Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Angel’s eyes were wild, but I saw the intent in them just before he lowered his head and destroyed me completely. His tongue swept my pussy lips, and he groaned like a starving man just before he devoured me.
“I told you he wanted it. He needs it,” Z taunted over my cries. He pinched my nipples while Angel ate my pussy as if it were his last meal on earth. I don’t remember sliding my fingers through his hair, but I tugged him closer anyway and demanded everything he had denied me since I knew what desire was. “How does she taste?”
I moaned despite my confusion.
“She tastes exactly how I thought she would.” Angel’s voice was rough like gravel.
“Like you’d kill to have more?”
“Precisely.”
Oh, God. They were talking about killing just to have me, and I was growing wetter at the possibility. How much more twisted could we get before we completely snapped and destroyed each other?
I came apart again without the answer, and when my cries died, I slumped back against Z’s chest. However, before I could fully recover, I was lifted into Angel’s arms and carried away…
Chapter Forty-Nine
They combust.
ANGEL
Finally.
I carried her upstairs, and instead of my parent’s old bedroom where I’d been sleeping, I took her to my old bedroom. The rare times I visited home, I had fantasized about getting her in this bed, and then I’d fall asleep disgusted with myself for lusting after a kid. Sure, we’d known each other since we were both kids, but the age gap was always there, and when I became an adult, everything changed.
No other girl ever did more than turn my head. They didn’t follow me in my dreams or keep me awake at night.
I was Adam, and she was forbidden fruit.
She always would be.
I lowered her to my bed and stood back to watch her. I realized I would never have my fill, so I removed my clothes and climbed on top of her. Her eyes were closed, and she wasn’t moving. A gentleman would let her rest, but I was neither gentle or patient. I was a man who needed her.
“Angel?” Her voice was soft and sleepy from two orgasms.
“Baby?”
Her eyes peeked open, and she stared at me through narrow slits. “What are we doing?”
I nudged her legs apart and settled between them. “We’re finally combusting.” My cock wasted little time finding her pussy and hardened, even more, when it felt how wet she was, and I knew damn well it was all for me. I pushed my hips and reveled in the sounds she made as I slowly began to slip inside her. Her breath caught in her throat, and her gaze lost focus as her body welcomed me.
“What if I don’t want to combust?” I looked deep into her eyes and saw only longing, desire, and something else that pulled at something deep inside me. There was no fear.
She wanted this.
So I gave it to her.
I slid deep and hard and watched the breath leave her lungs. Her head fell back, exposing her neck as she cried out.
She was tight.
So damn tight.
I bent low and whispered in her ear, “Don’t you?”
All the breath left her body in one long exhale and ended with a whimper. The sound was tortured, and when she didn’t move, I had a moment of regret for not taking more care. Her first time was traumatic, and she was still very much a virgin. But then she did something to remind me she wasn’t made of glass.
She dug her nails deep enough in my back to return the pain I had caused her.
Her devious smile when I grunted tempted me to ignore the rules and take her with the little mercy I’d shown her since she came back into my life. I pushed deeper, testing the waters. She slid her hands down my back and gripped my ass. I didn’t miss the subtle way she pulled me deeper and lifted her hips.
When I pulled my hips back, she dug her nails into my ass and moaned, “No.” Smiling, I gave her what she wanted and thrust inside her, harder and deeper than before. Her lips parted when she groaned. The sight was so sexy, I considered pulling out so I could fuck them. Her pussy tightened around me as if to protest.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised her.
She lowered her head and met my gaze. “Stop talking,” she ordered.
Grinning, I gave her what she wanted. Mian didn’t want to be wooed. She wanted to be fucked. She shuddered beneath me as I pounded inside her. I couldn’t look into her face twisted with pleasure without wanting to explode, so I shoved my face in her neck and inhaled her scent instead. God, she smelled as sweet as she tasted. Just when I didn’t think I could hold back much longer, I felt her pussy grip my dick. I lifted my face from her neck to watch her come and decided Z had been right. Mian coming was fucking sweet. When she settled, I managed to hold back my need to come and flipped her on her stomach.