Small circles I can feel him rubbing all over my ass, prepping it for the first smack which I’m finding myself tensing up for. Finally, his hand leaves my ass and then he brings it down hard and fast.
“Again,” I hiss.
He does it again and I go all wet inside and shaky with need. Then he makes three in rapid succession. Suddenly, he picks me up and tosses me on the bed.
“I have to taste you, Angel,” he says with a husky deep tone, and I find him moving my legs apart and his face is quickly buried.
His tongue darts in and out of me as he moans. It sends a vibration through me and I have to take the sheet in my hands and pull at it to keep myself still so he can work his magic.
“Oh my God, Blaze!”
His fingers press into my ass as he lifts me up so he can go in deeper with his intimate kiss. I can’t stop moaning then his mouth moves up, and he takes my swollen clit between his teeth and gives it a nip then runs his tongue back and forth until I can’t take it anymore. “Benny!” I scream just as the climax takes me over.
His tongue goes back inside me to taste the juices then he’s back up and looking at me very hungrily. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
I smile and say, “Please tell me you’re free of diseases, motorcycle man.”
“I am. I had a check-up a month ago. So we’re good to go.” He moves up my body as I draw my knees up.
With no hesitation at all, he moves his large cock into me and I moan louder than I ever have before.
It’s like Heaven with him between my legs. His tight and chiseled abs press against my stomach as he presses himself into me. “My God, Angel! You’re so fucking tight. It has been years, hasn’t it?”
“Not years,” I moan. “A year and a half.”
“You feel amazing.” His lips touch my neck as he pumps himself into me.
It’s been so long since I felt an actual flesh cock inside me and I never want it to end. I was kidding myself that a machine can do anything a man can. It’s just not true.
His hot body glides over mine with every hard stroke. It feels so much better as his weight knocks the air out of me and I have to gasp to regain it.
His mouth on my neck is wet and hot as he bites and sucks it. He’s going to leave marks all over me but that’s okay. I decide to leave my nail tracks all over his back and rake them over him, making him groan.
My body begins to shake and I don’t want to let it go yet so I say in a near-breathless voice, “Turn me over.”
As he pulls back, I see his teeth clench and find myself thrown over and on my hands and knees. Then he slams into me, sending a scream out of my mouth.
I bury my face in a pillow and lean down. His cock goes even further into me, hitting new places with each savage thrust. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before and I’m going to hate myself for letting this happen.
I will never be the same again.
But I’m not about to let the fact he won’t always be mine stop me from appreciating this moment. The sounds he’s making are animal-like and I have a feeling he’s liking this a lot himself.
The way his hands feel as they grip my waist makes me feel like a rag-doll in them. He’s all muscles and all man. And right now, he’s all mine.
My body shudders as I hold back the orgasm that’s knocking at my door. I don’t want to let go without him so I pull my head up and say, “Benny, turn me over and make love to me.”
He pulls out and I lie on my stomach. Gently he turns me over and pushes my hair back off my face.
The way he’s looking down at me makes my insides even meltier. His lips touch mine very softly as he moves his cock back inside me and makes long slow strokes.
I run my hands up his arms, resting them on his large biceps. His tongue moves over my lips, tracing them. I part them for him and he moves inside and twirls his tongue around mine.
It’s slow and easy and perfect. My heart is pounding and aching and I really want to cry because if he wants to do this more than this one time, I am going to start falling in love with him.
I know I will.
He pulls his mouth off mine and looks at me. Then it happens as I look into those penetrating blue eyes, a tear escapes me and he sees it.
A sweet kiss on my cheek takes it away. I whisper, “Tell me you love me, Benny.”
His lips touch my ear. “I love you, my Angel.”
“Tell me you’ll never leave me, Benny.”
“I’ll never leave you, my Angel.” His lips press against my neck as more tears slip away from me and I know I’m lost in this man.
And for reasons I cannot understand, the tears grow in quantity. Rivers flow out of me as he moves so slowly in and out of me then I feel the first jerk of his cock and my insides go crazy.
“Harder,” I hiss.
He moves harder and faster then I feel the wave crest and once it crashes, his does too.
The first spurt of hot cum shoots into me after more than a year. My body falls completely apart as it does. The orgasm will not quit. I pulse and writhe under him to get him to release everything he has.
Every hot spurt, I can feel inside me. And then I’m sobbing. Hard and heavy, I’m crying and it's loud and awful.
My entire body is going against me. Letting it all out like it never has.
“Shh, it’s all going to be alright. I have you, Angel,” his words are soft against my neck. “I won’t leave you. I promise.”
I cry harder with the lies that he’s telling me but I hold him tight to me. I want to believe him, but I know he’s just saying what he thinks I want to hear.
“Let me up, Benny,” I manage to get out of my crying mouth. “Let me go.”
“No,” he says as he holds me. “I’m not letting you run away from this. You need this, Angel. You need me.”
“No!” I shout and cry harder somehow. “Don’t make me need you! Damn it! This was a terrible idea!”
