I officially became lost to my angel when she told me she wanted heaven and me. Then answered with pure honesty her belief that I’d protect her.
Yes.
Always.
From everything.
I had given her one more chance to walk away, and her answer cemented the reality that she’s mine.
I had brought her to my home, to my bed, something I had never done before. She was asleep on me now, something I had never allowed before with another. I had never slept with a woman, but I’m going to now. My mind isn’t even battling it or trying to remind me that to do that, I need to put deep trust in the person because I seem to trust Sophie innately.
I’m still deep inside her. I had never fucked another woman bare before. Another first.
The thought of shooting my cum deep inside her makes my dick stir, even after having been just satisfied. She hadn’t said if she was on a contraceptive, and we both had acted like we were young teens, lust-blinded with no control. But I don’t fucking care. She said she had plans for school, so she most likely wouldn’t have let me slide into her bareback and cum deep within her if she wasn’t on a contraceptive.
However, the faint possibility that Sophie isn’t on anything and that she could be carrying my child soon makes my cock harden even further.
Shit, do I have a breeding kink I’m unaware of?
I smirk, tightening my arms around her, and she snuggles in closer, inhaling deeply, then relaxing even further. Like in the pub, her body instinctively relaxes under my touch. Her sleeping brain coaxes her to let go, knowing she’s safe with me.
Sophie Demeanus doesn’t know it yet, but there’s no way I’m letting her walk away with just one night.
That thought fills me with such a deep satisfaction that it pushes me toward sleep, even though my cock is hard and demanding that I wake up my girl for another round. I’ll make her come apart for me again soon, but for now, the deep, slow cadence of her breathing pulls me under as the tendrils of her wrap around me, binding us.
Holy hell, my cock feels amazing.
That’s my first conscious thought as pleasure slowly pulls me from sleep.
As I regain more consciousness, I realize silky hair is tickling my hip, and there’s wet heat around my cock. Lifting my head, my eyes widen in surprise as I wake fully and watch Sophie’s dark head move as she sucks me deep into her mouth.
My sweet little angel shows that she really is a siren—sexy, sultry, and naughty—hidden from the world. That she easily sheds that angelic innocence and has no reservations with me makes my balls tighten as even more pleasure ripples through me.
“Angel,” I groan as she sucks the head like it’s her favorite lollipop and she can’t get enough of.
She hums, making my hips jerk and drive deeper into her wet, hot mouth until I feel the back of her throat. There’s no resistance or gag to push against me, and I push in deeper, groaning again.
She pulls off me. “I don’t have a gag reflex. Fuck my mouth and throat. I’ve never had that done before.”
“Jesus Christ,” I grit.
“Use my hair to control my head to do it,” she orders.
My dominant nature doesn’t rebel, though, at the command, and instead, I fist her hair and pull her mouth back down on me.
Pressing my heels into the mattress, I lift my hips and start to fuck her mouth, my cock sliding down the back of her throat. I have to concentrate on remembering to pull shallower every few strokes, allowing her to breathe. She’s moaning and humming around me, sounding as lost to this as I am. I lose track of time. The only thing that exists is her and me. She’s all I feel as I continue to fuck her mouth.
I pull her off before I spurt ropes of cum down her throat, and she makes a mewling sound of disappointment. I drag her up my body, cupping her face as I stare at her.
“You really like that?” I ask, with a bit of shock and wonder. She had given me complete control of her head and mouth, letting me take and use her as I wanted.
She looks genuinely put out that I hadn’t cum down her throat and licks her lips that are swollen with how I had used them. “I wanted to taste you.”
Fuck me.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Me?” she asks innocently.
It’s all an act, though, as she crawls up my body, straddling my hips; there’s no innocence at the moment. She knows exactly what she wants and needs. She lifts, reaching between us, and grips me to line us up.
“Yes, you.” I slam my hips upward to drive into her right to the hilt, ripping a cry from her. By her slick wetness, it’s clear how much she loved sucking me deep into her mouth and throat. “You’re so wet. And so goddamn tight.”
She pants heavily as she sits on top of me, looking down at me. “I’ve never ridden anyone before.” A slow smile spreads over her pouty, full lips. “Do I say something like ‘yee-haw’?”
I laugh with delight. “See if you can stay on for eight seconds.”
Her brown eyes, laced with streaks of copper, darken. “Challenge accepted.”
Oh, she didn’t just drop down.
My grin is pure savage animal. “Hold on, angel.”
I grip her hips, push my heels into the bed again, and slam upward. Her breath stutters, and her eyes roll as her head falls back. I repeat it, and her breath stutters again as she moans, deep and lusty. On my third drive up, she meets me with a downward slam, which makes her cry out, and her beautiful face almost looks pained. The next time she comes down even harder, and I don’t ease up as she’s getting off on this, even if she’ll be sore afterward.
