“Shhhh, Angel,” he murmured, holding still and giving me time to adjust to the feel of him inside me. It felt like he was splitting me in two.
“You’re so big,” I groaned.
“Fuck, Angel. You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m in your tight little pussy for the first time,” he moaned. “I’m trying my best not to hurt you when all I want to do is fuck you hard.”
I moved a little, swiveling my hips and testing to see how much it hurt. I was surprised to find the sting of pain was gone, replaced with an aching need to be filled by him. “Take me however you want, Morgan. I’m yours.”
“Damn straight you’re mine.” He began to move inside me, slowly pumping his hips with shallow thrusts.
“More,” I groaned against his lips.
“Gotta be careful not to hurt you because I swear you’re gonna take my cock every day from now on until I die.”
My pussy got wetter at his vow, offering less resistance when he slid back inside. He reached down and pulled my thighs wider so he could go deeper. I moved my hips in rhythm with his, relishing the sound of the headboard as it hit the wall. “You’re doing so good, Angel. Taking my cock like you’re made for me.”
Morgan powered into me, harder and deeper. With each thrust, the tension inside me built higher until my toes were curled into the mattress and my nails were digging into his back.
“Come for me, Angel,” he murmured in my ear, his thumb pressed against my clit while he swiveled his hips.
“Morgan!” I screamed. My pussy clenched around his cock as my orgasm rocked through me. My body shuddering beneath his, Morgan thrust deep a couple more times before groaning in my ear. I felt his cock jerk and then a spurt of heat as he came inside me.
“Crap,” I hissed. “You didn’t wear a condom.”
And I wasn’t on birth control.
Chapter 12
Morgan
I reluctantly pulled out of her, mesmerized by the sight of her virgin blood mixed with my come, coating my cock and spilling from her pussy. As focused as I was on the view, I still didn’t miss her flinch when I left her body. I was still hard and wanted to take her again, but I knew it was gonna be awhile before I could get back inside her without causing her pain. I dropped a kiss on her nose, sitting up and pulling her onto my lap. I positioned her with her legs wrapped around my waist and slid my arms around her back, lacing my fingers together. I didn’t want her to be able to get away from me during this conversation.
“Who does your tight, little pussy belong to, Angel?” Her eyes dropped to her lap as a pink hue swept over her cheeks.
“You.” Her voice was whisper soft.
“Look at me when we’re talking.”
She lifted her head and rolled her eyes. “Only you could turn a conversation about the lack of protection into an opportunity to boss me around.”
“But you like my kind of bossy.”
She wiggled in my lap, confirming how much she enjoyed my overbearing demeanor. It was a good thing, too, because I wasn’t about to act any differently around her. She brought out the caveman in me from the very first moment I saw her, and I had grown accustomed to the feeling. There was no going back, for me or her.
“Stop trying to distract me from the whole no condom thing, Morgan.”
My cock hardened further, just from listening to her talk about us having sex. This sweet thing managed to do the impossible—she was the pied-fucking-piper and my cock happily followed her lead. Which was part of the reason why I’d taken her bare. Why I’d always take her bare. “I needed to feel you wrapped around me without anything between us.”
“But you’ll use a condom from here on out. Right?”
Damn, I loved it when she was feisty, even though it sucked that she wasn’t about to let this issue drop. “Nope.”
She shifted in my lap, pushing against my chest. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”
“Now that I’ve had you bare, I’m not about to take you with anything between us, Angel.”
“I’m too young to have a baby, Morgan,” she practically screeched. “I’m nineteen. I just lost my mom. I have no idea where my father is and I’m getting ready to start college in a week and a half. Babies aren’t anywhere in my life plan for at least a decade.”
“Five years tops,” I countered.
“Five years what now?”
I lowered my head, claiming her lips in a deep kiss until her eyes were fogged with passion before I pulled away. “I’ll make an appointment for you to get on birth control tomorrow. I’ll even wear condoms until the doctor says you’re protected from pregnancy. But you’ll agree to alter your life plan so babies are a possibility in five years, not ten.”
“Are you trying to tell me you want me to have your babies?” she gasped.
I didn’t understand the surprised look or why it was hard for her to understand exactly what I was saying. “What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to show you the last couple months, Angel? I moved you into my home and then my bedroom. Waited until I knew you were one hundred percent ready for me to take your virginity. Made the decision to take you bare when I’ve never gone without a condom in my life. Ever,” I emphasized. “Not even when I was a teenager.”
“You’re telling me you want me to have your babies.” This time her voice was filled with wonder.
“No, Angel. I’m telling you that you’re going to have my babies,” I corrected. It was a subtle difference in wording, but an important one for her to understand.
She dropped her head on my shoulder, her arms and legs tightening around me in a brief hug before she pulled back and winced.
“You know what you need?”
“I can think of a couple things I want,” she answered, winking at me.
“You’re too damn adorable for your own good.”
Her smile grew wider at my back-handed compliment. “It seems to have worked out pretty well for me so far.”
