Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Angel
I see the shock on her face and then watch as she tries to buck my weight off.
Like she could.
Instead, I put a hand on her belly, pushing up, to stare down at her.
Her pussy is all over my face, my cum on her tits and down her chest.
Her eyes are wide with shock as she draws in several shallow breaths, before her hand clamps over her mouth.
And that’s when it hits me. I heard her moan. I love the sound a woman makes when she cums, but it’s the first sound I’ve heard Promise make all day.
Did I break her with an orgasm? Fuck yeah, I did.
“Did you like that?” I ask, as I watch her. She stares at me looking shocked and appalled.
But my gaze goes down her body again. From those gorgeous tits to the way my dark, tattooed hand looks on her pale skin. My spread fingers cover her entire waist, and I dig the tips of my fingers in, loving the softness of her belly.
Her head shakes violently back and forth, her face draining of color.
“I wanted to hear you scream,” I tell her. “I’m glad it was the orgasm that did it.” I look at her as I pull her hand from her mouth. “Anything else you want to say to me?”
She shakes her head again.
“Too bad.” And then I climb off before I slide my arms under her, lifting her up.
She stiffens, her hands grasping my arms.
“Relax. We’re going to my room because I’ve decided that I like the way you smell way too much to leave you here while I go there, and this bed is too short for me.”
Her expression grows confused as she continues to stare.
I’d explain, but fuck if I know. I don’t usually sleep with women. I fuck them. I don’t snuggle them.
But this is the second time I’ve contemplated sleeping with her against my body.
I’m feeling particularly possessive where she is concerned. Like I said, I like the way she smells, and also…I want to sleep without fear of her trying to escape.
Not that she’s tried but…
I just pushed some button, making her orgasm, I know I did. I like it, but it doesn’t mean she’s suddenly going to be devoted.
I look down at her shaved little pussy, looking all sweet and innocent with her legs closed.
My cock starts to stiffen again. I still want to cum on every inch of her, and that first orgasm has only intensified my need.
She shivers, curling into me, even as I carry her into my room. Throwing back the covers, I lay her on the mattress and climb in next to her. Turning her on her side, I curl my body around hers.
I’m still debating a second round of cumming, maybe over the perfect globes of her ass. Then she looks back at me, lifting her hands. She puts a finger to her palm, like she’s writing.
“My phone is in the other room,” I grunt, wrapping my hand around her waist.
She wiggles to get out from my grip.
“Careful, that feels fantastic and I already want to cum all over your ass.”
She stills, still looking back at me as she nips her bottom lip. Then she pretends to write on her palm again.
I grunt in frustration. “I’m going to sleep.”
She wiggles again, this time harder.
“What the fuck?”
Then she points down at her belly.
It clicks. She needs to pee.
With another growl of frustration, I toss back the covers. Grabbing her, I roll her over the top of me and then swing us both out of the bed, carrying her to the bathroom door.
I flick on the light and then set her down.
She slips into the bathroom, softly clicking the door closed.
I only pause for a second, and then I head back to other room, grabbing my phone.
She’s stepping out of the bathroom just as I walk back in, phone in hand. But she doesn’t ask for it. Instead, Promise holds her finger up to her teeth, pretending to brush.
Right.
I point back at the bathroom and realize that I’m now gesturing without speaking.
She follows my command, spinning around to walk into the bathroom, and I have a moment to appreciate the sight of her just walking around my loft naked.
Her ass looks fantastic as she moves, little dimples appearing. The indent of her waist and the flare of her hips makes my cock granite-hard.
Then there are her toned legs. Not long, but nicely muscled.
“You work out?” I ask as I follow behind. She mimes running, naked, parts jiggling that make me go from rock-hard to diamond-stiff in an instant.
She steps up to the sink, her eyes searching for the promised toothbrush as I pop mine from the holder, handing it to her.
She wrinkles her nose, sticking out her tongue.
“Your cum is all over my face,” I say, looking down at her chest where my jiz has dried. She still shakes her head and then grabs my phone.
Mouths have bacteria and we haven’t even swapped spit.
“Swapped spit?” I ask, snorting. “That’s something we said in eighth grade.”
I see the color fill her face as she looks away. Is she embarrassed? Did I make her feel juvenile? I like her inexperience. I hook her waist and pull her to my chest, holding her jaw in my other hand.
Then I drop my mouth to hers, kissing those soft fucking lips before I swipe my tongue between them.
