I bit my bottom lip, not to stop from telling him that I belonged to no one, but from actually saying yes. Goodness, this man was a specimen of damn perfection, and the way I was feeling right now, I would admit to anything.
As he pulled his boxers down his muscled thighs slowly, I tightened mine together. I could feel my sex throbbing with anticipation of being rocked to sleep oh so thoroughly.
Angel climbed on the bed and moved between my legs. He dropped packets of condoms next to my thigh, brought his hands underneath my legs and pushed my thighs back until my wet cove was right in his face.
“You will learn, Raquel,” he softly threatened, his breath rushing against my wetness. “You will learn that you belong to me. I will teach you something your body and heart already knows. Your mind will come to its senses once I blow it, and you’ll have nothing to hide behind.”
Wh-what?!
I fell back forcefully as my knees rested on his shoulders, leaving my womanly goodness open for him. He looked down at it and licked his lips as if someone had placed a juicy steak in front of him.
“Oh, yes, baby, I’ve missed you, and I’ve fucking missed my pussy…”
I melted against the sheets the moment I felt his tongue on me. Goodness, it was just as I remembered; if not better. Angel could be very impatient, demanding and controlling, as you noticed the other day. Oh, but, when he’s between my legs, he had the patience of a predator waiting for his prey.
I don’t know how long he was between my thighs. I just know he did everything he could to drive me insane. He used his tongue and his fingers methodically to push me to the edge of ecstasy. I grabbed everything I could around me to impede my destruction, but it was no use. He expertly used what he had to control my body. Just when I thought he would let me go, he’d merely gripped my thighs tighter and teased me more.
I was losing my mind.
“Angel, please. You’re driving me crazy.”
He lifted his head and our eyes met. “Do you want me to stop?”
“What?” I stammered eyes wide as shit.
“You heard me; do you want me to stop? Just say the words, and I’ll let you go.”
“Just like that?” I panted.
The bastard actually smiled at me, “Yup, just like that.”
Of course, I didn’t believe him, but I said anyway, “Okay, can you give me a breather?”
And just as I suspected, his smile disappeared as he shook his head. “No!”
Before “asshole” floated from my lips with my next breath, he dove back in between my creases and damn it if he didn’t increase the intensity with every sweep of his tongue. The instant he finally gave me the release I’d been desperately searching for, I shattered. As I came, I screamed out the most torturous sound I’d ever made. I mean, I felt like I was completely out of control. My breath was labored, but quick. My heart was beating on my rib cage and goodness, my heated center continued to call out to him as he continued to feast despite my orgasm.
This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t have this much control over me he-
“Oh shit… oh shit… Oh, my goodness gracioussssssssss…” Shit, not again!
My head felt like it was going to explode!
“Angellll!” I cried out and tried to close my legs with his face still between them. His answer to that was to push my legs back and smothered me again as if he was completely addicted to my taste. I don’t know what the hell he was doing but shit, I knew that it felt so fucking good. I had never experienced anything like it, not even with him.
I tried to move from him, but he wouldn’t let me go. He kept his devilish lips attached to me, bringing me through orgasm after orgasm, giving me no way of recuperating.
Finally, he came up for air, letting my legs go, but not before saying, “Do you need to be reminded of whose pussy this is or where you belong?”
I laid flat on the bed not moving, trying to come down from the orgasmic overdose he’d just given me. My heart rate quadrupled. My mouth was dry. I couldn’t move or respond to him if someone had paid me to.
I watched Angel wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, grab a condom and cover himself. Then he crawled up my body, stopping at my breasts and caressed them the exact same way that I had dreamed he would; with tenderness, longing, and something else I don’t want to admit aloud.
My hands immediately went to his hair, and I clenched tight as every nerve in my body came alive screaming, wanting, needing the heat from his touch to make my body explode. I wanted to explode again. I wanted him to make me ignite the only way he knew how, filling me and claiming me as his own. I was becoming impatient as he took his time with me, instead of quickly claiming what he’d said was his pussy.
“Angel, please,” I whimpered softly, tired of his teasing.
“Put me inside you, baby,” he said just as he moved his lips from my breasts to my own lips.
Hands slightly shaking with anticipation, I did as I was told, and my body erupted in pure ecstasy as he slowly slid into my folds.
“Damn, baby. Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear.
I tried to shift underneath him as my body got used to the intrusion.
Wow, I don’t remember him being this big.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked me again for the second time, and I felt like an amateur.
My eyebrows scrunched as I replied, “Uh no, but I’ll hurt you if you don’t start moving your ass.” Then I smacked him on his muscled ass to bring home the point.
Angel chuckled, then started moving slowly and oh, how he moved.
“You know I love it when you talk shit,” he breathed.
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as his stroke and hip movements forced my body and mouth to moan with pleasures.
Wait, can I bring up his hip motions again? I swear, he was like a seasoned male exotic dancer. Freaking Magic Mike was between my legs right now.
“Oh, sweet mother…” bellowed from my lips as I tried my best to stop my body from getting used to this, from my mind accepting the feeling of completeness, of wholeness and my goddamn heart from opening up to him.
