Page 3 of From Angel to Rogue (Four Foxes #6)

I was sweaty and hot, but I didn’t give a fuck. It’s been too fucking long. The softness of her lips felt like I was coming back home, and I didn’t want to ever stop kissing her.

I had no clue when was the last time I kissed her, the last time I fucked her…

My tongue tasted every bit of her sweetness and it made me realize how distant we’d actually grown, maybe knowingly or unknowingly.

“Lan,” she gasped, her fingers gripping my hair.

My hand curved along her ass and lifted her, and her feet roped around my back, but I never stopped kissing her. It felt good, too fucking good like I had my girl right where she was supposed to be. She tasted all mine and I never wanted to let go.

I didn’t know how, but somehow we ended up on the couch. Her on her back and me all over her. Her fingernails dug into my bare back as I breathed in her, exploring every depth of her beautiful mouth.

My hands crept to the hem of her tight navy T-shirt and tugged it off her. I needed to touch her, touch every inch of her, now.

“God, Lan,” she mewled, rocking her hips with mine.

I snapped open her bra, revealing her creamy bouncing breasts with delicious pink tips and I dove in, dragging my lips along her stiff peaks, and she moaned loud while I sucked her nipples and alternated with nipping her sweet spot with my teeth. Just the way she liked it.

She smelled sweet, like roses and bergamot, like my Katy.

“Lan, please, I want you,” she groaned.

My tongue took one last taste of her nipples before I crawled back to her beautiful pink lips. I just couldn’t get enough of her.

She looked beautiful like an ethereal angel, pinks dotting the apples of her cheeks, her warm golden strands framing her delicate face, and her eyes gleaming like pools of green pearls.

I loved every single thing about her. Every part of her was beautiful and in the back of my mind, it pained me to think she thought I’d see her any differently.

“Lan,” she breathed and her eyes softened as her fingers roamed over my face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, angel,” I whispered against her lips

In seconds, I knelt over her hips. I drew my shorts away and pulled her jeans and lace panties off her.

My cock throbbed, pulsing with tension as my fingers found the wet heat between her thighs.

She groaned when I found her slick folds dripping for me, so soft and bare and pink.

“This pretty pussy wants me, doesn’t it, angel?” I asked, plunging one long finger inside her tight pussy.

“God, Lan.” Her lashes fluttered.

“Answer me, angel.” I slowly dragged my finger out of her, till only the tip of my finger remained, and I added a second finger till they were deep inside her. Curling and stroking over and over again.

She screamed, her thighs shaking as she felt my fingers stretch and fuck her in a blurring, wet mess.

“Lan, pl…please. It... It’s too much,” she whined, but her eyes were lulled with pleasure. Her back arched as her hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them hard.

I reached over and took a nipple between my fingers and pinched and tugged hard, which only made her eyes glisten like the moon on a dark sultry night.

And right when I felt her pussy clench, burning like an inferno, right when she was just about to come, I quickly retrieved my fingers and slammed my cock inside her in one fast move.

Every inch of my thick hard throbbing cock. I was buried to the hilt, her clit digging into my bone, not a centimeter to spare between. And I started to fuck her, slamming into her in deep long strokes.

“Oh God, Lan,” she shouted, her entire body trembling as her heels dug into my back.

Katy loved sweet, soft lovemaking in bed.

She loved to make rules and restrictions about it.

She loved to fucking schedule it.

She loved to be decent about it.

So I let her.

When all I wanted to do was tear open her clothes and fuck her pussy raw, make her sore between her thighs so she remembers me all fucking day before I made her sore all over again.

I wanted to mark her, to claim her, to fuck her until she only saw stars, but I tamed that animalistic side of me because she didn’t want it.

But right now, I didn’t give a fuck as I fucked her hard with every inch of me, pulsing in her sweet pussy.

From the looks of it, she loved it too.

The thunder of her heartbeat laced with her ragged moans and the sounds she made had me jerk my hips harder and harder into her.

“You want this, don’t you, Katy?” I growled in her ear. “You act like you don’t want me to fuck you hard, you don’t want me to treat you like you’re my slut, but you love this, don’t you? Your pussy loves my cock slamming into you like it belongs to me.”

I’d never spoken to her this way before. But she seemed to love that too.

