Page 47 of Heaven Leigh’s Little Halloween

Her eyes sparkled and her mouth tilted up at one side. “Well, I wanted to be prepared just in case. Besides, people keep teasing me about the Monday panties.”

Angel crumpled them and dropped them to the floor as he leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her. “You can wear any panties you like, mi corazón, or none at all… and I’ll still find you sexy.”

The sharp intake of breath and the way her teeth scraped across her bottom lip almost undid him. His cock was painfully hard, and she was right there, ready to be taken.

He’d pictured this going differently their first time. There had been thoughts of exploring every inch of her body, but the reality was too much. There was no way he was going to hold out that long.

Which didn’t mean it wouldn’t be satisfying for both of them. It just meant he needed to move things along pronto. He shifted her backward on the bed, giving him room to climb on.

The bed was just the right height for him to slide into her body while standing up, and he doubted that was a coincidence. Rawhide Ranch put a lot of thought into these things, but that, and every other position they could think of, could be explored in the future when he had more stamina and less need controlling him.

He caught her lips in a quick hard kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as if claiming her. It caught her by surprise, but she responded eagerly before he moved down to kiss her neck, her shoulders.

Her fingers caught in his hair, tugging, and he looked up. “You don’t need to go slow for me. I’m more than ready,” she assured him.

“Some things… can’t be rushed, Heaven.” Which was the exact opposite of what he’d been thinking, so he corrected himself. “Well, they can be rushed a little, but you’re not nearly as desperate as I want you to be.”

He grinned and went back to licking, sucking, and kissing his way down her body. He stopped to give her small pink nipples a little attention, just enough to make them pebble as they turned into hard little nubs.

She moaned and the sound made his hips buck. The tip of his cock slid across her thigh leaving a wet trail of pre-cum behind. He gritted his teeth as he fought for control, and then he rewarded her by taking some of her own control away.

He spread her legs, kneeling between them and leaned down to dip his tongue between her dripping pussy lips. It was his first taste of her, and she was just as sweet as he’d imagined. As he swept the flat of his tongue up between her folds, she cried out and her hands fisted in the bedcover.

“Please, please…” She didn’t need to make it clear what she was begging for—he knew.

Angel settled down with her legs on either side of him. He spread her apart and held her open as he began to devour her with fast eager licks. He avoided her clit at first, teasing her, ramping up her need by licking everywhere but the place she most wanted his tongue.

Her hips lifted off the bed, urging him desperately. Her hands caught in his hair and tried tugging and he ignored it. What he couldn’t ignore was his own spiraling passions. He couldn’t sheathe himself in her, as much as he wanted to, because he didn’t have any condoms.

She might have been prepared for this, but he hadn’t been expecting it so soon. His health records, like everyone on the Ranch, were clear of course, but there were other issues, like birth control. Things had gone too quickly to even discuss the subject.

Being the Daddy meant he had to put his own desires aside to do what was best for her. He was getting a firsthand lesson right now in how it would suck sometimes. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it anyway—for her, but if she didn’t settle down, he was going to spill on the bed like a horny teenager and that wasn’t how he wanted to end this.

He nipped her inner thigh with a growl. “Stay still or I’ll stop,” he warned her. It was a threat he had no intention of keeping, but it worked for the moment, and she settled down with a long whine.

His mouth settled on her clit, sucking with a slow steady rhythm, as he slid one finger into her. She cried out and her hips started to rise again. The moment her backside left the bed he stopped and gave her a warning look.

“You really don’t want me to stop now, do you?”

She groaned. “You’re a lot more patient and easygoing in the kitchen!”

Angel laughed as he pumped his finger in and out of her. “Yeah, I leave all that at the bedroom door, mi corazón. In here you’ll find me a lot rougher and more exacting. Having second thoughts?” He pulled his hand free and then a second later drove back in with two fingers.

“No. Heck no. That’s perfect,” she blurted.

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.” He shot her a wicked grin and then buried his face between her thighs again. While his fingers worked their magic, he focused on her clit, circling it with his tongue, stroking, teasing until she was shaking and making one desperate sound after another.

It was a race now to make her come before he crossed the line of being able to hold himself back. He wanted to feel her writhing underneath his mouth as he brought her right to the edge and then over. And then he’d finish off, splattering her belly with his seed, so he could look at her face while he finished.

That wasn’t quite how it went in the end.

She convulsed around his fingers as he curled them and stroked across just the right spot to shatter her. His mouth didn’t stop. He was too busy milking the climax, drawing it out until her whole body stiffened and her muscles quivered as she spilled over into a second.

The noise she was making made him glad that the walls were insulated, but he loved every cry. After the third orgasm he realized he was at the edge himself and sat back, releasing her. He wiped the back of his hand across his chin, it came away glistening with her juices.

He licked them off while staring directly at her. Her eyes were closed at first, but she opened them in time to see what he was doing. “You taste delicious,” he assured her.

“Please… don’t stop. I want to feel you inside of me,” she said, lifting her hips in invitation. “It won’t feel… real until I do.”

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