Page 17 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)
“Plea–” I cut her off, sinking two fingers into her while feasting on her clit. Alison was on mute, all her moans trapped before the release of her first orgasm.
“Maaaxxx!” She cried, riding her high under my unwavering stare. Fuck she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
I let her catch her breath before wreaking the havoc I was lusting for just as much as fucking her.
“My real name is Gabriel. My wings are not white, Alison. I'm a fallen angel, dark and sinful. Remember that. That's the name you'll scream the next time I make you come.”
“What?” She was still in a fog, her mind clouded by pleasure as I flipped her over, pulling her to her hands and knees.
“Later,” I simply said, pulling my pants and boxers down my legs, eager to have my cock covered in her cum.
Alison was about to protest when I shoved her head into the mattress, holding firmly between her shoulder blades as I aligned my cock with her dripping entrance, stroking my head over her slick cum before driving inside of her without mercy. “One more thing, Princess, I’m fucking you raw.”
Right then and there, I met my savior. Heaven does exist, after all. It’s just buried deep inside the angel I’ve been craving for three damn years. The angel that I shouldn’t be corrupting with every ravenous thrust I was ramming her with.
Alison moaned beneath me, confirming exactly what I already knew.
She needed this. Someone who wasn’t afraid of who her brother was.
Someone who could love her like a queen and fuck her like a slut.
Someone who would be damn proud to know that she wouldn’t be walking straight tomorrow, and each time those legs crossed, she would feel me all over again. That was me. I was someone.
I slowed down, pulling almost completely out, spreading her ass cheeks with my palms, trusting that Alison wouldn’t be moving from the ass-up position I’d put her in.
“Max, no, please don’t stop,” She begged, and fuck, I almost caved. I’d be a goner if I carried on, though. She was too damn good to last long, so I needed to pace this.
I moved slowly, just the tip of my cock poking in and out of her, and each time it did, Alison squirmed under me, her moans of bliss becoming louder with each one.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing.”
I kept going, a steady pace of tantalizingly slow fucks that were building on her tension. I’d get back to the hard stuff I knew she’d love, but first, I needed to fill every hole she had with a part of me.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” I pressed a thumb to her asshole, pushing in just slightly, feeling her stiffen as I did. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s me.”
“N-no.” She stuttered between ragged breaths and a new, full, balls-deep thrust before I backtracked again to fucking her with the head of my dick only. That was the only answer I could bear to hear. I wanted a first.
I drove all in again, harsh and punishing. Fuck, I was lying to myself. I couldn’t give a damn about firsts, I was all about lasts. I wanted that. To be her last. From today until forever.
“I’m going to fuck that ass, Alison, and you’re going to love every minute of it.
” I pressed my thumb a little further, pulsing off-beat with my cock, finding her resistance lifting and giving way for pleasure.
“That’s my girl. You like getting this hole fucked while my cock’s filling you, don’t you? ”
“Yes! God, yes!” Words mixed with moans and cries I couldn’t get enough of.
I pressed the button on the purple bullet, revving it up to the highest setting before grabbing her hand and placing it there. “This goes on your clit and only leaves when I say it can.”
I felt the exact moment the vibration settled on her sensitive nerve, her pussy clenching so hard it sucked me all the way in.
“Jesus fu–” her words were lost at the intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing.
“Put it on, Alison.”
She did, a close-like scream escaping her throat upon impact. I was still shallowly thrusting, withdrawing completely every time so she could feel my piercing grazing her entrance as I did, my thumb inching more and more inside as she was losing herself to bliss.
It took less than a minute, steady repetition, and a whole lot of willpower from me not to give in to what I wanted, and Alison was undone.
“Please, oh my God, Gabriel, please.” She was pleading for mercy, for more, for her damn soul who wouldn’t find this ecstasy with another fucking man.
“This stays.” I circled my arm around her waist, firmly placing the vibrator against her swollen clit, “I’m not done with you yet.”
I sank my cock fully into her, reveling in the blissful sensation of being buried in her to the brim, pulling her body up just enough so I could wrap my free hand around her throat.
“I said I was fucking you tonight. And you’re coming again, only this time, you’ll be coming when I come.”
I started the assault on her body, ramming into her again and again with reckless force, my hand tightening just enough to constrict her airways, Alison’s mouth open, but all the sounds stolen from her chest.
Flesh pounding into flesh resounded through the room, my grunts growing louder as my thrusts grew in power. She’ll feel me tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.
“Fuck, Angelo, your pussy is loving the beating.”
“Oh fuck, yes, Max! I’m almost there.”
I sank my teeth just beneath her shoulder, the sting intended as a punishment that sounded like a reward by the moan Alison let escape while her pussy clenched and gripped my cock like the most vicious vice.
It was enough to have Alison realizing her mistake, correcting her choice of words even in her lustful haze.
“I’m coming, Gabriel. Please, I’m…”
She stilled, her back arching up as she harvested all the bliss before the final rapture, pulling me right along with her up to the Gates of Heaven. Her scream was euphoric, but mixed with mine? It was the purest fucking symphony of all time.
Alison’s body slumped forward onto her hands again, spent and heavily heaving, a tinge of guilt slashing through my chest as I had forgotten she was still recovering.
I’m a fucking bastard.
I hunched down to watch my cum dripping from her pussy, red and raw, just like I wanted it to be. I let myself taste us, my tongue sweeping flat on her overstimulated clit all the way to her drenched entrance.
“My cum… You wear it like a queen!”
Alison crawled towards her pillows, not minding the mess we had made, and I sure didn’t, either. I wanted her covered and coated in me.
I opened the bed before stripping down to nothing but skin and a stupid smile that wouldn’t be coming off so soon, wrapping Alison’s body in my arms while she rested her head on my chest.
Time stood still in homage to this moment, Alison’s breathing slowing to a peaceful rhythm.
“Gabriel…” There was a question in there somewhere, but tonight wasn’t meant for it.
“Tomorrow, Angel. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you all about him.”