“Shh. It was the best thing in the world for you, Baby. I’m the best thing in the world for you.” Gentle kisses he trails over my neck and face until he gets to my trembling lips.
My mouth is very traitorous and opens in want for his kiss. My hands I also find going against me as they move over his head, holding him to me as I kiss him hard and wanting.
My body wants his so completely, and it’s making me furious.
I knew this would happen. I knew it!
The tears dry up as he kisses me hard. Finally, he pulls back and looks at me with a fire in his eyes.
“Angel, this is not over. Do you understand me? This isn’t a one-time thing. And I am not a man who shares. You are mine.”
“Benny…”
One finger is pressed against my lips. “You are mine. This is not over.”
I blink and look off as I have no idea of what to say. This will be over sometime. It will end. Am I to play the girlfriend role for however long he’s in town then go back to my normal and very lonely life?
“Say it,” he tells me with a very stern expression. “Tell me who you belong to, Angel.”
I swallow hard. “But…”
He smacks the side of my ass hard and it sends a jolt of pain and heat through me. His eyes go very hard as he says in a low growl, “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I say and want to smack myself for being so forthcoming with him.
So quick to hand myself over to him and he will torture me for it. Some of it will be sweet but in the end, it will hurt like hell. And he’s not a man that I will get over easily at all.
He kisses me again. Hard and hot. My hands run down his back as his cock grows inside me again.
Moving back and forth inside me, he stokes the fire again and I’m arching up to meet every savage thrust he gives me. When his mouth leaves mine it is because neither of us can breathe worth a damn. I find myself screaming, “Fuck me, Blaze! Fuck me!”
My entire body is on fire for him. In and out with hard thrusts he goes, t
hen one word comes out of his mouth. “Cum.”
Like it’s been conditioned to do what he’s said, my body explodes on his command. I shriek with the ecstasy that’s flowing through me and find him climaxing as well.
Our bodies are sweaty and the smell of sex is heavy in the air. I can taste the salt of my tears and feel satiated. For the first time, I feel completely fulfilled.
“Now I want to hear you tell me that you love me, Angel.”
I want to argue, I want to tell him to go to hell, and I want my heart back. I know he’ll leave and take the chunk he’s managed to so quickly get a hold of. But my mouth opens and the words he wants to hear come out, “I love you, Benny.”
“I love you, Angel. My Angel. Only mine.”
He rolls off me and my body already aches to be back in his arms. My brain is screaming not to want that. Those arms will leave me aching, hurting and yearning to feel them again.
Before I can even get cooled off, he’s on his side and pulling me tight into his arms again. His lips touch the side of my head. “Can I stay the night?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Do you want me to?” he asks.
I snuggle into his wide chest and it feels so cozy. “Yeah, I want you too.”
He leaves a kiss on my cheek and lies back. Then I realize I’m making more out of his words than he really meant.
It was me who told him to tell me he loved me and would never leave me. It was me who told him I wanted to pretend this was real.
I got myself all worried for no reason. He doesn’t really love me. He’s not serious about me being his.
With the knowledge that I got too much into the pretend game, I snuggle into his chest and feel a lot better that he will go away tomorrow and leave me alone.
I can go back to my life and live it as usual with this sweet little session to think about now and then.
No big deal!
But man, this guy would be so damn easy to fall in love with.
Luckily, his snooty family would never allow him to be with a commoner like myself.
I have nothing to worry about. It was all just an act. An act I asked him to do.
His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head and mumbles, “My Angel. Always mine.”
My heart pounds as his breathing is slow and steady and he’s obviously asleep. So does that mean his words were real?
Does that mean he’s going to hold me to the things he said?
Does that mean he really expects me to be his?
I can’t let this happen!
Angel Shows Her Billionaire Who Is Boss # 2
Chapter 1
BLAZE
Bright sunlight filters through the sheer pink colored curtain in Angel’s bedroom. She’s managed to escape my arms during the night and the absence of another person breathing in the small room is obvious.
Rolling out of bed, I make my way to the bathroom to surprise her, hopefully while she’s in the shower. I’m going to take her out with me today. I’m not taking no for an answer this time at all.
I can shut her down with one simple kiss now and plan on doing that every time I need to.
“Cuddles,” I call out, looking for her dog, as I leave the bedroom and find the bathroom door open and no trace of Angel in there.
With a quick grab of a towel off the shelf, I cover my bottom half and go into the living room, finding she’s not in here either. A quick search of the kitchen shows me a note she’s left on her tiny dining table.
Fuck!
She’s gone!
I scan the tiny note she’s left and want to scream.
Blaze,
Had to leave town for a while. Had fun. Really, I did. Thanks for the pretend thing you did for me. I appreciate it. Hope you did too.
See you around town I guess.
Angel and Cuddles.
So she wants to act like that was all pretend, huh? I damn well know she wasn’t pretending with me and I sure as hell wasn’t pretending with her.
I’ve never felt anything more real than what we did. Nothing!
