by Lacey Thorn
“I don’t want to hurt you, honey,” Angel grunted, his teeth gritted in an attempt to hold back his need to ravage and fuck. “Slow and easy for now, honey.”
When he went to ease back in she slammed her hips back again, forcing him inside with a harsh plunge that had them both catching their breaths. “Fuck me, Angel!” she demanded. “I didn’t ask for your mercy so don’t give it to me. Or is that it? Should I beg you to stop, Angel? Should I beg you to pull out and let me go?”
Angel snarled and pulled out only to slam home once more making Cara scream with pleasure.
“Yes! Mercy, Angel,” Cara cried out, egging him toward what she wanted, what she’d been waiting for. “Mercy.”
He slammed his cock in and out of her tight heat holding her hip in one big hand and slipping the other one under her, finding the tight pearl of her clit and pinching and pulling at it. “No mercy, honey,” he groaned between hard slamming thrusts. “No mercy for you.”
Cara felt her orgasm rip through her womb and flow like hot lava through her body until every part of her was vibrating. “Angel,” she yelled. “Oh, Angel. Yes, yes, yes!”
Angel felt the tight clasp of her ass squeeze in a death grip around him and with one final, deep plunge he joined her, spilling hot spurts of cum into the condom as she pulsed and spasmed around him. He stayed that way, still pulsing inside her as they both panted and struggled to fill their lungs with air. After a long moment he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her.
Cara was limp beneath him, her body a soft cushion. Angel rubbed his hand along her spine from tailbone up to her neck and gave her a slight squeeze. “You okay honey?” he asked.
“Umm…” Cara replied, too replete and happy to form a coherent thought, much less a simple word.
Angel grinned and eased off the bed, stopping only long enough to discard the used condom in the small wastebasket beside her dresser before moving to untie her from the scarves, leaving the scarves attached to the posts. He stopped and rubbed each limb he released, kissing and fondling her wrists and ankles. When she was finally completely untied Angel slipped the pillows from under her hips and, tossing them to the floor, joined her on the bed, pulling her head to rest on his chest.
Cara snuggled close, loving the smell of him, of them, of sex and sweat that permeated the air.
“You should pack a bag, honey,” Angel murmured holding her close to him.
“Pack a bag?” Cara asked.
“We can’t stay here all night, honey,” Angel stated. “I kicked your door in, if you don’t remember. You can come stay with me until I get it fixed.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Cara assured him, feeling insecure now that the heat was over. What would he expect? How did you act after a one night stand with a virtual stranger?
Angel grasped her chin and lifted it up so that she had to look at him. “This isn’t over between us, Cara,” he told her softly. “Not unless that’s what you want.”
“No,” she whispered, “I don’t want it to be over.”
Angel smiled then and his eyes sparkled. “Good, ’cause I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, honey. I want you like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone.”
“I feel the same way,” Cara agreed and pushed up his chest to align her mouth with his. “I could very easily fall in love with you, Angel,” she admitted softly against his lips, surprising them both.
Angel kissed her tenderly, stroking his tongue softly along hers. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and looked into the blue orbs of her eyes. “I’m already falling for you, Cara,” he told her, his eyes reflecting his words. “Be merciful with me, honey. I’ve never felt like this before.”
Cara grinned so happy she could burst with it. “I’ll show you mercy, Angel,” she assured him. “I’ll give you a taste of Angel’s mercy.”
They both laughed and snuggled closer knowing that no matter what happened from this point on they would face it together.
About the Author
Lacey Thorn spends her days in small-town Indiana, the proud mother of three. When she is not busy with one of them she can be found typing away on her computer keyboard or burying her nose in a good book. Like every woman, she knows just how chaotic life can be and how appealing that great escape can look. So toss aside the stress and tension of the never ending “to do” list. For now sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride with Lacey as she helps you to unlace and unleash the woman inside.
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Also by Lacey Thorn
Bare Love 1: His Bare Obsession
Bare Love 2: Bare Confessions
Bare Love 3: Bare Seduction
Island Guardians 1: Earth Moves
Island Guardians 2: Fanning Her Flames
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