Page 125 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Christian,” she begs, though I’m not sure even she knows what she’s begging for. I grin, nodding to the door.

“Don’t you want to come, sweetheart?” I purr, slipping my tongue along her jaw and nipping the smooth skin. Her breath hitches, coming in short, shallow pants. “Aren’t you ready for me to please my pussy?”

She lets out a soft whimper when I nip her ear lobe, my tongue soothing the sting.

“Yes.”

“Put your leg up on the door and look out the window, Mila.”

My fingers gently brush her soft inner, thigh over the curve of her mound, then lower until I’m just barely cupping her through the lace of her panties.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” I warn, my voice deeper and hoarse with the need to feel her.

Whimpering softly, she kicks her leg out, placing it on the edge of the door, spreading herself wide for me. We both glance down to where I slip her panties out of the way, my finger slipping between her folds.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath just as we crest the top of the Ferris wheel. Three rotations is all I’ll get to make her come. The cart stops, and we sway in the air for a moment, but I don’t think either of us is really paying attention to the scenery right now.

“What if someone sees?” she exhales under her breath when I rim the shell of her ear. I slip lower, my tongue tracing the smooth column of her neck before I suck on the flesh over her racing pulse.

“Does that make your pussy wet, sweetheart?” I taunt, slipping a finger inside her and gathering her arousal before moving higher to swirl it around her clit. She bites her lip, looking down at what I’m doing to her. “Knowing someone could see you with my fingers buried inside this sweet little cunt?”

She feels so fucking tight, it’s a wonder my cock ever fit the first time. My mouth waters to taste her, and I raise my fingers from her pussy, slipping them in my mouth. I groan, leaning forward and spitting on her clit, and her eyes flutter, heavy and delirious on mine.

Slipping my saliva around the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs, I draw a soft moan from between her lips.

Fuck me. That shit can get addicting.

“Yes,” she admits, her head falling back against the seat behind us when I pinch her clit between my fingers, her lips parting on a silent breath. I slide a finger back inside her, aligning my palm to connect with her clit while I push them in and out of her.

“It turns you on for them to know this pussy belongs to me? That soon, I’m going to spread you out in my bed, and you’re going to be coming all over my cock?”

“Christian . . .” she breathes just as we near the bottom of the wheel.

“Put your leg down.”

Quickly, I still my hand, my thumb giving her gentle, minuscule strokes over her clit when we reach the bottom.

The moment we pass, I push her leg back up and sink inside her again.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, feeling her walls tighten around me. She’s tighter than I remember. I press against her walls, pushing up to that spot that has her eyes rolling back and her head hitting the seat behind her. “Such a pretty little pussy, sweetheart. Look at me.”

She shivers, her eyes opening to meet mine, a haze covering the pretty gaze. I continue to move inside her, pushing her to accept me while I work a second finger in.

“How’s that feel, Mila?” My voice is rough with the need to fuck her until I’ve had my fill of her. Maybe then, I could get her out of my fucking head long enough to breathe.

“G-good,” she trembles, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.

Fuck, I’d love nothing more than to kiss her. To swallow her desperate little whimpers on my tongue, but she’s not ready. Somehow, kissing is more intimate than my fingers in her pussy, even to me. Kissing implies there’s love or the possibility of it. Kissing is a selfless act. A connection neither of us prepared for.

So, instead, I do the next best thing. Leaning down, I tug the top of her dress down, exposing her tit to me, and suck the hardened nub into my mouth, lacy bra and all.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, her hand tightening around mine between her legs as I continue to pump in and out of her.

Fuck, it’s not enough, but it’s all I’m willing to give either of us right now. I can’t be . . . whatever she needs me to be. I’m not gentle. I’m not soft. I’m not good at wiping tears away. I can fuck her, but I can’t let her lose herself in the process.

She went through hell. Pure fucking hell. I can’t be another monster in her nightmares.

So, for now, I’ll make her come in any way I can think of until she’s ready to take me.

---