Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Angel.” I nip her neck.
“Don’t stop.” Her hips start to move, and I know that she’s close. I intensify my strokes on her clit, moving my fingers more quickly. Her body tenses before she cries out my name. I keep one arm around her waist, allowing her to sink into me as I continue to stroke her during the orgasm. “Hmm,” Angel sighs a few moments later. I let go of my grip to allow her to turn around.
“I think it should be my turn.” Angel reaches for the soap.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Angel.” It’s not because I don’t want her to. There isn’t a man on this earth that wouldn’t want her touch. It's that I’m unsure that I’ll be able to control myself if she puts her hands on me.
“Let me love on you.” Her words hit me like a sledgehammer to the center of my chest. Love on me. I nod, uncertain if I can articulate any words at this moment. Love has never been a word in my vocabulary.
I watch intently as Angel's soft, soapy fingers work across my skin. I drop my head back, enjoying the feel of her hand on me. I'm not accustomed to having someone touch me. I don’t want her to stop. When I was younger, touches from others always came with pain. Each stroke of her fingers washes that away.
“Angel.” When her hand drifts across my hip and down, I groan.
“What?” she asks shyly as her hand wraps around my cock.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
“Show me how to do it.” Angel strokes me with a delicate touch. I wrap my hand around hers.
“Harder.” I squeeze. Her eyes light up, and her little pink tongue peeks out to swipe across her bottom lip as she stares down at my cock. A drop of cum appears, but the water washes it away. “Angel.” I try to stop her, but she bats my hand away as she drops to her knees in front of me.
She should never be on her knees, but fuck me if it isn’t heaven to see her kneeling before me as if I’m worthy of such a thing. I never would be, but she doesn't care because she's my sweet Angel, wanting to give more of herself than she should. To people who don’t deserve it.
“Don’t stop me,” she says as she leans forward, her tongue coming out to lick around the head of my cock. When she wraps her lips around it, I grunt. I have to brace one hand on the wall.
Angel pushes forward with her slick, warm mouth, engulfing me as her tongue strokes along me. I pant out, reaching down to sink my fingers into her hair.
“Oh God,” I groan as she works her mouth up and down my shaft faster, giving me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt. There is no way in hell I’m going to last. It is all too much. She is kneeling in front of me, savoring every bit of me she can. The little moans of pleasure that she lets out do nothing to help the situation. I have to fight to not thrust into her mouth, but Angel does it on her own. She pushes forward, taking my cock deeper until I feel the back of her throat.
I don’t have a chance to warn her. The orgasm shoots out of me. I try to jerk back, but Angel won't let me. Instead, she hollows out her cheeks and continues sucking, taking every last drop of me.
“Fuck,” I grunt. Angel lets my cock slip free from her lips.
I reach down and pick her up, pinning her to the shower wall and claiming her mouth.
This is my Angel, and no one will ever take her from me. I'd destroy this city and kill anyone who ever tried. Hopefully, I don’t destroy us in the process.
14
ANGEL
Iwake up in bed alone. “Lights up,” I tell the computer system thingy. I don’t know what it is called, but Abel had programmed it to listen to my voice as well. I pull myself from the bed, wondering where he might have gone. I wrap the sheet around my naked body to go in search of him. I see light coming from one of the doors that Riley and I tried to open the other day. It’s cracked partly open today.
“Abel,” I call when I start to open it more, wanting to give him a bit of warning. I’m not sure what is in the room, but he must keep it locked for a reason. I hear the sound of clicking, and a few monitors click off when I get the door open. He spins around in his chair to fully face me. It is an office.
“Come here, Angel.” He spreads his thighs, motioning for me to come to him. Abel pulls me down into his lap. His mouth goes to my neck to place kisses there, his beard that grew overnight tickling my skin, making me laugh.