17. Ash
Ash
The mix of feelings buzzing inside me is conflicting. Talking about Zeke to my men, and the possibility of having to meet with him in the grey zone has my blood humming. But seeing my angel get used and railed and played with by my men has heat filling other parts of my body.
My erection is hard and painful, pressing against the zipper of my pants, begging for me to take it out.
The noises she made while Griff split her open...
Fuck, I have committed them to my memory forever.
The faces she pulled as Leon toyed with her and Matt stuffed her lips, are seared behind my eyes in the most perfect way.
An angel lying on the table where devils deal has never looked so pretty, used and spent. Muscles exhausted, sweat collecting on her forehead. Her hair is a mess, and her clothes ripped apart, eyes glazed. A depraved, perfect fucking mess.
From here, I can see her cunt. Her pussy lips are glistening with cum and her own arousal, and it looks fucking delicious.
Soft, blonde curls collect moisture that begs me to pull at them and tease them.
Her tits heave with every breath, perfect little handfuls that suit her perfectly, those dusky pink nipples pointed in aroused peaks.
And her eyes, her eyes are locked on mine, glassy and tear filled as she sucks on her bottom lip. I bet her body aches with the need to come, and it makes me feel smug as I smirk down at her. My lips twist in a mocking taunt as I regard her.
“I bet your little pussy hurts,” I taunt in a soft voice.
“I bet it aches and begs for me to fill it.” The faux pity in my voice has her eyes narrowing, but she nods anyway, too desperate to care.
“What a greedy little angel you are, wanting another cock stuffed inside her dirty little cunt.
Haven't you had enough?” I tease, and the way her face flames is perfection.
“Cum is dripping out of your cunt, Angel, and yet you want more?”
Her face turns crimson, the flush leaching down her chest. Her breath stutters, making her titch tits bounce, and I ache to grip them, to slap them, to fuck them.
“Screw you,” she says through gritted teeth, and my eyes widen as I throw my head back and laugh. So fucking cute.
“I bet you'd like to,” I murmur, my fingers slowly grappling with the buttons of my pants.
I deliberately make the movement as slow as possible. Her eyes lock onto my fingers. The zipper comes down slowly. Oh, so fucking slow, and I can pretty much see her pussy clenching with the need to be filled. My angry cock springs out in an instant, aching to fill her wet fucking hole.
I grip it once at the base, squeezing painfully to stop the need from coming in seconds.
Pre cum already dribbles out of my tip, my balls drawn up tight from the show.
All the eyes of my men are on us, and I can't come in 30 seconds like a fucking teen.
I need to fucking hold it together, but she makes it impossible.
“Well...” I raise an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for? Come sit on it.”
She eyes me sceptically before she jumps off the table and walks in between my legs, eagerness moving her body faster than I thought possible.
Cum dribbles down her thigh, and it's so salacious.
It has more cum dribbling out of my slit.
I have to grit my teeth as I grip her hips and spin her so she's facing everyone else, and without warning, I pull her onto my cock.
Her wet lips spread as I impale her, and her sharp scream almost douses my own groan of pleasure as her warm channel grips my cock in the most perfect hug.
The walls of her pussy flutter around me, so close to coming already.
She whimpers like a wanton little slut as she tries to swivel her hips.
My fingers bite into her skin, holding her still as I bite her neck, eliciting a sweet cry from her lips.
“Shhhh,” I whisper against her blazing hot skin, “I'm in the middle of a meeting, silly girl.”
My hips slowly roll under her, giving her what she wants, but not enough, appeasing the neediness of my own cock.
Just for a second... I can't stay still in this warm fucking cunt because it feels too perfect.
My fingers skim up her body until I'm clutching at her tits, gripping them tight.
I deliver a sharp slap across her nipple, the skin instantly turning red under my touch, and she arches her back.
I do the other one, watching the skin around the nipple turn bright red as I slap it once, twice, three times.
Then my fingers pinch over both nipples and stay there, giving her just enough pain and just enough pleasure.
The meeting's almost done anyway, but I keep talking like it's not. “We go to the grey zone tomorrow. We see what he wants, and then we end this fucking war,” I grit out, angry at myself that I have to talk about this while the most perfect pussy is sitting on my cock.
“What if it's a trap?” Matt asks a question that we're all probably thinking.
“He is stupid, but he's not that fucking stupid. He doesn't want every gang in the entire city after him. He doesn't have enough men for that,” I groan.
