropes of my seed.
“Angel,” she whimpers, and I grunt in reply.
She’s a mess. We both are. But she’s never looked better.
And I let the vision burn into my brain before I run my hands over her, smearing it onto her skin.
Giselle is trying to catch her breath, but she doesn’t stop my caveman display. In fact, her celery green eyes seem to glow with something primal.
The air between us is charged with whatever lust-filled craze we just shared. And I grin at the fact this little slip of a woman’s crazy might just match mine.
I’m sure gonna find out.