I work us hard and mercilessly. When I feel her walls start to tighten, I press my thumb to her clit and rub over it, hard and furious, as we continue to collide—me thrusting up, her slamming down—and I feel her walls clench with her impending climax.
“Open your eyes,” I command, and when she doesn’t comply, I remove my thumb from her clit to deny her the orgasm.
Her eyes fly open, and she gasps, “You bastard.” She slams down harder on me.
I laugh wickedly and stop thrusting up into her. “Only good girls get to come.”
She shakes her head, her eyes wide as I still her on top of me by gripping her hips. “You wouldn’t.”
“I will if you don’t obey my commands.” Dominance drips from my words, and her eyes flare, but then narrow. “Do you want to come, angel?” I ask softer.
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods, looking down at me.
“Do you want to come on my cock, and then for me to fill you with my cum?” She nods again, and I ask, “Are you on a contraceptive?”
“Yes.”
A growl rumbles in me. It’s a sound filled with displeasure, telling me I really don’t like that she’s on a contraceptive. The sound surprises both of us, but I don’t explain it. “How do you want to come?”
She shifts, trying to move her hips again, even though my hands grip them and control her movements. “I want to ride you and look at you while I come.”
Keeping a tight grip on her hips, I grind her back and forth over me instead of moving her up and down my iron-hard cock. Her eyes widen, then roll back. “You like that?” I groan at the sensation of her sheathed around me.
“Yes,” she pants as I move her back and forth, harder and faster.
“Play with your nipples.” Her hands move to the tight, hard buds to do as I command. “Good girl.”
For her reward, I press my thumb back over her clit. As a result, I can’t work her nearly as hard or vigorously back and forth; however, she has the movement down like she’s practiced the choreography relentlessly and pants more frantically. Between what’s happening deep inside her pussy, my playing with her clit, and her playing with her nipples, she’s writhing on top of me, coming undone as she rides and looks down at me.
“Creed,” she gasps.
My name, coming from her mouth in breathy pleasure, makes my balls tighten, and my spine tingles. From the tight squeeze of her pussy walls, I know that when she erupts, it’s going to push me past the limits of my control.
I want to call her Sophie, but at the last second, I catch myself, remembering her game from last night, where we didn’t exchange names. I need to thank Andro for revealing mine to Sophie because hearing my name on her lips is like a drug.
I press down hard on her clit, then pinch it, which makes her lips part in shock. She grinds down hard on me and twists her nipples. “Again. Please, Creed. Do that again.”
Her insane tightness, the beginning clutch of her pussy, the way she loves everything I give her, watching her pleasure herself with the nipple play, seeing her gorgeous face coated with pleasure and bliss… She’s going to be the end of me.
My dick thickens, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold off nutting deep inside her too soon. I rub her clit, then pinch it again, making her cry out, long and hard.
A powerful contraction steals her breath, making her chest heave. Then, the most sensational thing happens. She cries out my name as she starts to spasm around me, and a pulse of wetness erupts from her as I change direction and start to thrust up like a ruthless jackhammer.
The sound of her crying my name in ecstasy and the gushing…
Her pussy fists around me so tightly I can hardly move. White stars explode in my vision as the most powerful orgasm claws through my body. I explode deep inside her, with her clenching around me hard, as if to seal me inside her pussy for eternity.
The powerful orgasms roll through us, leaving us both shaking, and she collapses on top of me. Tremors still work their way through our bodies, her walls clenching and relaxing around me like the aftershocks of an earthquake. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close and never wanting to let her leave.
“Holy,” she breathes. “It feels like a mess.” She refs to the combined cum coating us.
“A hot, sticky mess, but the best kind.” I nuzzle my face into her neck. “Has that ever happened before?”
She shakes her head, keeping her head buried. I gently ease her back so I can look at her.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I cup her face. “I feel like the king of the world. I’m the first man to ever make you come and to be the one to help you have a gushing orgasm. Lots of women never have those.”
Her face softens as her cheeks remain pink. I wrap my arms tighter around her and sit up with her straddling me. “Hold on, angel.”
She hooks her legs around my waist, and I grip her curvy peach ass as I stand and walk us to my bathroom and into the shower.
She squeals as I press her against the cold tile wall and use one hand to turn on the water. I could’ve set her down to turn on the shower, but I want her wrapped around me, me still deep inside her, for as long as possible. She squeals again as the cold water hits us and wiggles. I clamp my hands around her ass, holding her in place. As the water warms up, cascading on us, she relaxes and tilts her head to look at me.
She’s a vision. Water runs down her face, and her dark hair is pushed back. I want nothing more than to take her somewhere remote and tropical and fuck her under a waterfall, then leisurely bathe her before I do it all over again.
