Page 126 of Never Fall for an Angel

“So fucking sweet,” I murmur against her nipple, my tongue drawing even circles around the bud. I lean back up, pressing my face to the side of hers. The cart starts to come down for the second pass, and just in time, I lean back, tugging her dress back up to cover her and stilling my movements in her cunt. She buries her face in the side of my neck, her skin damp against mine. “Bite me if you think you can’t stay quiet.”

Just as we pass the people still waiting in line, I add a third finger, stretching her, and her teeth dig into my skin. I bite backa groan, keeping my fingers locked inside her and my face blank while I push in, pressed all the way to the hilt.

As soon as we’re cruising past the people still waiting in line, I tug her knees apart and place her foot on the seat between my legs, opening her up to me. Her head falls back against the seat, her skin flushed, and her breathing heavy.

“Fuck, look at you,” I grin, moving slowly. Letting her get adjusted. “How’s that feel?”

“Good,” she whimpers softly, eyes on mine.

“You want to use your safeword?”

“No,” she attempts to shake her head, but I’ve got her throat firmly pinned to the seat.

“You’ve got three of my fingers buried in this tight little cunt, sweetheart.”

“Christian,” she whimpers desperately against my neck, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.

“I know, sweetheart. You’ve got three minutes to come, Mila. Think you can do it?”

She screws her eyes shut, and my free hand reaches up to cup her cheek, turning her face back to mine. I hold her there, my stare eating up hers while I finger her pussy at a ruthless pace.

“Answer the question, Mila.”

Her teeth chatter at the onslaught of pleasure, her nails digging into my wrist to the point of pain. The pain keeps me grounded. Keeps me from stripping her bare and fucking her right here and giving Supermom something to really throw a fit over.

“I don’t know,” she breathes, and I can see in her eyes she’s actually not sure. She wants to. Fuck, she wants to, but her mind’s holding her back. I want to steal those memories away from her in that very moment. Keep them locked away inside meso she never has to feel those things again. Until she’s free to live the life she deserves and not whatever was handed to her.

“This is my pussy,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. It’s not kissing her if I don’t completely press my lips to hers, right? “And I say it can.”

I continue my movements, adding my thumb to circle her clit in rapid strokes while I do.

“Eyes on me, little devil,” I instruct, holding her gaze. Her pulse flutters against my hand, and her eyes grow half-lidded and hazy when her pussy starts to tighten around me. “Let me see you fall apart.”

We pause at the top of the Ferris wheel, and the view of the Olympic Forest is nice, but nothing looks as good as the pleading in her eyes.

“Christian,” she breathes, her teeth digging into her bottom lip so hard, I worry she’ll break skin again.

“You going to come for me like a good girl?”

She nods, her eyes fluttering closed when I tighten my hand around her throat.

“Let me have it, Mila,” I press my lips to the side of her face. Those moonlight eyes lock with mine, hazy and soft with desire, and it’s at that moment I know I’ve signed my own fucking death warrant.

She can take whatever she needs from me. The world can have whatever’s left.

“I need to feel you come.”

She shivers, trembles moving through her, and just when I change my angle, curling my fingers up to stroke that sensitive spot inside her, she moans, her cries ringing out between us when her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

“Fucking Christ, little devil,” I grit, pumping inside her as best I can while she comes undone for me, her come seeping out around my fingers. “So fucking beautiful.”

I press my lips to her neck, nipping the flesh between my teeth. It’s not nearly as hard as she bit me, but it gets my point across. She’s mine to please. Mine to protect.

She shivers when she comes down, pretty eyes meeting mine. She glowers at me, opening her mouth to snap at me, but I silence it with a press of my lips to her forehead, my hands on either side of her face. It’s softer than I’ve been with her in a long time, and I know it’s fucking with her head.

Hell, it’s fucking with mine.

“Come,” I say the moment the wheel reaches the bottom. I take her hand in mine and lead her towards the exit. “We’ve got a whole lot more ground to cover before we get home.”

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