“Don’t try to distract me,” I murmured against her lips, dropping a quick kiss onto them before moving her from my lap. I climbed off the bed and strode into the bathroom, before I did something crazy like fuck her again. I started the bath, fiddling with the faucet until it was the perfect temperature.
“A bath?” Angelica asked me from the doorway, the sheet wrapped around her body.
“Not just a bath, a bubble bath,” I corrected her, reaching under the sink to grab the bottle I’d purchased a few weeks ago. I poured some into the running water while she wandered closer to me.
“I can’t remember the last time I had a bubble bath.” She took the bottle from my hand and peered at the label. “Soothe and Sleep? Why do I feel like you didn’t just happen to have this lying around?”
Much to my amazement, I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “I was worried you might be sore.”
“I think you’re the one who’s too adorable for their own good.”
“I’m not adorable,” I grumbled.
“Are too,” she countered playfully.
I ripped the sheet from her body, palming her tits in my hands. “Don’t make me show you how not adorable I really am.”
“Sexy,” she gasped. “I totally meant to say you’re too sexy for your own good.”
“That’s what I thought,” I murmured, lifting her up and settling her into the warm water.
I stood over her, watching as the tub filled, bubbles covering her naked body and hiding it from my view. I badly wanted to join her, but I knew what would happen if I did. I wouldn’t be able to resist the feel of her wet skin against mine and I’d take her again. My cock twitched at the thought, and I strode out of the room to tug on my boxers. Then I grabbed a chair and brought it into the bathroom so I’d be comfortable while I watched her bathe.
I ignored my phone the first time it rang, letting it go to voicemail while I watched her soak in the tub. I glanced into the bedroom the second time around, thinking maybe I needed to answer it, but it still wasn’t enough to pull me away from
the sight of my Angel’s naked body underneath the bubbles.
A pissed off Angel who glared at me when my phone rang a third time. “It’s kind of hard to relax when your phone is ringing off the hook.”
“I guess I’d better get it then,” I murmured, dropping a quick kiss on her lips before striding out of the bathroom. The screen on my phone lit with Brecken’s name when it rang again. Four calls in as many minutes was definitely a bad sign.
“Hold on a second,” I answered, shutting the bathroom door and lowering my voice so Angelica couldn’t overhear our conversation. “This had better be an emergency.”
“Her dad has big time gambling debts and the word on the streets is he’s offered his daughter up as collateral.”
“Motherfucker,” I hissed.
“It gets worse,” Brecken muttered.
“How the fuck can it be worse?”
Brecken heaved a deep sigh. “He owes the Chechens.”
“How much?” I growled.
“One of the contacts I reached out to while I was doing a little digging around about her clued me into the situation. He didn’t have a lot of details, though. I haven’t been able to get an exact figure for you yet, but from what I’ve heard it’s in the low to mid six figures.”
I thought about the status of my current investments, doing some quick calculations. “Reach out to them. Tell them his debt will be paid.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Morgan? We aren’t talking about chump change here, and there’s always the possibility that her dad will pull something like this again.”
“You know what the Chechens are capable of, Brecken,” I hissed. “There isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to let Angelica’s father get her mixed up with a gang who’s involved in human trafficking and prostitution.”
I heard a feminine gasp from behind me. Turning around, I found Angelica in the bathroom doorway, wearing a green silk robe I’d purchased for her, with a towel wrapped around her hair. I’d been so focused on my conversation with Brecken, I hadn’t heard the door open. I moved towards her, taking in how pale her face was and the tears filling her gorgeous green eyes. Her fucking father had managed to royally screw up a night which should have been special for her.
Chapter 13
Angelica
“Find out the exact amount owed and set up a meeting,” he growled into the phone after getting me settled back onto the mattress of his king-sized bed. I watched as he frowned at whatever the other person was telling him. “Of course you can come with me. I’m not a dumbass.”
He chuckled lowly, and his eyes lifted to mine, although they held no sign of humor. “Yeah, I’ll admit it. Being with Angelica has changed me, but it’s for the better. Doesn’t mean I’ve lost all my brain cells.”
I was flattered by the idea of making this incredible man even better. But it didn’t deter me from my focus on what I’d heard when I’d opened the bathroom door. I waited, semi-patiently, for him to end his call before asking him about the phrase which drew my attention in the first place.
“My father?” I couldn’t possibly have heard him correctly. “Why would you be talking to someone about him when he hasn’t been a part of my life for years?”
“That was an old friend of mine, Brecken. He’s ex-military, just moved to Chicago to open his own security business.”
“And he was calling you about my dad why exactly?”
Morgan rubbed his face with his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me, his hand gripping my thigh. “I had him do a background check on you.”
“You ran a background check on me?” I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about that. I wouldn’t judge a woman for running an Internet check on a guy before dating him to make sure he was safe. As wealthy as he was, Morgan had a lot to lose. It would be hypocritical of me to judge him more harshly, but it still stung to know his trust only came because it was verified.
