Page 11 of Archangel

“Fuck.” I shifted my weight so I could reach between us to guide my cock to her entrance. The second the head touched her opening, she arched her back at the same time I thrust and I was inside her to the fucking hilt.

I grunted at the same time she gasped in a startled breath. I knew I needed to stop, to figure out what the fuck was going on besides the best sex of my life.

Her fingers slid from my ass to grip my hips and she stilled me. I shoved inside her once more and held still. I could control myself from taking her like a rabid dog, but I had to be inside her to do it.

A growl escaped me as I pressed my face to her neck and inhaled, needing to take her scent into me so I could keep her with me forever. I nuzzled her, coaxing her to relax again, to be that little nymphomaniac who’d swallowed me down. I needed to…fuck her!

“Just give me a second.” Her voice was a mere whisper, but I could hear the slight tremor. “One second.”

“Tell me what you need.”

She turned her head and found my lips. Her kiss was like black magic. Forbidden but so much Goddamned fun. I flexed my hips and she met me. I wasn’t a small man so I’d had more than one woman need to adjust, but the small hesitation gave me the time to realize something was off. Her kisses and tight little pussy were rapidly driving my returning sanity off again, but a tiny corner in the back of my mind was telling me I needed to hold still and pay way more attention to the woman in my arms.

Then she arched her hips, driving me just that little bit deeper inside her. Her pussy clamped down around my dick and she gave a surprised yelp, then screamed as her pussy milked my cock with her orgasm.

“Angel!” My name on her lips as she came was the final nail in my coffin. I wanted to hear that voice in that tone every single day for the rest of my life. Two quick thrusts later and I came. And came.And… came…

With one last grunt, I collapsed on top of her. Sweat coated our skin, and we were both breathing hard. I buried my face in her neck. When she tilted her head and exposed more of her skin to me, I kissed and licked her flesh tenderly in praise of her giving so freely of her body. The show of affection wasn’t something I ever did but was as natural as breathing with this woman.

I rolled us to our sides, my arms still locked tightly around her. When the fog started to lift from my brain as the blood rushed from my dick back to my brain, the thing I was missing hit me like a bullet between the eyes.

“Sonya.” Her name was like both a whispered prayer and a plea for mercy.

“Wow.” She smiled as she breathed out the word. “You came hard.”

“Fuck yeah, I came hard,” I muttered as I tried to catch my breath. I hadn’t meant to speak out loud but opening my big fat mouth was the very least of my problems. “What the fuck was that, Sonya?”

She gave me a dazzling smile, stretching beneath me like a contented cat. “I was bored. And you needed a good fuck.” She shrugged. “Looks like we both win.”

I was so stunned I couldn’t say anything. This was what I’d been missing. I’d just come my brains out inside Sonya’s sweet pussy. And I was ready for another round.

Sonya continued to smile. She must have felt my cock growing hard where it rested against her thigh because her eyes got wide, then she slipped her arms around my neck. “So… do you want a repeat?”

It felt like someone tossed a bucket of ice water in my face. I jerked back and practically jumped out of bed. “Holy fuckin’ hell!” I shoved myself away from her and stood, pulling up my boxers in a couple of jerky motions. I gave her a pointed look meant to chastise her like the naughty little girl she’d been. And, oh, my God, I was going to hell for that thought! “No more of that!” Took everything I had not to tack “young lady” at the end.

There was a brief flash of hurt in her expression before she smirked and rested her arm on her hip as she lay on her side. “Up to you. I figure if we’ve still got a couple of days before we leave, we might as well do something besides sit on the ground with our eyes shut…breathing.” She sat up and reached for her shirt, turning her body away from me as she shrugged into the garment. She gave me a little wave. “See you in the morning, Archangel.” The smile she flashed was meant to be cocky and confident. Instead, I thought I saw hurt and doubt. Then she opened the door and was gone.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. My cock was still leaking cum and was rapidly getting hard again. Fuck! How the fuck had I let this happen? Being half asleep was no excuse. There is no way I should have been so caught up in the pleasure I forgot where I was and who I was with. I’d told her we were locked in this place, and I’d meant it. No one came in or out without my knowledge. So, had I listened to that little feeling in the back of my brain, I’d have realized who was in my bed. The truth was, I hadn’t wanted to know who was sucking my dick. Because knowing would have meant stopping her sweet mouth from taking my cum.

For the first time in a very long time, I was at a loss as to what to do. Where my instinct had been telling me to stop before, now it was telling me to go after Sonya. To keep her now that I’d made her mine. I could deal with Thorn. My problem was not knowing what she wanted. So yes. We were going to have to talk about this sooner rather than later.

I took a breath and held it, trying to locate that inner calm I’d been trying to teach Sonya about. There was no peace to be found. Not while Sonya wasn’t in my arms.

I opened the door to my cabin just as the door to hers clicked shut. She hadn’t slammed it or even hurried to her private space, instead taking her time and quietly shutting herself inside. I did hear the snick of the lock as I took the first step onto her porch.

“Sonya? Open up.”

“I’m sorry, Archangel. Now the adrenaline’s gone, I’m really tired.”

“Me too. Open up.” I knocked several times on the door for emphasis.

“Please, can you just let me be? I’m sorry I came to your cabin. I won’t do it again.” Yeah. That wasn’t happening. I could definitely hear the hurt and regret in her voice and I wasn’t having it.

“Open. Up.” I put some force behind the command. I hoped it would get her back up. She’d deal with me better if she was angry or stubborn than she would if she was feeling vulnerable. Because now that I’d had time to replay a few of the events leading to this point, I knew she might not have been a virgin but wasn’t much more than that.

I heard her heave out an exasperated sigh before unlocking and opening the door. “Are you always so fucking stubborn?” Her upturned face was a mask of indifference and annoyance, but a mask was all it was.

“Nope. I’m usually worse. Let me in.”

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