Deep down, I always had the feeling my little angel wasn’t so innocent and would be a hellion in bed. Here she was, writhing and moaning and trembling under me like I was giving the best fuck of her entire existence.

I’d never seen her this expressive in bed before and I loved every second of it.

Sweat rolled down my forehead and a fat drop landed on her cheek while I rocked into her at a brutal pace.

“Eyes on me, angel. Eyes on me while I pound you good. Pound you like you deserve to be pounded,” I said with a bite while I rolled my hips harder into her.

Her beautiful eyes blinked open, half hooded with gleaming lust and love and pleasure.

“You like this?” I drew my hips back for one hard slam.

“Y…yes,” she moaned. “I love it.” Her arms clutched tightly around my neck.

My entire body sizzled with pleasure as her tight pussy clamped around my cock, hot and wet. I didn’t know if it was the years of unrestrained need or the days and weeks that I hadn’t touched her, but I fucked her like I’d never fucked her before.

I fucked her like she was meant to be fucked.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I took a piece of her cheek between my teeth as I dragged my tongue along the flesh. “Your pussy is burning my fucking cock, angel.”

“Yes, Lan,” she whispered, her fingers almost ripping my hair. “It’s so g…good. So good.”

That little praise only made me want to go harder and deeper into her. It did something to me knowing she was a mess, her perfection crumbling to utmost bliss, her letting go under me like she was always supposed to.

Every bit of her shattering because my cock was giving her exactly what she needed.

I reached between us and found her sensitive clit and rocked it hard.

“Lan,” she moaned as tiny quakes of delirious pleasure wracked through her body and her orgasm hit her in waves.

“Yes, angel. Come for me,” I grunted, pumping as my cock throbbed and twitched. I came undone, pouring ropes and ropes of my warm cum inside her.

It took two long minutes for the dizzying rush to leave my head.

Katy still didn’t recover; her chest heaved in small rasps, her face flushed, and her red lips parted as she caught her breath.

I carefully gathered her in my arms and settled her on top of me, holding her soft body close to me, not wanting to let go.

Moments like this with my Katy were rare. She always ran after sex, never met my eyes, and always avoided it with any excuse she could muster.

But it wasn’t always like that. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other ever since we lost our virginities to each other back when we were teenagers. But somewhere along the way, it stopped.

Now, with her revelation, it all made sense.

“You didn’t want sex,” I said, threading my fingers through her soft strands. “Because it reminded you.”

I didn’t say what , but she knew.

I felt her still, and for a long second, she didn’t say a thing. Eventually, she whispered, “Yes.”

I nodded. I didn’t like that she suffered in silence all these years.

I was her other half. I wanted to bear some of the weight, maybe all of the weight that’d been holding her down. I wanted to rip it all off and free her from her own chains. I wanted to free her.

I wanted to bring back that girl with glowing green eyes and an ever-present smile, carefree and beautiful.

“Let’s take a break, K,” I whispered. “We have nothing on our plate now. Let’s take some time just for ourselves. Just the two of us. Talk, fuck, eat, I don’t care what we do. Let’s just get away, go on a vacation or something.”

My suggestion made her muscles freeze.

“We can’t,” she muttered. “I have a full schedule.”

Frustration leaked into my veins. There it was, one of her favorite excuses. She might have gotten away with it a long time ago, but now I knew for a fact she was lying.

After six years of being milked by our previous label, which almost ruined our lives, we decided to quit and start out on our own.

We had enough money, fame, and power to do that now. That was what initially propelled my bandmates’ move to New York. There was nothing left for us in LA. Well, except for Katy, who had been clinging to this city like it was the last tether that was keeping her sane.

Now, our band was on a break, our first break in a long fucking time. And we had nothing on our schedules except for a few lone events here and there. Katy shouldn’t have work if the band she was managing didn’t have work.

“Katy, stop please, I’m tired of your excuses. We literally have nothing. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

Her small hands splayed on my chest as she brought herself to a seat. And I sighed, shifting away from our comfortable position.

This right here was what annoyed the fuck out of me when it came to her. She just couldn’t sit still—she always had to be on her feet while her mind worked a million miles an hour.

“I’m not lying. We have Matty’s label launch, remember?” she said, not even meeting my eyes. She pulled her discarded T-shirt over her head, hiding her beautiful lean frame, and tugged on her 80s-style black jeans over her long smooth legs.

And I followed, dragging my shorts back into place.