An Angel for the Devil

by Kane, Jessa

  What the hell is happening to me?

  Suddenly, I’m tossing the plate aside and pulling her onto my lap, facing her toward me in a straddle, groaning inwardly at the hot pressure of her cunt in my lap.

  “Getting off.” I unbelt her robe and shove it open, barely hearing her over the sound of my pounding pulse. Fuck. Fucking Christ. She is almost obscenely sexy. Untouched. Supple and young and sweet. And I’m achingly aware in this moment that I didn’t allow myself to come after she gave me head. My balls are filling to the breaking point, all because of her. What she does to me. “Getting off means sexual relief, Shelby. When I put my cock inside of your pussy, we’re going to rub them together. A lot. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My cock is going to push in deep, slide out and go deep again.” I brush my thumb up and down on the dampening slit between her legs, my breath turning shallow from having this conversation with her, speaking so frankly about what we’re going to do together. “We’re both very sensitive in these places, angel. When we create friction here, we’re building toward something.”

  “What?” she breathes, looking down at my thumb in wonder.

  “I have seed inside me, baby. I plant it inside you.” I push the robe off her shoulders completely, rendering her totally naked, then return my fingers to her spread pussy, finding her clit with the pad of my thumb. “It’s going to feel very good when I do that. For both of us. Because I’m going to be stroking this little bud, fucking you toward an orgasm.”

  “Orgasm,” Shelby gasps. “That’s another word for getting off?”

  “Yes.” Slowly, I turn us and lay Shelby down on the couch, memorizing the erotic picture she makes, nude and rosy on my library couch, blonde hair fanned out around her head. Stripping off my shirt, I reach for the nearby plate, dipping my finger in the whipped cream and leaving a trail of the white, whipped topping down the center of her breasts and belly. “I can make friction with my tongue, too, angel. And before you ask, I don’t know if this is how men apologize.” I lick along the whipped cream path, down to her belly button, swirling my tongue in the indentation. “But it’s how I’m going to apologize to you.”

  The scent of innocent pussy has my dick rigid as fuck in my pants, but for once, I ignore my own needs in the name of someone else’s. Because she’s… important. To me. Despite my best efforts to avoid this happening. She’s getting to me a little more with every passing second, affection crowding up against my jugular, sexual hunger turning me inside out. All of it at once. All for her.

  “Spread your legs for me, Shelby.”

  When shyness makes her hesitate, I put firm pressure on her knees until she relents, parting the soft, dewy flesh between her thighs and turning my entire world upside down. I’ve chased money for as long as I can remember, thinking wealth was the only worthwhile goal for a man. But I was wrong. There is nothing, nothing more worth possessing than Shelby’s sexy little cunt. Pink, bare except for a little patch of blonde hair, it screams virgin.

  It screams tight.

  It screams mine.

  “Once I lick this, angel, I’m the only one who licks it.” I pin her knees open wide. “Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

  My groan is loud enough to wake the dead. I’m called sir all day long by my staff and yet when Shelby does it, I almost come in my pants, my mouth latching eagerly onto her pussy, sucking her smooth flesh, inhaling the pure femininity until I can taste her in the back of my throat. I don’t make her wait for that first stroke of my tongue up the split of her sex, stopping at her clit and applying pressure, pressure, before teasing it in quick rubs.

  “Oh!” Her thighs jerk, trying to close around my head, but I keep them open. I keep them wide. Because I’m not leaving an inch untouched. This is a claiming. “Al-Al-Alistair. What is…oh, please, please. Keep going.”

  Like I could remove my tongue from this paradise?

  My cock wants in. It throbs so hard, I’m fucking dizzy, humping the couch cushions like an animal in heat. I remove my hand from where it has been keeping her legs pinned open, circling her entrance with my ring and middle finger. Collecting our combined moisture and using it to push those digits into her virgin hole, my hips pumping faster, nastier, when her tight sex makes a squelching sound.