“Yes, I did,” he confirmed, his hold on my leg tightening as though he thought I would try to get away from him. “I didn’t know a thing about you back then. Nothing except that I wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m not going to apologize when my decision to run the check on you is the reason why Brecken learned about the trouble your father has pulled you into.”
“Trouble?” I repeated, my head spinning at this turn of events. “What kind of trouble?”
“The type of problem that you have no business being a part of.”
I moved, getting up onto my knees on the mattress next to him so I could look him straight in the eyes. “Neither do you, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping you from jumping right in anyway.”
“Because you’re mine, Angel, and I’ll damn well do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
“I don’t understand what you need to protect me from,” I cried. “My father hasn’t been a part of my life in years. What could he have possibly done that would pull me into something from which I’d need rescuing.”
He scrubbed his face with his palms before scooting further onto the mattress and turning to fully face me. “He apparently has a gambling problem. A big one,” he emphasized. “And along with his problem comes a debt to a gang of men who won’t think twice about kidnapping you and selling you to the highest bidder if it means getting the money he owes them.”
“Holy crap,” I moaned, flopping backwards onto the mattress and tossing my arm over my face. It felt like I’d been punched in the gut or hit by a car or something. I was barely able to breathe and tears were leaking down my cheeks. When the mattress dipped next to me, I rolled towards Morgan’s body, desperate for the warmth he could provide.
“I didn’t think it was possible to hate him any more than I already did when he abandoned my mom and me,” I mumbled into his chest. “But now I do, I really do. And it kills me to know that if she was still alive today, my mom would hate him too.”
“With the amount of debt he managed to rack up and the people he owes, it’s pretty damn clear he has a serious problem, Angel.”
I knew Morgan was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn’t going to work. The man I’d adored as a child was gone. It didn’t really matter why. Too much water was under that bridge already after going through my mom’s illness and death on my own. “How much does he owe?”
“Brecken’s working to find out. Hopefully he’ll have more details for me when he gets into town in the morning. In the meantime, I’m going to need you to stick close to the house for the next few days while we figure this out.”
“We should call the police. You can’t take care of this for me,” I cried, thinking about the danger he’d be placing himself in on my behalf.
“I won’t be taking care of this on my own, Angel. I’ll have Brecken at my back. He was a damn fine soldier and probably the only man in the world I’d trust with your safety,” he reassured me. “If he tells me our best play is to call in the cops, then that’s what I’ll do. But if he says I should pay these guys off to get them out of your hair, I’m gonna do it and you can’t stop me.”
I hadn’t even thought about how much this might cost him to fix if these guys wanted a human being in lieu of payment. “It’s too much, Morgan. You would have been better off if you’d never met me in the first place.”
Morgan grasped my chin and tilted it up until I was looking directly into his eyes. “The day you walked off my stage and crawled into my lap you became mine,” he growled, pulling me more tightly against his body. “You might not have known it then, but when you opened your legs and I made you come that first time I warned you. But you opened them again and again, deepening my hold over you. Tonight, you let me take your cherry, and you did so with your eyes wide open.”
Shaking my head, I tried to deny what we both knew to be true. It only seemed to make him more determined to get me to take back what I’d said. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him and settling me down on top of him with m
y legs straddling his hips.
“You’re mine and I’ll defy anyone who tries to tell me otherwise. You included,” he growled, surging upwards and impaling me on his cock. It took a moment for me to adjust to his size as he entered me. Even though he’d just been deep inside me, it still felt like the first time.
He lay underneath me, holding completely still. His hands clenched my hips tightly, hard enough I was certain I’d have bruises tomorrow morning. My breathing was fast as I stared down at him, trying to adjust to the feel of him inside me in this position. The bath had done wonders for my soreness, but there was a sting of pain from his cock filling me so soon after my first time.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I didn’t mean to take you like this. Not until you had the chance to heal.”
He started to lift me off his body, but I gripped his arms and bore down. “No, don’t stop. It’s already starting to feel better.”
“Then show me you want this as much as I do.”
My movements were clumsy because I didn’t know what to do, but I began to move slowly, sliding up and down and circling my hips. Leaning forward a little, I braced my hands on his shoulders and searched for the right rhythm, watching his face for signs of what felt best for him. When his pupils expanded and his nostrils flared, I knew I was on the right track. I quickened my pace, circling my hips on each downward thrust. My thighs trembled as I rode him hard, a sheen of sweat coating my skin. My core tightened around him as I got closer to my orgasm, making it more difficult to thrust down on his cock.
“Gonna make you come before you send me over the edge,” he rasped as he lost control, surging upwards, his hips grinding into me.
He fucked up into me, driving his cock all the way inside me, his balls slapping against my ass. It was exactly what I need to trigger my orgasm. Morgan didn’t hold anything back, slamming his cock into me, over and over, until he was coming too. When his hands left my hips, I dropped down onto his chest, boneless. My head nestled on his shoulder and my legs slid between his.
My eyes were drifting closed when I felt his lips on the top of my head. “Sleep, my Angel. Everything will be okay. I’ll make it so.”
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