“Open your eyes, baby.” When I obeyed, he coaxed me, “That’s it, keep them on me.”
Then he started to speak more Italian to me.
Damn, I’m so weak.
He could be saying how much of a slut I was and that he hated my guts, but here I was, creaming every time that Italian language came out of his mouth. Those damn flutters in my stomach kicked up a few notches hearing him talk shit back to me or moaning his pleasures. As he brought his lips back to mine, I moved my legs further along his waist for a deeper penetration that brought a deep penetrating “Fuckkkkkk” from his lips.
“Raquel, baby, you feel so fucking good… So tight, so wet. This is my pussy, baby… Mio, Cara Mia.”
All I could do was say yes and tell him everything that he wanted to hear as he, in fact, claimed me for his very own. My mind knew it, my body knew it, and, God, my heart knew it too. My stubborness, however, was making me pump the breaks.
I can’t hold back from him anymore. I also can’t allow myself to get wrapped up in this fantastic dick. I need to stay strong I need to…
“Shit! Got damn! Fuck! … Leo, babyyyyyy…”
Oh, fuck it!
I pushed Angel up, signaling that I wanted control. He rolled on his back and gave it to me. I looked him straight in the eyes, resting one hand above his head against the wall and the other next to him, and I took what I’d deemed to be mine.
“And you better believe this is my dick,” I declared strong and purposeful.
He grinned at me, grabbing my face and bringing it closer to his. “You’re damn fucking right it is.”
Chapter Six
Angel
I heard my phone go off, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t actually, mainly because I had a beautiful woman lying on top of me who was fast asleep. Seeing her in the club on Friday was something I wasn’t
expecting. Getting into her again, tasting her, was something I never thought would happen again. Yet, here I was, holding the one woman that had the power to end me.
I meant every word that I’d said to her in English and in Italian. She was mine. She belonged to me. Most importantly, she was never leaving me again. That wasn’t an option for her, and it will never be an option for her. That might sound a little sick and twisted, but it is what it is. All those years ago, I let her live her life. I let her go, but now that she’s home, I was claiming what had been mine the moment I laid my eyes on her years ago.
My cell went off again. This time I moved Raquel slightly so that I could get from underneath her. I padded to the desk where my jacket was and I pulled out my cell, acknowledging it was 6 am before I answered it. “What is it?”
“Good morning to you too,” Eddie replied.
“What do you want?”
“Wow, aren’t you a joy to talk to?” When my silence showed my annoyance, he kept going, “Look, I’m calling you to remind you about our meeting this morning at Waters.”
I glanced over at a sleeping Ms. Waters. “You don’t have to remind me of business. I’ll be there.”
“Yeah, well, make sure you’re on time. Oh, and you need to be ready in about an hour. Pops wants me to pick you up from your place. He wants to have breakfast together so we can go over…”
As he was running his mouth, I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I pulled it from my ear and read a text that had come in from Darrell that only added to my frustration with hearing Eddie’s voice this early in the morning.
What the hell is Eddie doing at my apartment?
I frowned, pissed off even more than I was, and barked, “Cut the shit, Eddie. I’m not at home, as you very well know. You’re sitting outside my fucking apartment. If Pops wants to meet for breakfast, fine. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there. What I won’t be doing is riding with you. That’s bullshit.”
There was a long pause then Eddie said to me, “Why the hell do you have to make this shit difficult?”
“Why are you still on this phone talking to me? Take your over-eager ass to Pops and tell him that I’ll meet you two.”
I hung up the phone, mumbling, “Stupid son of a bitch.”
I shook my head, then moved to the bed trying not to let that silly motherfucker get in my head. I wanted to get into someone else’s head this morning before I left her. I needed it in order to start my day.
I crawled into bed, and I started kissing her stomach, trying to resist “my pussy” for the moment. I’d gone in on her last night. I tried to hold back as much as I could without hurting her. I just couldn’t help myself. I had a feeling she’d be sore when she woke up. She wasn’t used to me yet, but soon she’d be ready and the real fun would begin.
“Ummm, what time is it?” I heard her say in one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard.
Damn, she was a turn on.
“It’s time for me to get a taste of my body,” I told her as I pushed her thighs open and buried my face in between her legs.
The first sweep of my tongue, shit, it got me fucking excited. I felt her trying to push me off saying something like she needed to freshen up. I didn’t let her up. I didn’t care about anything but getting my fill, and nothing or no one was going to stop me.
We got lost in each other for as long as either one of us could handle before I finally let her up and off of the bed. She stumbled slightly, which made me chuckle.
“Payback is a bitch, Angelo,” she muttered, giving me the finger as she disappeared into the bathroom.
“I look forward to it, Cara Mia,” I replied loudly as I laid back on the bed, completely satisfied and giddy as shit.
Man, if Lincoln knew she was back…
And… just like that, my fucking mood was gone.
“Shit!” I mumbled at the thought. I wanted to beat the shit out of that stubborn motherfucker.
I got up and went into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth. I ignored Raquel’s protests and cussing behind the shower curtain while I used the bathroom. She’d have to get used to that shit.
