It’s cheap medicine for reality, but it’ll work. The side effect is that I’m going to make it so that even after this is all done, she is mine, marked body and soul. Then again, I’m pretty sure that the reverse is true, that I’m going to be marked by her as well. A small price to pay for having an honest to God Angel.
I roll onto her, forcing her legs wide around my hips as I press my cock to her pussy and cage her in with my arms. I can feel the heat from her pussy, the thin cotton the only thing between us as I kiss her neck and tug at her ear with my teeth.
She reaches up, her little nails leaving pink lines where she scrapes my arms, tugging me toward her. I lower my body, covering her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both panting. She looks at me, her eyes full of want and fear and pain and more.
Grabbing her hands, I push them to the bed above her head, her back arching beautifully to press her full tits toward me. “Angel, tell me to stop and God help me, I will. But if you’ll let me, I’ll make it all better, even if only for a minute. Let me make you forget.”
Her eyes are sparkly, the tears replaced with heat, lust, and need. Her voice is breathy, but I hear her clearly regardless. “Yes, Shane. Yes.”
That’s all I need to unleash the last of my personal restraints, knowing that I’m going to give her everything she wants. I kiss her again, fast and hard, my mouth claiming her perfect lips hungrily before I move along her neck, dipping down to her chest.
Her nipples are hard beneath her tank top, and I take advantage, taking one then the other into my mouth through the thin cotton to suck and bite at her. This poor shirt’s going to have to go in the trash. I’ve stretched it out so much, but that’s okay. I’ll tear the damn thing to rags if it makes her happy.
She gasps, arching into me once again. I release her hands, yanking the straps of her tank down her arms, freeing her tits to my hungry eyes before pinning both of her tiny hands with one of my larger ones.
“Fuck, Maggie,” I rasp, taking in the sight. I hadn’t seen them yesterday, only felt their soft weight in my hand as we dry-humped, but they’re perfect, soft and full and delicious looking. “Look at these pretty nipples, all pink like candy, making me want to eat you up.”
“Please, do . . . all you want,” Maggie says, and I remind myself again that maybe she knows, but she may not, just how intense her words are to me.
I lower my head to take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around again and again to drive her wild before finally sucking her deep, swallowing and feasting on her succulent body.
She cries out, begging for more. I keep suckling her, back and forth between her right and left, as her hips buck beneath me, asking desperately for attention and rubbing along my hard cock.
But her moans are getting sharper, and I lift my head up to look into her unfocused eyes, challenging her. “Are you gonna come just from me sucking on your tits?”
She shakes her head, lifting her hips to grind against me. “More,” she begs, but now that I know how close she is, I want to see this up close. “Please.”
I lower myself down, but this time, I keep my eyes on her face as I swirl my tongue around her nipple and she picks up her head to watch me.
“You like watching me lick you?” I ask, teasing her nipple lightly. “A voyeur?”
Her eyebrows pull together, her eyes locked on my mouth. “Or maybe . . .” I murmur before I grab her nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to keep it in my mouth as I pull, blending a sharpness with the pleasure to see how rough she likes it.
“Ahhh!” she cries out as her head falls back. I know she’s on the edge, needing just a bit more to get there.
“Or maybe if I suck hard enough, the pleasure will shoot right down to your empty pussy, clenching on nothing and wanting my cock so damn bad that you can’t help but come. Let’s see.”
At the same time, I pinch her left nipple between my fingertips and suck her whole right areola and as much pale skin as I can into my mouth, drawing hard and deep. I grind against her soaked pussy, thrusting my hard cock to slide over her clit through her panties, pushing her over.
Maggie bucks wildly, crying out as her orgasm washes through her, and I have an up-close view of her face as the bliss overtakes her.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her fingers clench on my arms before going totally straight, her body shaking uncontrollably like a guitar string. She’s still shuddering, her eyes closed as I release her hands, moving down her body. I pull the tank over her hips and off, tossing it to the floor before focusing on the soaked mess of her panties.
I trace a light touch through the moisture, pleased that it’s because of me, that I did that to her. “God, I’m hungry for your taste again. So sweet, and so dirty for me. Lift your ass for me, Angel.”
The meaning of my words hits her hard, and she stops, fresh heat in her eyes as she lifts her ass just like I commanded. I pull her panties down and off too, my cock surging so hard I nearly come just from the evidence of her first orgasm and the anticipation of what I’m going to get when I lick every drop of it until she coats my mouth with her second.
I press her thighs open wide, hovering so she feels my breath, and look up at her, my voice a throaty growl of need. “Tell me, Angel. Tell me what you want.”
She squirms beneath me, wordlessly lifting her hips toward me. I shake my head, pinning her hips with my hands, and blow a hot, open-mouth breath across her lips, knowing she’s watching me tease her. “Say it.”
“Lick me, Shane,” Maggie says, spreading her knees out wider and mewling her need. “Please.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, moving toward her inner thigh, right on the crease of her center, and licking a slow line with the flat of my tongue, watching as she jumps. “Here?” I ask before doing the same thing to the other side. “Or maybe here?”
She groans in frustration, and I have mercy, giving her the words. I trace her lips with the tip of my tongue before looking up again. “Tell me, ‘Lick my pussy, Shane’ or maybe, ‘Suck my clit.’ Tell me what you want, Angel. Unleash the dirty side of you, and I’ll give you everything.”
Her voice is stronger than I would’ve thought, need giving her power as she mimics my words, looking at me with a sexual energy that has me breathless. “Lick my pussy. Suck my clit, Shane. Make me come all over your mouth. Make me your Angel.”
Fuck me, hearing those dirty words come out of my sweet girl’s mouth is almost enough to make shoot my load into the bed I’m grinding against, but I manage to fight it off, needing to give all I have to her.
I growl, diving in and running a flat tongue from her entrance up to her clit, repeating it again and again as I watch her. I pay attention, stroking her pussy just the way she likes, switching when she needs it, and giving her everything she wants. She’s frozen, her body rigid, hands full of the bedsheet, and her mouth dropped open in an ‘O’ of pleasure as her tongue curls up in her mouth.
When I focus on her clit, I thrash my tongue across it, fast as a fluttering hummingbird’s wing, and she squeals, her voice high and tight, she’s so close again. “Oh, God. Shane, don’t stop! I’m coming.”
I pause just long enough to look up at her, demanding. “Give it to me, Angel. Come all over my mouth so I can drink down your sweetness.”
I press her hips down, not letting her move an inch and ravishing her clit with my tongue. It’s only seconds before she shatters, crying out above me as her body shudders, her pussy getting wetter with each spasm. I clamp my lips over hers, drinking her honey and swallowing every delicious drop. She’s heady, a liquor that I’ve never imagined before. It makes the world disappear, leaving me with just her while at the same time energizing me. My cock strains even more with every moan of satisfaction Maggie gives me as I sweep over her sensitive skin.