Chapter Twenty-Three-Giselle
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE-GISELLE
A ngel’s promise echoes in my head right before he nips my bottom lip between his teeth. My eyes widen, and his resounding growl tells me he knows why.
It’s like he already knows my panties are completely ruined. Soaked through because of his filthy words.
I know I shouldn’t like it when he says things like that, but my heart beats double-time and wetness floods between my legs.
“Fuck. Come here,” he growls, and pulls me with him.
Excitement sends lightning bolts of awareness shooting through my spine. I’ve never had sex outdoors.
I mean when would someone like me have that kind of opportunity?
Hell.
I’ve never even been interested. Never so moved by pure lusty desire that I’ve ever even been intrigued by the prospect of fucking outside.
Until now.
My pussy clenches. Angel glances at me, his gaze zooming in on my hard as nails nipples and I know he can see them through my thin top.
He licks his lips, and now my pussy is aching. I am desperate to have him there.
Inside of me .
I imagine him pushing that big, thick cock of his into me and I moan.
Angel looks over his shoulder at me, and his icy eyes are blazing with heat. You know what I mean.
Like blue fire.
I’m mesmerized by him.
All that worry and precaution I thought I was taking with him this time has all been nothing but hot air. I know Angel holds all the cards, but I don’t care.
It doesn’t even slow me down. I want him so badly, I’m throwing caution to the wind.
His legs are long, and I am practically racing to keep up with him. I think we’re heading towards the big space where we parked the car, but instead of going towards the gravel lot, he guides me right into the woods.
The sun is setting, and there is just enough light for me to make out his glittery stare.
Angel cups my head and kisses me. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck while he bends, lifting me by my ass.
“Oh God,” I whimper as he presses my back against a huge tree.
The hand on the back of my head is stopping me from leaning against the rough bark.
Such a protector.
He takes care of me all the time. No one has ever really done that. And it makes me feel so damn special.
Like I am important to him.
“Hold on,” he instructs, his long tongue licking into my mouth.
I feel him working the zipper of his jeans, jostling us both as he frees his dick and rucks my skirt up around my waist.
He pulls my panties to the side and then, suddenly, he’s right there.
No pretense.
No warmup.
No foreplay.
In his defense, though, this entire date has been like foreplay. And Angel knows it.
He growls as he kisses me, his big chest vibrating against mine. Then he just flexes his hips, and I- I love it.
“Angel,” I moan as his big dick pushes into me.
“Shhh. Keep those wild screams for me, Little Doll. Anyone sees you like this and I’ll have to kill them.”
His words echo in my ears, and I hold him tighter.
God, his words.
They shouldn’t excite me. But him saying that, acting all possessive of me, well, it makes me even hotter for him.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight,” he grunts.
Angel lets go of my waist, and I drop harder, taking his thick cock deeper inside of me.
My nails are clutching at his shoulders and neck. I’m holding him so fucking tight.
His rough breathing fills my ears, and I know he’s just as far gone as I am.
It’s crazy.
Feeling this way.
Letting him do this to me in public where anyone can see.
But it’s also the hottest damn thing I have ever experienced. So freaking sexy. And I know he’s telling the truth when he says he’ll flat out end anyone who even thinks about peeping.
He feels so good. Holding me like I’m precious. Filling me like no one else. Angel touches me in places I can’t even begin to describe.
“That’s right, Little Doll. Only I can do this to you. Only me. Feel me. Feel all of me,” he growls, and I realize I must have said some of that out loud.
I roll my hips in time with his thrusts, and I do as he asks. I feel him . And he is fantastic.
Angel’s masculine scent is all over me, surrounding me, and I love it. His big, hard body is more than capable of supporting mine, but I marvel at his strength and the ferocity of his passion.
I’m scared I can’t match it, but I do. Pride fills me as I accept the fact that I fit him perfectly. Just like he fits me.
There is no denying this.
No denying us.
I let go of all my inhibitions. Push away all the nagging reasons I should keep what I feel for him under wraps.
Angel is inside me, so deep. And not just my body. I’m talking about deep inside my heart, my mind, my very soul.
I don’t think he even knows or understands at all what I am feeling. And I don’t think I can tell him.
Heck, I can’t even speak.
My eyes roll upwards, and I see stars peeking out through the canopy of trees.
An owl hoots.
Music from the fairgrounds is still playing. But it’s far away. Somewhere in the distance.
I think I hear a car start up, or maybe two, in the lot a few yards away.
But none of that matters.
All that matters is this.
Him.
Me.
The present.
My orgasm is building, and building until it crashes into me, washing out every other sensation. I bite down on his neck, trying to muffle my moan.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
Angel is wrecking me. He is destroying me for anyone else.
The way he’s been courting me.
The way he touches me.
How he makes me feel.
He’s becoming everything to me. And it’s not enough. I still want more.
I shouldn’t trust him. I shouldn’t want him so badly.
But I do.
God help me, I really do.
His huge cock strokes inside me again, curving just right so he’s hitting my G-spot, and my orgasm doubles.
My orgasm drags on. He feels so damn good. It’s all too much.
Clinging to him, I know I can’t keep quiet.
He knows it, and he presses down on the back of my head, fitting me firmly to his neck, and I bite harder.
I worry I’ll hurt him, but this is Angel. He likes it rough, and he rewards me by grinding against my needy throbbing clit.
Angel’s moves become jerky as he follows me right over the edge.
“That’s it. That is fucking it. Suck the cum right from my body,” he growls, and I feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot seed.
There’s so much of it. It’s dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking good at taking me, Little Doll. So perfect,” he says, and his breathing is rough.
Angel pulls out, reaching between us, he scoops some of the mess from between my legs with his big hand, and he shakes it onto the forest floor.
Then his hand is back, and he’s fixing my panties, petting my pussy when he is done. And I shouldn’t like that. It’s absurd.
But I do like it.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Angel smiles, and he kisses me sweetly. Another reward for a job well done.
I melt into him, sighing when he allows me to slide down his body.
He keeps me steady with his big arms wrapped around me, and I’m grateful. I need a moment before I can stand on my own.
“You good?”
I nod.
“Yeah, you’re good,” he says it with pride this time. “So good and dirty, aren’t you, Little Doll?”
I bite my lip. He grips my neck, pulling on my hair as he tugs me closer.
“Let’s get you home and clean so I can dirty you all up again. Want that? Tell me.”
Excitement hums in my veins. I swallow, my eyes never leaving his as I open my lips to respond.
“Yeah, Angel, I want that.”
It’s the truth. I do.