Maddy tries with all her might to writhe over my cock, and I continue my shallow thrusts beneath her, fucking into her.
Wetness dribbles down my balls, mixed with the cum of my own men as they watch me take my woman in front of them.
“I've been trying to hack into their accounts,” Leon adds, “but their shit is next level. I haven't seen anything like it.”
“Keep trying,” I demand, gritting my teeth as my thrusts grow faster. “Keep fucking trying... Fuck,” I groan, getting sidetracked by my angel's body. “Fuck, you feel so good. Holy fuck, Angel.” My tight grip on her turns bruising.
“We all know this is gonna turn out into an all-out war,” Thomas adds, he's voice raspy, and when my eyes open to find his, they are glazed as he watches us k, his cock tenting his pants.
I smile at him over my angel's shoulder.
“I’ve ordered more weapons than we'll need for the next decade,” I growl. “We won't.... fuck! I'm coming. I'm gonna come inside this dirty little hole, Angel.”
My fingers reach down and circle her clit.
The next thing, she's screaming as she shakes and trembles, falling apart.
The sound she makes as she explodes is pure animalistic lust, and it sends me over the edge.
Filling her up with everything that I have, and I still keep going, thrusting into her, making sure it fills her right up.
“Fuck... Holy fuck,” My forehead lands against her shoulder as her sweet body loosens on top of mine in an instant. Her eyes flutter shut.
I smile, kissing just behind her ear. I knew this would happen, but it's beautiful to see, anyway. Watching her succumb to the pleasure. Watching her drift off into subspace, her body and mind sated.
Thoughts vacate my head as I watch her sleep. Curled up on my couch in one of my dark shirts and track pants that she swims in. I’ve never seen her in anything other than her designer clothing, but even in my baggy clothes she looks divine.
I can’t take my eyes off her. My usual racing mind is now focused on only one thing. How peaceful she looks when she sleeps. So different to the way she holds herself upright, always trying to be so perfect. That fake smile I’ve seen her wear makes me fucking sick to my stomach.
Here and now, she’s not pretending. Just like she wasn’t pretending tonight when she begged for my cock.
When her eyes flutter, she looks disoriented, head swivelling around as she sits up. Her eyes find mine, and for a second, I’m frozen. I shouldn’t have brought her here. Should’ve dropped her back to her house. My home is no place for her.
All of a sudden, she looks nervous, fidgeting as she looks down at the clothes I dressed her in after I showered her, while she was languid in my arms.
“You passed out on me,” I murmur as an explanation. Her body spent and mind empty in the most perfect way.
She nods slowly like that makes sense, before she looks around the lounge room she’s sitting in. And for the first time, I feel nervous.
It’s not the same place it used to be when I grew up in. I paid builders to strip the place bare and turn it into something new. It’s still dark and eerie. But it’s me. Mine. No more blood splatters in the kitchen, no more walls that haunt me.
Her face is unreadable as she hugs her arms around herself. It’s a penthouse; we have that in common. And that’s where the commonalities end. My penthouse has views of the criminal underworld; her view is of opportunities.
We are right next to the club, this building a home to many devils.
I realise I’ve just been staring at her, until she finally speaks.
“I should...,” she swallows. “I should go.”
herYet she doesn’t stand. With her hair slightly wavy from the shower and her face bare of makeup, she looks like she fucking belongs here. Even if I know she doesn’t.
“You should go,” I reply honestly. If she were smart, she’d never return. Because she’s quickly becoming my new favourite addiction. Her brows draw as I light a cigarette, taking a deep inhale. “... Or you could stay.”
She watches me curiously, and I watch her right back. An angel assessing her devil. Although, do angels fuck the way she does. Because there was nothing holy about the way she rode me. The way her cunt gripped me was sacrilegious. The noises she made were blasphemous.
Every second of it was sinful. And I want more.
“Is this where you live?” Her soft voice finds me.
I nod once, smoke billowing out of my mouth.
“It feels like you.”
My brows dive together. It feels like me? I wait, the silence prodding her to continue.
“Dark, but... beautiful,” her eyes shine at me.
I huff quietly, flicking ash into the tray. I don’t have a reply to that.
She shifts on the couch, tugging the sleeves of my shirt over her hands. The sight does something unpleasant to my chest. Possessive. Dangerous.
“Angel,” my voice is gravelly as I stub out my smoke. “Wanna go for a ride?”