She’s still under me, not kissing back. But when I lift my head, her eyes are wide and a little dazed, like she has no idea what just happened. “Was that your first kiss?”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and then she nods. Which means I kiss her again. My other hand slides up into all that blonde hair as I work her mouth.
Was I tired? Not anymore. I want to pop her up on the bathroom sink and plow into her. I love that she doesn’t know how to kiss back.
She’s hanging onto my forearms like they are a lifeline as I bend her back, continuing the onslaught against her mouth.
By about the third or fourth pass, she finally kisses back, tentative, her movements small.
But it’s enough. I roar with victory, thrusting my tongue deep between her lips.
I never claimed to be a gentle guy, just like I’m not a nice one. I kiss her like I’m trying to suck her soul from her body. Maybe I am.
I want to claim this woman, and I’m honestly not sure if this is heading to a very dark place. I’m not exactly a happily-ever-after kind of guy.
And then there is her father.
I’ve made him assurances and I’m not a man who doesn’t keep his word.
But when her hands twine around my neck, her body melting into mine, I forget about the future, about my promises.
Her tongue gives a small push back, touching mine, and I tighten my grip in her hair, my other hand sliding down her neck and across her back to grab her ass and fucking squeeze.
I could take her right now. My balls ache with the need. Instead, I ease away, looking down at her dazed expression.
Satisfaction ripples through me.
Soon. Soon I will get to make her as dirty as I want.
But tonight I need to handle myself with some reserve. We’re easing in after all. Which is why I push back from her body.
Grabbing the toothbrush, I hold it up. “We’ve swapped spit.”
She snatches the toothbrush from my hand, spinning toward the mirror and leaning over the sink, making that sweet little ass stick out.
For a second, I just admire the view. Then I reach out, running my hand over a cheek, cupping it in my hand.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, the questioning curiosity filling them. She’s learned a few truths tonight.
Bad boys know how to make good girls scream in pleasure. But the one truth she doesn’t understand yet—that pleasure comes at a giant cost.
I’m going to enjoy the first, the second she’ll learn in her own good time.
I dip my fingers between her legs, feeling her smooth pussy lips. She’s still so wet, and I rumble out my satisfaction and lust even as she gasps, a soft moan falling from her lips.
My teeth grind as I step closer, pressing my hips against her ass. My cock nestles in the crack, throbbing like I didn’t just shoot a load, and I know it’s going to take me a while to work Promise out of my system. Maybe when I fuck her, I’ll feel better.
Then again, why rush it? We’re getting married and at least until the election, we’re keeping up the appearance of the happy couple. While not actually enjoy myself?
My good little girl looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and unsure. My molars grind together as I take her in. “Want me to make you moan again?”
She hesitates for a second and then, she gives a tentative little nod.
Satisfaction moves through me. I like hearing her as much as I like cumming myself.
Which is why I push her down lower on the counter before I squat, running my tongue over her clean cunt.
Her response is instantaneous. She tosses her head back, a cry falling from her lips.
I lick her again, shoving my tongue inside her. Her pussy is so smooth and tight, I tongue deeper, imagining my cock inside her soft folds.
She’s going to feel so damn good. Hot, wet, and snug.
She whimpers, pushing her ass up, like she’s inviting me back to her clit.
But I take my time, exploring her until I finally flick my tongue over the sensitive bud again.
She cries out, her knees buckling as her belly sinks deeper into the counter.
I’m relentless now, working her clit with my tongue as she whimpers and moans, the noise growing louder as she lifts up and presses back, seeking more of my tongue.
I know she’s getting close so I ease back, only to hear her sharp whimper of protest.
It makes me smile, teasing her like this. I let her frustration build for a second before I dive back in, sucking her clit between my teeth.
She screams and then cums, her entire body shuddering before she collapses onto the sink.
I stand, giving her ass a good smack before I start pumping my cock. It doesn’t take much before I’m coating her ass in my cum.
I watch in satisfaction as it drips down her crack.
Groaning, I run my finger down the same path, pressing my thumb against her tight little brown hole.
I’m going to conquer all of her before I’m done. Even here.
She gasps, half jolting up from the counter, but I press her back down, my other hand coming between her shoulder blades. “Settle, Goldilocks,” I use the term Candy coined earlier, liking the way it sounds.
She scoffs then, scowling at me over her shoulder.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know you want the Big Bad Wolf to eat you again.”
Her scowl turns to a blushing smile in a second.
Pulling her up, I lift her in my arms and carry her back to the bed. She’s so pliant as I lay her down and settle her against my body.
I pull the covers up us both and close my eyes, asleep in a second.