Page 7 of From Angel to Rogue
So I let her.
When all I wanted to do was tear open her clothes and fuck her pussy raw, make her sore between her thighs so she remembers me all fucking day before I made her sore all over again.
I wanted to mark her, to claim her, to fuck her until she only saw stars, but I tamed that animalistic side of me because she didn’t want it.
But right now, I didn’t give a fuck as I fucked her hard with every inch of me, pulsing in her sweet pussy.
From the looks of it, she loved it too.
The thunder of her heartbeat laced with her ragged moans and the sounds she made had me jerk my hips harder and harder into her.
“You want this, don’t you, Katy?” I growled in her ear. “You act like you don’t want me to fuck you hard, you don’t want me to treat you like you’re my slut, but you love this, don’t you? Your pussy loves my cock slamming into you like it belongs to me.”
I’d never spoken to her this way before. But she seemed to love that too.
Deep down, I always had the feeling my little angel wasn’t so innocent and would be a hellion in bed. Here she was, writhing and moaning and trembling under me like I was giving the best fuck of her entire existence.
I’d never seen her this expressive in bed before and I loved every second of it.
Sweat rolled down my forehead and a fat drop landed on her cheek while I rocked into her at a brutal pace.
“Eyes on me, angel. Eyes on me while I pound you good. Pound you like you deserve to be pounded,” I said with a bite while I rolled my hips harder into her.
Her beautiful eyes blinked open, half hooded with gleaming lust and love and pleasure.
“You like this?” I drew my hips back for one hard slam.
“Y…yes,” she moaned. “I love it.” Her arms clutched tightly around my neck.
My entire body sizzled with pleasure as her tight pussy clamped around my cock, hot and wet. I didn’t know if it was the years of unrestrained need or the days and weeks that I hadn’t touched her, but I fucked her like I’d never fucked her before.
I fucked her like she was meant to be fucked.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I took a piece of her cheek between my teeth as I dragged my tongue along the flesh. “Your pussy is burning my fucking cock, angel.”
“Yes, Lan,” she whispered, her fingers almost ripping my hair. “It’s so g…good. So good.”
That little praise only made me want to go harder and deeper into her. It did something to me knowing she was a mess, her perfection crumbling to utmost bliss, her letting go under me like she was always supposed to.
Every bit of her shattering because my cock was giving her exactly what she needed.
I reached between us and found her sensitive clit and rocked it hard.
“Lan,” she moaned as tiny quakes of delirious pleasure wracked through her body and her orgasm hit her in waves.
“Yes, angel. Come for me,” I grunted, pumping as my cock throbbed and twitched. I came undone, pouring ropes and ropes of my warm cum inside her.
It took two long minutes for the dizzying rush to leave my head.
Katy still didn’t recover; her chest heaved in small rasps, her face flushed, and her red lips parted as she caught her breath.
I carefully gathered her in my arms and settled her on top of me, holding her soft body close to me, not wanting to let go.
Moments like this with my Katy were rare. She always ran after sex, never met my eyes, and always avoided it with any excuse she could muster.
But it wasn’t always like that. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other ever since we lost our virginities to each other back when we were teenagers. But somewhere along the way, it stopped.
Now, with her revelation, it all made sense.
