Page 41 of Wicked Angel

“Spread your fucking legs, Angel,” I growled.

She glared at me and pressed her knees together in response, forcing me to grip them and shove them farther apart. She winced as I spread her open impossibly wide, my hands gripping her under her knees. I pushed up, the crinkling of the soft and delicate fabric of her dress crunching under the movements.

“You’re going to ruin the dress,” she snapped. “Everyone will know.”

“Does that embarrass you?” I mused aloud.

Bright pink touched her cheeks. “Yes,” she hissed back.

“Good.” More, I pushed her legs until she was entirely on her back on the table, nearly folded in half. “Hold your legs.”

Angel shook her head back and forth. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she replied.

"Who gives a shit what we should be doing?” I couldn’t help the growl in my voice. My cock was pounding in my slacks and her delicate little pussy was so close. I was close to losing my control, something even rarer than a woman who intrigued me the way she did. “I do whatever I fucking want," I informed her as I shoved her legs even farther apart despite her half-hearted resistance.

My fingers left the white stockings she had on underneath her gown and moved upward until I touched silky flesh. A groan bubbled up my throat as her gaze darted to mine. There was a flush on her beautiful face. It trickled down from her cheeks and spread across the skin of her upper chest that was rising and falling, pressing her breasts up and nearly spilling them out of the heart-shaped neckline of her dress.

“I can fucking smell you, Angel,” I whispered, relishing in the spark of humiliation that lit up her gaze as it bounced down to my face and then away as if she could hide it if she didn’t look at me. Stepping closer, I moved my hips between hers, keeping her legs pressed open.

Panting, she glanced up at me from beneath her lashes. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

I hooked my fingers in the thin lace of her underwear and pulled the tiny white thong up her thighs until they were hooked at her knees. She looked like a feast spread open before me, surrounded by all this innocent white lace, her pussy on display.

"Because..." My eyes were locked on her flesh. “I can, Angel.” I grabbed the fabric of her skirts and shoved it up further, leaving her with the several thousand dollar gown bunched around her middle.

Her breasts were still bound within the bodice, and as much as I wanted to free them—to bite and lick at what I was sure were tight, pointed little nipples—her pussy was my goal. I slid two fingers between her bare folds, and when they came away, the truth of her feelings became clear. Shoving my hand in front of her face, I held my sticky fingers before her, the evidence of her arousal on display.

“Someone’s not a very honest little girl, is she?” I taunted her.

A faint growl escaped her as she glared back at me. “If you’re going to fuck me, then just do it, Gaven. Don’t torment me like this.”

“Oh, but that’s what I love, sweetheart,” I replied. “I love tormenting you. Making you question … will he fuck me? Will he put his fist back inside of me?” Her whole body went rigid at that last comment and I chuckled.

“Don’t worry, love,” I assured her. “I have no intention of making you walk down the aisle after having taken my fist in your pussy again.”

“I don’t trust you,” she shot back.

I returned my fingers to her cunt, sliding through her folds once more before pushing them into her entrance and feeling her tighten around me. “I don’t care if you don’t trust me,” I said.

Her eyelids slid shut, but that wouldn’t do. I withdrew from her pussy and reached up, tweaking her clit between my thumb and forefinger. A delicate squeak escaped her mouth, and her eyes shot back open.

"Keep your eyes open and on me," I ordered.

Angel bucked against the strength of my fingers as I shoved them back inside. She whimpered, the sound going straight to my cock. "Gaven," she whispered. "Please—just let me go. People are waiting..."

I lightened my touch, but only by a little. It was enough for her to breathe a sigh of relief and relax in my arms. “Do you want something else, darling?”

Her lips parted, but she shook her head as I withdrew and added a third finger to her cunt, stretching her apart as I thrust into her. She bit down on her lower lip as her thighs became drenched in her own juices. Such a little fighter.

“I’m not going to stop until you tell me,” I warned her. “Tell me what you want.”

Angel undulated on the table, her hips arching into my hand and her pussy squeezing against my fingers as I stretched her hole. It would feel so fucking good to fuck her. To shove my cock between these folds of hers and unload into her depths as she scratched at me and cried out when her own body shook in the throes of release.

With my thumb, I brushed against the little nub at the top of her sex. Angel’s back arched, and she cried out in shock.

“Answer me,” I demanded.

“I don’t know what you want from me!” she said quickly.

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