Chapter Seventeen-Angel
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN-ANGEL
H ours later
All night long I’ve had my libido on a low simmer, but as we ride together in the elevator, it comes roaring back to a rolling boil.
“Angel,” she says my name, but I shake my head.
She closes her mouth as the cabin opens. I nod my head at my guard, and I take her arm, leading her to the front door.
I can’t let her speak. Definitely can’t hear her say my name. If I listen to that husky voice of hers, I might come in my pants.
My heart is thundering inside my chest like hooves of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Something is about to change.
My entire world. And it all hinges on whether she says yes. I slam the door shut and turn her by her arm to face me. I’m not gentle. I can’t be.
“Angel, I?—”
“Shh. Don’t say anything, Little Doll. Just answer one question for me,” I interrupt her.
She nods, eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Will you let me fuck you tonight?”
It’s crude.
It’s lewd.
I know it, and judging from the way her eyes widen, she knows it, too.
She deserves better, but I can’t be someone I’m not. And something tells me my Little Doll likes me the way I am.
Rough and raw.
Hot and needy.
For her.
Only for her.
All for her.
It’s been months since I’ve been buried balls deep inside her dripping cunt. That little touchy feely shit in the hotel did nothing to take the edge off.
It only made me want her more.
I wait on tenterhooks, barely breathing until she finally opens her mouth to answer me.
“Yes, Angel. I’ll let you fuck me tonight.”
My eyes close, like I’m offering a prayer of thanks to whatever deity made this all possible. Next, I pounce.
The gloves are fucking off now, Koukla.
If I’m going to show her what I feel for her, maybe starting with my body isn’t a bad thing. We’ve got a chemistry that is off the charts.
Most of the time, sex is perfunctory for me. But not with her. With Giselle, it’s transcendent.
It’s like her body was made for mine. I’m no slouch. I know she’s got a thing for me, too. I can see it every time she looks at me. Like now.
It’s not conceit, it’s fact.
I’m fit.
I have to be.
My muscles aren’t just for show. And the tattoos, well, those I got for various reasons.
Some people might think I look like a monster. I’m six and a half feet tall and every inch of me is covered in thick ropes of muscle and ink. Only my chest is bare, and that’s because I reserved that one place over my heart for something special.
Something like this. Like her.
But I am not ready to admit that yet, so I just continue to shuck off my clothes. Her eyes go wide as I remove my buckle and undo my pants, kicking my shoes off.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
Fuck me.
She’s got me reduced to one word sentences. But she doesn’t seem to mind.
Giselle exhales sharply, but she’s already unzipping her skirt, tugging the tight material over her hips and bending down to take it off.
“Leave the shoes,” I growl, and she swallows.
Next, she takes off her blouse, and I almost fucking fall down.
She is standing there clad only in her matching bra and panties, both made out of some sheer nude material revealing every inch of her delicious body, and those goddamn fuck me heels.
Shit. Fuck.
I reach for her and pull her close. Even in heels, she is so much smaller than me. So petite and precious. And I fucking love it.
Little Doll is perfect. Her soft curves fit my hard body, and I love the feel of her weight in my hands as I grab her by the ass and lift her off the floor.
“Angel!” she startles.
But I’m not backing down. In fact, I am already swallowing the sound of her pitiful protests.
The caged beast that dwells deep inside me, the one I keep hidden from most of the world starts to wake.
It’s like my darkness is attracted to the light in her, and when I have her in my arms like this, I can’t spare the energy to keep that part of me locked away.
And it’s okay. I don’t have to. Even that unhinged fucking part of me won’t hurt her. It’s something I’m just not capable of.
Not ever.
I lick into her mouth. The taste of sugar and lemons dances across my tongue and I moan.
I squeeze her ass cheeks, pushing one hand further between her legs until I find her soaked and hot, those puny panties doing nothing to hide her from me.
“Damn, Little Doll. You’re so goddam wet, so hot. This all for me? Tell me,” I growl against her mouth.
“Please,” she begs.
But I won’t be moved. Not until she gives me what I want.
“Tell me who owns this fucking body.”
I should be patient, calm, and gentle.
All those things.