  “Wet and ready little thing,” I growl in between licks of her clit, my fingers plunging in and out of her, ignoring the tight resistance. Stretching her as much as possible so she can take me. And she will take me. Not possessing Shelby now, tonight, would turn me into a madman. Need to have it. Need to have her. “Didn’t even know your cunt could be licked, did you, angel? Now you’re begging for it, rocking all over my tongue. Horny and tight. Goddamn.”

  Is it my dirty speech that has her quivering on my tongue, her breath catching above me? Her fingers sink into my hair and pull, punctuated sobs leaving her mouth. “Alistair. I think, I think…”

  She doesn’t need to tell me she’s right there, about to break. Her body is communicating the message just fine. Hips twisting, fingers desperate, her hole clenching around my fingers. And then her back arches wildly, a shocked cry ricocheting around the library, sweetness flooding my tongue, coating my fingers. Her orgasm is the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life and I lap at the source hungrily, my balls dangerously close to losing their contents. So much that I reach down and unzip with a shaking hand to give my erection breathing room.

  That urgency from my body is what has me climbing on top of Shelby, already taking my cock out and rubbing it through the valley of her pussy, seed burbling from my tip and dripping onto her, making me crazy to get the rest of it deep, deep within her. As close to her womb as I can. “I’m going to come inside you,” I rasp against her whining mouth, taking her in an aggressive kiss that she eagerly returns, her legs locking around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you raw, little girl. I can’t stop it from happening. You did this to me.”

  This time, she kisses me—and my heart vibrates in my chest, beating for the first time in fifteen years. For the first time since I decided being alone was safer. But I don’t feel alone when she strokes my face and gives me her tongue, her pussy wet and willing beneath me like an offering. Desperate, humbled, I take it. Working my swollen cock into her opening an inch at a time, staring into her green eyes as it happens. As I become the man who fucks her. Who keeps her.

  “You make me feel so much. Too much,” I confess raggedly, finally giving in to the beastly hunger and pumping deep within her channel, groaning as she constricts around me, her sobs filling my ears. “Shhh, angel. It takes a little pain from you for Daddy to feel so goddamn good. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. Just stay still and it’ll stop hurting soon, baby. My angel. I promise.”

  Jesus, I don’t recognize my own voice. Or the words coming out of my mouth.

  Daddy?

  Who the hell is he?

  I don’t know, but as soon as I utter that title, her cunt wraps around me and squeezes, her breath catching in her throat. “Daddy,” she whispers, lifting her hips restlessly. “Want to get my Daddy off.”

  My growl rattles the windowpanes—and I’m done waiting for fulfillment. She’s asking for it with her milking little pussy and the way she recites back the education I gave her. Teacher fucks student now. I’m battering her with my hips, the plunge to the back of her cunt a new experience every time. She moans beneath me, her tits shaking from the force of my thrusts, her eyes glazed over, our skin growing slick with sweat. She’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen or touched and I wrap her around me, burying my face in her neck, grunting wildly, needing more, more, more of her. Licking her face, her shoulders, anywhere I can get my tongue on, to claim her as mine.

  “Did you like Daddy licking your tight blonde pussy, baby?” I reach down and stroke that little bead of flesh, finding it swollen from being sawed on by my wet cock. When I start to jiggle it, exploiting her sensitivity with the pad of my thumb, her mouth forms an O, her cunt qu
ickening up around me, getting ready for another climax. “I’ll eat it day and night, just take my cock like a good girl afterwards.”

  “You’re…” Her fingernails sink into my shoulders, sending a pleasurable sting straight to my balls. “You’re so big inside me. So hard.”

  “Only for you, little girl. You made it like this,” I grit out, the lowest part of my back rippling ominously, my balls drawing up, up…and then… “Fuuuuck.” I throw her legs up over my shoulders and bear down, driving into her without mercy, grinding into her tight, clenching hole, letting her innocent muscles work the come out of me, drawing it into her own body where it belongs. “Take it deep, baby. Baby, please. So fucking tight. Jesus Christ.”

