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“And now we’re really leaving.” I hear Riley say this, but I choose to ignore her.
As our tongues tangle, Angel wraps her body around mine. I groan into her mouth, wanting to take her to the floor, but I can’t be rough with her. She’s so small.
“Shower with me?” I ask her, but I’m already moving toward the bathroom.
“Yes,” she agrees and kisses me again. When we get to the bathroom, I sit her down on the sink and start to strip down. “You have blood on you.”
“I do.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she doesn’t ask. I'm not sure if she doesn't want to know or is afraid to know the answer. I don’t want to tell her. Not yet. I need to bind her to me tighter before she gets to see all the dark parts of me.
Angel releases her bottom lip when I let my pants drop, stepping out of them, now completely naked. She licks her lips, her eyes roaming me up and down.
“You’re big.” A bark of laughter comes from me, surprising us both.
“Your turn, Angel.” I pull her shirt off, tossing it away. Her tits bounce when I lift her off the counter onto her feet so I can pull her little shorts down her legs. She slid them on quickly when Riley showed up. “You’re beautiful.” I kiss her stomach before standing back up and grabbing her hand to lead her into the shower. Angel arranges her hair in a knot on top of her head.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She trails her fingers down my chest. “One day, will you tell me about some of these?” Angel carefully traces over one of the scars. I’d given her some information about my childhood this morning as we lay in bed. I hadn't delved too deeply, but she had a clearer understanding.
“If you want.”
“I definitely want.” I close my eyes when she kisses one and then another. “I need to know everything about you.”
I’m not sure I believe that. Hell, I don’t want her to know everything. In fact, this is the first time I have ever really questioned what I’ve done. The only reason being because she will find out, and I have no fucking clue how she’ll handle that.
“Let me wash you.” I lather my hands up with soap and start to roam her body with them. Angel lets out a happy sigh, leaning into me. I stroke soapy fingers over her mound and between her slit. A small moan comes from her, and a shiver leaves her. I turn her in my arms, pulling her back to my front. “You need to come, baby?”
“Please,” she whispers. I gently stroke her pussy, my thumb brushing over her clit. My other hand reaches up to her breast, cupping it to tease her nipple. “Abel,” Angel moans. I kiss along her neck.
I keep working her over. Angel pushes back harder into me, grinding against my cock. I let out a choked growl. I don’t deserve to touch her, but that’s not going to stop me.
“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 sweetAngel, 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.