But I’m not. It’s just not part of my chemical makeup. And I might want Koukla for everything she is, but I need her to want me for all that I am.
No more. No less.
I want her to take me as I am. To crave all of me the way I crave her.
All the good and bad bits. The sick, fucking depraved parts of my soul.
Blood is thundering through my veins, and I feel more animal than man. Giselle’s eyes widen and her lips part as I coast my fingers across her clit.
I give her sex a wet sounding slap.
“Tell me.”
Giselle’s eyes are sparkling up at me, and her lips part. They’re red and swollen from my rough kisses. And I can’t wait to see them wrapped around my cock.
Not tonight.
But soon.
“You do. You own it, Angel, please,” she whimpers, and I toss her onto the mattress.
I don’t look away as she bounces. I just lick my lips and reach for the front snap on her bra, freeing her magnificent tits.
“Fucking perfect,” I grunt and push her back, latching onto one nipple like my life depends on it.
Maybe it does. God knows, my fucking sanity depends on this little siren.
I’m crazy for her. Mad with desire.
Giselle arches against me and moans. But I don’t spend long sucking her tits. I can’t. I’m so amped, I’m ready to blow.
But I need more. I need to taste her all over.
This isn’t something I’ve done with her. But it feels necessary. Like some urgent biological imperative is pushing me to lick my woman from head to toe, to stamp myself all over her.
With my spit.
My cum.
My sweat.
My promise.
“Drop your legs open,” I command, tapping her knees.
Her curls are glistening even through her sheer panties. I grab the elastic at the top, tearing them off her body, ignoring her whimpered gasp.
“Delicious,” I grunt before bending down.
I give her no time to get used to the idea. I just fall in.
I press my whole fucking face against her pussy, and I slide my tongue in deep. Her cunt contracts around me, and I feel it down to my balls.
Giselle yells. She slaps at my shoulders, grabs onto my head, but I don’t stop.
I fuck her on my tongue, then I retreat, pushing three fingers inside her tight sheath as I lap at her tight little asshole.
I wanna fuck her there, too.
I plan on it. And I tell her.
“So fucking perfect, Koukla. Gonna fuck this ass after I fill your hot cunt with my cum. Want that, Little Doll?” I ask.
Giselle nods her head. She’s so fucking turned on. I feel her pussy flutter as I tease her forbidden hole with my pinky and slide the rest of my fingers in and out of her tight cunt.
“Yeah. You want that,” I tell her as I swap out my hand for the head of my cock.
“Angel, need you,” she moans, flexing her hips as she tries to entice me forward.
“It’s about fucking time,” I growl, and I push in hard.
Her pussy stretches to accommodate my thick cock, and I know I should wait, but I can’t. My hand wraps around her throat and I crush my lips to hers, forcing her mouth open.
My eyes are glued to hers as I fuck her, ramming my tongue in her throat in time with my dick.
It’s brutal. It’s not tender or soft. Not how I wanted to be with her.
But I can’t fucking help it. The beast is unleashed.
My inner viper poised and primed as I pound into her hot, tight body.
Her tits press against my chest. They’re so fucking soft. I want to bite them. To mark them as mine.
Our eyes are locked, and I can’t help but feel that isn’t the only thing. This woman has me. She might not know it or understand what it means, but she has me.
I lift my head. My hips are still thrusting, but I force myself to slow down. I adjust my angle, lengthening my movements so I am stroking her long and deep inside.
I get it right. I feel the second I rub along that secret place inside her. Giselle’s eyes flutter and her pussy clenches around me. I grind my pubis against her clit. And she starts to come.
“That’s it. Come for me. Good Girl. Squeeze me tight with those fucking thighs,” I growl.
“Angel,” she sighs my name.
Poor Little Doll is tired. But I ain’t through.
I slide my dick out of her still pulsing cunt, and I turn her over.
“This fucking ass,” I groan and spread her cheeks, licking her tight hole.
“Angel,” she whimpers pitifully, and squirms to try to get away.
But I’ve already had my mouth on her here, and I want more. I’m relentless. I want all of her.
I reach into the side drawer and pull out a fresh bottle of lube, squeezing some into my hand.