As I contemplated taking a shower with her, my cell went off again. I moved out of the bathroom, toward the desk and snatched it up.
“Did you find out what the fuck he was doing at my apartment?” I answered before Darrell could say a word. I fell on the bed and closed my eyes, awaiting his answer.
“No. He walked up to your door, looked around, then moved to the sides of the building before getting back in his car. He sat in his car for about thirty minutes before he drove away.”
“Yeah, he called me about some dumb shit. I think he was casing my apartment.”
“I already got the guys over there looking around, just in case he left something, but I doubt it,” Darrell told me.
I had to agree. “Yeah, so do I. My dear brother is clever, but he’s not that stupid to leave anything at my place. He was probably checking the place out to see what security I have on premises.”
“Do you want to put a body on him?” Darrell asked, but my head was already shaking my head in the negative before he finished his question.
“No, let him be. I have plans for my brother. Don’t worry about him.”
I heard the shower turn off, so I sat up. “Come pick me up at Raquel’s hotel in about thirty minutes. I need to hit the penthouse to get showered and dressed. I have to meet with my father and Eddie before this meeting today. Then we have the meeting tonight, and we have some shit to do before that meeting too, namely figuring out the aftermath of announcing my brother as Lincoln’s replacement.”
Darrell was quiet on the other line, and I knew what he was thinking. This shit was wrong on so many levels. However, I planned to follow directions and do what my father wanted, up to a point, mind you. It seemed that if I wanted to rid my family of the poison that was my brother, I had to do it myself, and that’s what I planned to do.
Darrell told me that he’d be downstairs across the street in twenty. I hung up just as Raquel emerged from the bathroom.
“Shit, I’m going to be late for work,” she exclaimed, towel snugly covering her body.
I got up from the bed, moved to her quickly, and snatched the towel from her body.
“You will not cover up around me… ever,” I told her as I backed her up against the wall. I brought my body flush up against her hot skin, saying, “La sua bellezza porta via il mio fiato.”
She looked up into my eyes. “Stop seducing me with your tongue, Leo.”
My mouth curled up slightly. “You don’t want me to seduce you with my tongue? How shall I do it then?”
She tried to push me away from her, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Tell me, Cara Mia,” I ordered. “How shall I seduce you?”
She shook her head and closed her eyes as her head fell back. “You know what I mean.” She then opened her eyes and said to me, “Tell me what you just said.”
A grin played on my face again, “What? How shall I seduce you?”
“Urgh… Angel, you’re such an asshole. You know what I mean. Tell me what you just said in Italian.”
I laughed and as she tried to move from my grip. I picked her up by her waist, making her legs wrap around my mid-section. I walked back to the bed with her in my arms.
“I just said that I thought you were beautiful,” I told her without moving my eyes from hers.
I didn’t know why I had determination entrenched in me to make her feel everything I felt for her. Again, I shouldn’t care, and if this were any other woman, I wouldn’t have been there. However, she was more to me than I really wanted to admit.
I had driven by her hotel last night, on my way to my penthouse downtown, and decided to call her. I was glad that I had parked and called her from the hotel lobby bar. I would have gone out of my mind if I were driving in the fucking car after hearing her cum. Just hearing her breathe over the phon
e had my dick hard. It was the anticipation of hearing her voice that got me every time. She could talk about anything, and I’d want to fuck her. Fuck, she could even read some eighteen-century English lit, and I’d want to fuck her while she read it to me.
I laid her on the bed gently and settled between her legs. I moved right to her beautiful lips, ready to taste her again.
“Angel, you’re gonna make me late,” she whispered against my lips.
“I can’t help it, Cara Mia. It’s what you do to me. Just let me feel you… Let me slide…”
I’ll ask for forgiveness later.
I didn’t wait for her okay. I slid into her wetness with ease.
“Mmmm… Why do you feel so fucking good?” I asked her.
She sighed deeply and arched her back into me as I moved my hips. Shit, the feeling that covered me with each grind of my hips, the sensation that washed over me as I pulled out so that my head tickled her entrance before I fell back into her, was something that I wanted to feel repeatedly for the rest of my fucking life. This woman brought something out in me that I couldn’t explain. I wanted her, yes, yet the need for her was far greater.
Raquel grabbed my face and brought my lips to hers as I picked up my pace. I wanted to fuck her hard. I didn’t want sweet. I wanted raw. My hips moved faster. My thrusts got harder, more determined and demanding.
“Fuck, I want my pussy every night; every fucking night, do you hear me?”
“Oh, Leo!” she cried out. “Baby, yesssss… Right there! Oh yes! Right there! Fuck me, please.”
Hearing her cum fueled me to go harder. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. This right here was what I’d been craving.
Still, I didn’t take her where I wanted. I couldn’t or we wouldn’t be going anywhere that day if I did.
I kissed her silly, then ordered just above her lips, “Cum with me, Cara… Cum…”
I felt my balls tightening, and as I gave her one last thrust, I pushed all of me inside her… And that’s when we realized that I was bare.
“Shit, Angelo!” she exclaimed, pushing on my chest, face livid.
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