She’s scared. Afraid she’s really falling for me and that I’ll leave her like the jack-off did before.
But I won’t.
I can tell she might well be the one for me. And I’m not about to let her go just because she has issues.
Pulling my clothes back on, I leave her house and find another note taped outside the front door that tells me to please lock it behind me. Before I do that, I go back inside and get the pen that’s lying next to her minuscule note and write my phone number down at the bottom with an order to call me as soon as she gets back or I’ll come hunt her ass down.
I used several exclamation points then added, ‘I love you, my Angel. Yours always, Benny.’
Then I leave, lock her door and feel so damn angry inside that she didn’t use the nickname she gave me on her note. Blaze is what she used and last night I noticed her saying Blaze at times and Benny at others. Each time she used Blaze, I felt like she was pretending in her mind that she felt nothing.
When she used Benny, I could feel the emotion in her. Real, deep emotion. And we just have to get to the place where she knows I’m not a runner.
As I get on my bike and start it up, I look up and down the street. I can feel a vague hope that I can find her before she gets out of town. But it’s really vague.
There’s no sign of her at the garage she works at. But I stop in anyway to see if her Uncle knows where she went.
The bell rings as I walk in and Phil is sitting at the computer with a pair of old horn-rimmed glasses. He looks up at me and looks right back at the computer. “I don’t know where she is, Blaze.”
“Did she give you a hint when she’ll be back?” I ask as I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling quite annoyed.
He shakes his head. “Nah. I think it’ll be a few days.”
I turn and walk out the door, calling out a goodbye to her uncle as I do. Then get on my bike and go to my motel room.
No bikes are in the parking lot so I know I missed whatever they’re all doing this morning. I’ll catch up to them at lunch.
A shower is in order. But to wash away her scent is a thing I don’t want to do. All my plans for today are shot and now it looks like I’m going to drink this one away and the next and the one after that until she comes back.
How could she be so callous?
After getting dressed in my leather apparel, I feel more like Blaze and a lot less like Benjamin. Nothing like Benny, though.
That man only comes out for her.
All these years I’ve been the person I was expected to be. Except when I took the month of August to be this badass biker. And now that I think I’ve found the one person who can help me integrate my two very opposite personalities, she runs away.
I cruise down the main street and in no time at all, I find my gang’s bikes in front of a bar. So I park and head inside at three o’clock in the afternoon.
Just like I knew I’d find, a tall, plump platinum blonde woman is sitting on the barstool closest to the door. Her arm juts out as I try to pass her. “Hey there,” she says, then hands me a beer. “This one’s on me.”
After a moment of not taking the beer and looking right into her already bloodshot eyes, I look over to find my gang at a couple of large tables.
I look back at her and say, “Thanks. But I’m not going to be sucking down suds tonight.”
As I walk away, she grabs my arm and I turn back quickly to find a pout on her large red lips. “Come on, Baby. Just one drink with me then you can go join your brothers.”
I peel her hand off my arm.
“First, I’m not your baby and second, my answer to your offer is, no. Bye.”
I walk away and hear her muttering about me being an asshole. Which I am most times so I don’t get offended by her remark.
Pulling a chair up between Rod and Paco whose women sit on the other side of them, I think I’ve place
d myself strategically in a position where most women won’t feel comfortable coming up to me.
“Hey guys,” I say and find Rod looking at me with an odd expression. “So, I saw that trick try to give you a beer, and you turned her down. Why would that be, Brother?”
“It would be because I found the one for me and I’m not about to let her catch me with another chick or it might all blow up in my face.” Paco hands me a shot glass and the bottle of Jack that everyone is drinking from.
I fill the tiny glass up and drink it down. It burns and reminds me I’m alive and at the most badass bike rally in the world and need to loosen up.
But only just enough. I don’t want to be plastered if Angel comes to her senses and comes back and calls me.
Rod taps the table top as he looks me over. “The one?”
I nod. “Only she has very bad men-related issues.” I refill the glass and pick up the dark liquor, looking at how the light is filtered as it runs through it. “She left me at her place alone this morning. Not a word to me. She just took off like a scared rabbit, leaving me a note that said what we did was fun.”
Rod smiles and pushes a tall bottle of beer to me. “Maybe she isn’t on the same page you are, my friend.”
“She is. I know she is. It’s electric when we touch. We like the same things. You know what this badass mother-fucker did last night with her?” I ask as I look at him.
His wife, Ashely’s, face comes into view as she looks around him at me. “Nuh uh, Blaze. My man doesn’t get to hear about other men’s sexual escapades.”
“I wasn’t talking about that. I was going to tell him about how I made her dinner then we watched Willy Wonka on television and it was better than anything I’ve ever done. Just being with her is better than a single day I’ve spent in my entire life.” I toss back the shot then take a drink of the beer.
My heart is so much heavier than it has ever been.
Ashely mumbles into her husband’s ear, “Shit! He’s got it bad.”
Rod nods and then shakes his head. “She didn’t say where she was going? Not even a hint?”
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