Page 19 of Damned By His Angel

I do.

She makes her way over to me with her head down. I can feel the nerves rolling off her as we climb in the truck. The silence stretches between us, unlike her I’m not filled with nerves, I’m excited for the first time in a really long fucking time. The moment we pull up to my place, I spot his car parked out front. Before she can get out, I grip her arm, halting her escape. She meets my stare with a worried look in her eyes.

“You call the shots.” She darts her tongue out and licks her lips, my mind blanks as I picture her using that tongue on me.

“Nos, I… I’m scared.” Her honesty astounds me for a moment.

“Why?”

“I trust you and I know you will always make sure I am protected but things are different now.”

I reach out and cup her cheeks. “Say the word and this ends now, I’ll never force you to do anything?—”

“My body has changed, not my desires,” she admits.

The tension flees as I smile at her, the sight has her breath hitching. “You know you have never looked more beautiful than you do now. Being pregnant only enhances your natural beauty, angel.”

She melts into my touch. “You may feel that way but I don’t know how… whoever that is will feel.”

I drop my hold and reel back. “The fuck do you mean?”

Her brows furrow. “The guy in the car?—”

“The guy in the car is Vance.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “I may have a kink, Amelia, but make no fucking mistake, I would never allow just anyone to touch you. I called him yesterday and told him to come out.” Vance is the only guy I have ever let touch Amelia. I vetted the guy thoroughly before even considering letting him touch her. The fact she thought I would just allow some cocksucker to touch her pisses me off.

“Well, that changes things.”

“You’re going to pay for that shit,” I vow.

“Pay for what?” She balks.

“For thinking I would let some fucking random cunt touch you!”

Her jaw unhinges. “How was I supposed to know you would call him—wait, you called him yesterday?” I nod. “Well, wasn’t that very presumptuous of you!” The little minx slips out of the truck before I can reply. I follow after her and eliminate the space between us in a few strides, slinging my arm over her shoulders as Vance steps out of his car. We don’t do pleasantries, there is no need for it. He is here for a job, provides his service and then leaves. Any more than that and it complicates shit and I hate complications.

Vance nods his greetings and follows us inside the cabin. I have a set of rules that I will never deviate from. Ever since Amelia agreed to embrace this side of me I made sure there were rules from the start, if there are no rules then shit gets blurred and I won’t have that. She may be the one who has the final say about this going ahead or not, but make no mistake, I am the one in control and I call all the shots. He can fuck her but I am the one who dictates when and if she gets to come.

I turn to face Vance, the thing that settled my unease when I first met him is the fact he didn’t fidget or act nervous, he knows why he is here and what his job is.

“You remember the rules?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.

“It’s been a minute, Vance, I’m gonna need you to say them for me.” My tone is firm and unyielding.

“No kissing, always have my dick wrapped, only do as you say, she says stop at any time and it ends there and then, no questions asked.” He’s bang on the money. I also won’t allow him to ever fuck her in our bed, that place is sacred and for her and I only. I refuse to allow his lips on hers, that shit is too intimate and reserved only for me. You can fuck someone without kissing them. In my mind, if you kiss someone then you must feel something for them. I pull my attention from him to look at Amelia, only to find her gaze already on me. Before I can utter a single word, she grips the front of my shirt and pulls me down to her so she can kiss me. I grip her hips and pull her forward so she can feel how hard I am already.

She breaks the kiss before I can deepen it, the sinister look in her eyes has a fire surging in my veins. She pushes me back and I fall into my recliner. A sultry smirk graces her stunning face as she grips the hem of her shirt and slowly pulls it over her head, then tosses it to the side. My mouth waters at the sight of her lacey bra, her tits are growing along with her bump and fuck me if I’m not loving the sight of her pregnant. I send a silent thank you to Beth for taking her shopping. Vance presses forward and plasters himself against her back, she leans back into him and tilts her head to the side offering him her neck. He obliges her silent request and bites down gently on the tender flesh, he knows better than to leave any marks on her flawless skin.

He bats her hands away and cups her tits, drawing a lust-filled moan from her parted lips. My cock is rock-fucking-hard. “Get rid of your pants, angel.” Vance continues to nip at her neck as she rids herself of her pants and kicks them to the side. My eyes zero in on her bare pussy, knowing my cum still coats the walls of her addictive cunt brings a smile to my face. “Touch her pussy.”

Vance skates his hand down her body slowly. As his fingertips graze her hip, she begins to tremble in anticipation. The sight of his hands near her bump gives me pause for a second, as a surge of protectiveness rises inside me until he shifts lower. Vance knows how she likes it and needs it but won’t do shit until I give the order. He cups her pussy and Amelia rises to her tiptoes, moaning.

“Nos, I need him to finger me,” she pleads.

“You get what I tell him to give you.” She whimpers but clamps her mouth closed. “Play with her but don't let her come on your hand.” Vance slides a finger through her folds and she cries out, arching forward. He wraps his other arm around her chest, holding her in place as he begins to circle her clit. She widens her legs to give him better access. “Eyes on me!” I snap, instantly she meets my heated stare. She knows I have to have her eyes on me the entire time or this stops. Her face contorts in pleasure when Vance inserts two fingers inside her tight little cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” she grits out when he presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, her eyes grow glassy as she tries to fuck his fingers and wring an orgasm out of them but Vance is aware of her dirty little tricks and yanks his fingers free, causing her to pout.

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