“You’re breathtaking,” I say. Doubt flashes on her face, and a shyness descends. “Tell me what you want and need.”
She wiggles again, and I let go of her, letting her slide down my body so she’s standing, even though that’s the last thing I want. “I need to go.” She looks away, her voice soft.
I frown. “Why?”
Water runs down her nose, and she flicks it away. “I shouldn’t have stayed last night. I don’t do that. My roommate will be worried.”
“Do you always do things you feel you should because of others?” Her eyes flare with anger, and her mouth tightens. I soften my next words. “You could just text your roommate and tell her where you are, so she doesn’t worry.”
“I can’t stay.” She steps away from me. “I told you last night. You’re dangerous. I have a plan for being here in San Diego, Creed.”
Suddenly, her intent is crystal clear.
She thinks this is only one night.
When I had given her the last chance to walk away, she hadn’t realized I meant more long-term. She also thought there was anonymity. She only knows my first name and assumes I don’t know hers.
Inwardly, I grin like the Cheshire Cat because I know her first and last name.
“You don’t need a guy messing with your head, no matter how hot he is, right?” I use her words from last night. A primal satisfaction fills me as her eyes rake over me, head to toe, with hunger. “Let’s get you showered so you can get home and start your day.”
I bat her hands away as I lather her hair with shampoo, pleasure filling me with the task and the thought that she’ll smell like me all day. “Let me take care of you while I have you here.”
Her eyes close as she sighs, enjoying this as much as I do. I take as long as I can to wash her hair, threading my fingers through her strands as I rinse it. I’m hard again, but the only pleasure I seek is to care for her. I put conditioner in next, working the cream through the length of her tresses. As that soaks into her hair, I lather her body.
Her eyes fly open at the touch of my hands on her breasts. She sees my erection, but when she reaches for it, I step back.
“You’ll be sore after the pounding I just gave you.” And it hadn’t just been me; she had slammed down as hard on me as I had been thrusting up into her. Her pussy will be tender and swollen, at the minimum.
Disappointment laces her beautiful face, and I can see the indecision warring in her mind. She thinks this is the last time she’s going to see me, and she’s trying to decide if her pussy can take more.
I can’t find it in me to be that much of a bastard to take advantage of her mistaken belief, even though I want nothing more than to impale her on my cock once more. She’s going to see me again—she just doesn’t realize that yet. She’ll definitely be sore, and the last thing I want is to hurt her.
And I want her to be hungry for me.
“Trust me. I don’t want you to remember and curse me because you can hardly walk.” I resume washing her, then shift her to rinse the conditioner from her hair.
Shutting the shower off, I grab towels and dry her off. After wrapping her hair in a towel, I wrap one around my waist, then stride to the foyer and elevator to collect her clothes. She’s still in the bathroom when I return and hand her the clothes. Then I go into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. After I’m dressed, I turn around to find her dressed and leaning against the bathroom doorframe, watching me.
“You look sinfully good in everything you wear, don’t you?”
I know I’m attractive. The tattoos aren’t for everyone; however, for many women, they’re kryptonite. But even without them, I have my father’s attractive looks, unique eye color, and tall, broad, muscular frame. I don’t care about any other women’s opinions, though; only Sophie’s matters.
“And you look innocent and sweet.” A wicked smile blooms on my lips. “But you and I know what’s hidden underneath that sweet innocence, don’t we, angel?”
Her cheeks pinken, and I walk to her. Dragging my thumb over her bottom lip, I lower my mouth to hers, unable to help myself. “It was my pleasure to give you everything you wanted and needed.”
And it will be my pleasure to continue giving you everything I ever possibly could.
“Come,” I say. “We’ll have breakfast, then I’ll drive you home.”
She steps back from me, and I swallow my growl of displeasure. “My Uber will be here any minute.”
It takes everything in me to keep my face and body relaxed as I nod, and she turns from me. I walk behind her, studying her gait, her form, and how her hair swishes as she walks. She looks at me shyly when she gets to the elevator.
“Thanks for a night I’ll never forget, Creed.” She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek.
I wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, no longer able to help myself. If I didn’t know without absolute confidence and certainty that I’d see her again, I’d be hard-pressed to let her walk away. But as it stands, there won’t be much time before I see Sophie Demeanus again.
“You’ll always be my angel,” I whisper, my mouth a breath away from hers. She sucks in sharply, then I kiss her gently.
She pulls away before the kiss takes a more heated turn and steps into the elevator. Her eyes hold mine as the door closes.
Sophie thinks she’s taking the elevator to the lobby, hopping into an Uber, and returning to her normal life. But what she hasn’t realized is that everything has changed.
Solely and absolutely because she is mine.