  I hear Shelby scream, feel the flood of moisture around my pumping dick, and I know she’s having another orgasm. That knowledge heightens my own enjoyment, makes my hips jerk and spasm, my teeth gritted to deal with the pleasure/pain. On some level, I know I’m being too rough with her fragile body, but I can’t stop. Can’t stop until every single drop is inside of her, some of it escaping to roll down her thighs and mine. Until I finally drop down on top of her, letting her legs fall to my sides, vacant of tension for the first time in so long, I’m staggered by the change.

  It’s not just my body that enters this state of total oblivion, but my heart.

  And in that moment, I know I’ll never, ever let her go.

  Chapter 7

  Shelby

  I wake with a start in an unfamiliar place.

  The last thing I remember last night is losing consciousness on the couch in Alistair’s library. There’s a vague memory of being carried up a staircase, but that’s where my recollection ends. Slowly, I peek an eye open and look around, my eyes bugging out at the sight that greets me.

  First of all, I’m in a man’s room. There’s no doubt about that.

  Everything is decorated in deep, chocolate leather and hunter green hues. I’m in the center of a gigantic bed complete with the softest sheets I’ve ever felt on my skin—a far cry from the scratchy ones I’m used to. Light peeks in from around heavy curtains, an antique fan turns lazily on the ceiling. This is luxury.

  I also suspect this is Alistair’s room. Does that mean…he slept beside me?

  My skin flushes at the possibility. Not to mention when I think of what happened last night. I’m not a virgin anymore. Far from it. I’m not sure it’s possible for a woman to have one’s virginity taken so…thoroughly.

  With a blooming smile, I roll over onto my stomach, bury my face in the pillow and let the images play out. Alistair’s neck cords straining above me, his hips bucking, the burn of possessiveness in his eyes, directed squarely at me. As if the soreness between my thighs isn’t more than enough to know who I belonged to in that library last night.

  I would give anything to simply bask in the afterglow of being intimate with Alistair, but unfortunately I now have a fresh worry to deal with. I got so lost in the man himself, what he makes me feel, that I forgot to barter with him for my virginity—and obviously it is too late now. I can’t undo what happened…

  Nor do I want to.

  Alistair is so much more than the devilish landlord my family believes him to be. He’s a man with scars that haven’t healed. He’s locked inside the walls he’s built, but he’s capable of letting them down. To me. Unbelievably, to me. And I think he’ll do the right thing. Without me telling him it’s my family he’s supposed to evict. Last night, I could feel the change of heart happening inside of him and I have to trust my instincts. He won’t need to be coerced or convinced to cancel the eviction.

  He just needs time.

  With me?

  I was already halfway in love with Alistair from a distance, but now…now that his pain has been presented to me so honestly, now that we’ve shared such moving passion, I can already feel my heart slipping deeper. What if he only wanted one night? Or worse, what if he finds out we met under false pretenses and I intended to seduce him for my family’s gain? Will he hate me?

  With a gnawing in my stomach, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand. There is only one way to make this right—and it’s to tell my family the plan is off. At least that way, if Alistair wants more time with me, I can be with him guilt free, knowing I never put the plan in motion.

  Turning in a circle, I spot a phone on a small desk in the corner of the room. After the briefest hesitation I cross the floor and pick it up, catching sight of myself naked in a full-length closet mirror. Is that me with the wild hair and fingertip sized prints on my thighs, shoulders and hips? The evidence of how roughly Alistair took me causes moisture to turn my feminine flesh slick. My mouth parts to accommodate my accelerating breaths.

  I called him Daddy.

  He called himself that.

  I have no idea what it means that we use that name, only that I yearn to call him that again. To give myself over to his care, wholly and completely.

  Shaking myself out of the trance, I pick up the phone and dial my mother’s cell phone. Normally I would call from my cell, but I didn’t bring it with me, my mother surmising that Alistair might search it and figure out I’m his tenant. My part in the deceit weighs in my stomach as I wait for the first ring—

  The bedroom door opens behind me.