I coat my fingers and tease it along her tight hole. My need is building. It is coursing, burning, growing with each passing second.
I know I won’t be sated until I fuck every hole of hers. And I want in here next.
“Easy, Little Doll. That’s it, relax,” I instruct her, one hand is strumming her clit, the other is pushing inside her asshole.
Giselle is panting, and I know I am stretching her as I slide another finger in.
Her muscles expand and tighten around my fingers. The lube making it easier for me to slide in and out, but I need her ready and needy before I can stick my thick cock inside her.
I have one hand strumming her clit, playing her like a melody while I fuck her ass on my fingers. I stop my fiddling and lower my hand to feel the wetness dripping from her pussy.
My dirty Little Doll likes it when I do this.
She likes it a lot.
As if to prove my conclusions correct, Giselle moans and pushes back, sucking my fingers deeper inside her tight little asshole.
And now I’m even more turned on.
“Gonna fuck this virgin asshole, my Koukla. Gonna make it feel so good for you. Ready?” I ask, and I’m kneeling behind her.
I can’t wait anymore, and three fingers in her ass is enough, I think. She is good and stretched. Ready for me, I hope. I pull them out, rubbing them up and down my dick, lubing my cock so I don’t hurt her.
I will never do that.
Not ever.
“Fuck. You’re so tight,” I growl, notching my leaking tip inside of her.
Giselle moans and the sound is low and deep as I push my dick inside her tight asshole, past the first ring of muscles.
“Fuck.”
I freeze, not sure how far to go. But Giselle, well, she takes the reins from my hands. It’s like even though I know she’s never done this, she wants it so badly, wants me so badly, she breathes through the discomfort and relaxes her sweet fucking body.
The victory of it roars inside my soul. And I want to echo it, but I can’t lose control. I have to be sure to please my Little Doll. To make this as perfect for her as she’s making it for me.
“Angel,” she says my name, and it sounds like a prayer spilling from her lips.
She lowers her head and relaxes her body, pressing back, taking me deeper.
I won’t lie. I’ve done this before. But with women who did this shit on the daily. Not with anyone like her.
I feel like a fucking virgin as I take her sweet ass. And she is the perfect woman to help me through it. Giselle isn’t shy like I expect her to be. She takes what she needs, and I am so fucking proud of her.
Proud that she is so confident. So damn sexy. And so fucking proud to be the one she chooses.
“That’s it, Koukla. Keep rocking that ass back into me. Take everything you need. Everything you want. I got it all for you,” I tell her, praising her and running my hands over her shoulders, her back, her ass.
I find her clit again, and I squeeze the tight nubbin. Her moans and pants urge me on. Now, I am moving with her, filling her ass, my balls slapping against the backs of her thighs.
“Gonna come. Oh, God! I’m gonna come,” she cries out, and I am so right there with her.
Her back arches just as my cock explodes, and I groan long and hard as I fill her with hot ropes of cum until it’s dripping down my balls and both our thighs.
After some minutes, I pull out of her slowly and note her wince.
Shit.
Was I too rough? Fuck.
I frown and smooth my hands down her back soothingly.
“Are you okay?” I ask, dropping quick kisses on her soft skin.
“I am so okay,” Giselle replies, and a deep exhale leaves her parted lips.
Her cheeks are all pink and she is breathless. She looks so damn good.
Deliciously dirty.
Well-fucked.
Happy.
My heart stops when she turns to look at me over her shoulder with a naughty grin on her face.
Mine. She looks like mine.
I feel so damn full of emotion, near to bursting. The least of which is not possessive. Sisi is a free spirit, but she is my free spirit.
I’m obsessed. Devoted. Totally fixated on this woman.
Goddamn.
I need her to be mine. To accept the fact she ain’t going anywhere.
She moans softly. The sound is one of contentment as she straightens her legs and lies face down on my bed.
Just that is enough for my dick to be ready to go another round. But I saw her wince earlier and before I fuck her again, I’m thinking we both need to clean up and rest a bit.
“Come here, Koukla,” I whisper and stand beside the bed, lifting her up before she can protest.
Ten minutes later, we are both soaking in the enormous bathtub, and I have her seated on my lap.
And it’s exactly where I want her.