  I slam the phone back down into the receiver.

  Alistair stops just inside the door, his attention traveling between me and the phone. “Everything okay?”

  “Yes. I was just calling my mother,” I say, refusing to add to my lies.

  He nods, comes further into the room, his gaze straying to my bare body and heating, turning his gaze almost black. “Your family is probably wondering where the hell you are, aren’t they?” His grin is almost playful, like he’s trying it on for size. “When your brothers find out you’ve spent the night with a man over a decade older than you, are they going to show up here wanting to kick my ass?”

  My brothers weren’t in on the plan, so…

  “Maybe,” I laugh. “Can you handle that?”

  “After my parents left me, I spent quite a few nights on the street. I’ve been in more fights than I care to remember. But, Shelby…if a fight means you spend many more nights in my bed, bring it on.” Being romantic almost seems to embarrass Alistair and he shakes his head at himself, his cheekbones darkening. “The showdown will have to wait, though. I’m bringing you to Paris.”

  Oh right. Sure. He’s definitely messing with me. “Very funny.”

  He tilts his head. “My private jet is waiting at the airfield. Shower and put on the dress you wore yesterday. It’s in the bathroom—Pauline washed it.” His expression is one of mock sympathy. “Unfortunately, your panties couldn’t be saved. You’ll have to fly without them, I’m afraid.”

  My head is still spinning a thousand miles an hour. “Are you…serious about Paris? You can’t be serious. Paris, France?”

  All at once, he goes from playful to downright intense, his jaw flexing severely. “I’m deadly serious, little girl.” He strides toward me slowly, such authority radiating from his hard shoulders that I don’t dare move. “You are going to be spoiled rotten and fucked within an inch of your life. When I said you’re spending many more nights in my bed, I meant all of them. There will be no end date.”

  Two conflicting emotions battle for supremacy inside of me.

  One is vast, undiluted relief. He does want me as much as I want him. Might even need me. Permanently.

  Two, would he still want to be with me if he knew I set out to seduce him?

  It won’t matter that I didn’t follow through. That I gave myself to him with a pure heart. He’ll only see the lie. The betrayal.

  He’ll put me in the same category as his family.

  And feeling the way I do about Alistair, being cut off from him terrifies me.

  “Call your mother and let her know you’ll be back in a week,” Alistair says, his cell phone ringing in his pocket. With a curse, he checks the screen.
“This is one of my property managers—I have to take it.” He hits me with another one of those blistering once-overs, his tongue wetting the corner of his mouth. “Call your mother. Shower. As soon as we board the plane, I’m boarding you, Shelby. So make it quick.”

  All I can do is stand there with my jaw on the floor when he turns and exits the room. But when Alistair reaches the hallway, I hear him answer the phone. “Yes, Ken. What is it?”

  Ken?

  That’s the building manager for our building.

  Quietly as possible, I creep toward the door and listen to the conversation even though Alistair is moving further and further away from me. “Right. I forgot the eviction is scheduled for tomorrow.” He pauses. “Postpone it for a week. I don’t want any complications while I’m out of town.”

  A jubilant smile curves my mouth.

  I knew it. He’s already shifting, becoming less ruthless.

  Because as long as I remember, an eviction has never been put off.

  Not even for a day.

  If he’s postponing my family’s eviction after one day of letting his guard down, imagine what a whole week will bring?

  With a sound of pure happiness, I sail back toward the phone to call my mother.

  Chapter 8

  Alistair

  There is something happening inside my chest. It’s a thawing sensation. The cold is melting away—and it happens a little more every time I look at Shelby.

  I guide her up the steps into my jet, glaring at the man fueling the plane for staring at her legs a second too long. Possessiveness sinks into me like fucking claws and I almost second-guess my decision to take her outside of my home. Maybe I should confine her to my bedroom for at least a month until she’s used to being mine and mine alone. Until she is so addicted to my cock that she gets wet every time she hears my footsteps approaching.