by Alexis Angel
“You like it when I fuck your ass hole.”
“Uh, huh. You’re fucking it so good.”
“I’m tearing it apart,” he says.
I nod my head. “Mmhmm,” I moan.
He pulls out of my ass and sticks himself in my pussy again. He starts fucking it hard. Thrusting himself all the way into my pussy. He’s so deep inside of me and it’s driving me crazy. I want to fucking come. I’m so close. I can feel myself on the edge of coming.
He pulls out of my pussy and goes back into my ass. But instead of just being in my ass he also sticks two fingers in my pussy. I’m rubbing my clit, he’s fingering my pussy and he’s also fucking my ass. All of the sensations together are so hot. We’re having hot, dirty sexy and I want to have more of it. I’m getting closer and closer.
My toes curl one more time. And my world becomes focused on the throbbing of my clit. The amazing euphoric feeling that’s passing through my entire body. Every inch of me is enjoying this.
“Did you come?”
I nod my head and he pulls his fingers out of my pussy. He places one hand one each of my ass/thighs and begins to fuck me harder and harder. It’s hot and raunchy and it’s so hard. He’s so deep inside of me and I’m going crazy because my orgasm is just now coming down.
“Come for me. Fuck me hard and come all over me. Come for me, Kirk.” I moan. He pulls out of me and starts moving his hand along his cock. He aims his cock and I feel his cum covering my body. I lay my legs down so he can aim at my stomach, chest, and face. He’s moaning so loudly and I’m so glad that he’s finally coming.
My body is covered in his thick, warm cum. And as he’s finishing I take my hand and run it through his cum on my body, rubbing it into my skin. Then I take my hand and I lick it. I lick all of his cum off of my fingers.
“Mmm. Oh my God. You’re so fucking hot,” he says.
“I try,” I say with a laugh.
He helps me stand up and I walk into the bathroom. I start the shower and step inside. I wash his cum off of me and I feel how exhausted my body is. My pussy feels raw and my clit is numb. When I get out of the shower, he’s laying on the bed waiting for me. I walk over to him and climb into the bed. I didn’t care that I was still naked. I snuggle up next to Kirk. He rubs my head and kisses me and tells me how amazing I did.
“You did pretty fucking amazing, too.” I tell him, my eyes are heavy and my voice sounds distant.
He laughs and tells me he loves me.
“I love you, too, WineBar,” I say and quickly fall asleep.
Emily
Love’s supposed to be hard work, or so the ancient wisdom passed from mother to daughter seems to tell us. Between you and I though, I don’t buy into that notion. Sure, the ‘before’ part of my story with Kirk was as hard and complicated as it gets, but now that we’ve admitted how we really feel… Well, love feels really easy now.
Sure, we’ve been together for just one week, but that’s enough time for me to feel positive about my relationship with Kirk, isn’t it? We have been going on proper dates together and, more than that, we’ve been fucking every single day. Or making love—it really depends on how you like to define it. As for me, I like to think it’s a blend of these two things. After all, sex with Kirk can be as rough as it can be tender, and though it oscillates between these two poles, the passion and love we feel toward each other is a constant.
I mean… even when we’re apart, we're always on each other's mind all the time. Case in point: even though we're not together right now, he just had to pick up the phone and call me. And God bless him; being on the phone with Wine Bar is always interesting.
“I like that,” I purr into the phone, closing my eyes as the words he’s telling me turn into an indecent string of images. “And then what?”
“Then, I’ll run my lips down your naked chest,” Kirk whispers, and I press the phone against my ear harder, his deep baritone voice blanketing my mind, “and I’ll push your wet thong down your legs with my teeth…”
See? Just like I told you; it's always interesting with him. Even when he has nothing but words at his disposal, he always makes me hot and bothered.
“Mmm, that sounds good…” I half-whisper, half-moan, two of my fingers working steadily on my clit. I’m lying down on my couch, completely naked as I imagine Kirk’s perfect naked body.
Yeah, it’s been like this every day; we have sex whenever we’re together, and whenever we’re apart… Well, we always find a way.
“I wouldn’t mind having a taste of that pussy right now, Em,” he continues, each word of his that reaches me making my body temperature raise. “I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”
“What do you think?” I ask him with a slight laugh. Oh, if only he knew exactly how wet I am right now… My juices are dripping down my thighs in buckets, and I even had to put a towel underneath me so that I wouldn’t ruin my couch.
“Oh, I’m just thinking that I’m very hard right now… God, how I wish I was there. I can’t get enough of that body of yours…”
“Mm… I like that. I'll never get tired of hearing that,” I continue to say, sliding one finger inside my pussy as I keep on working my clit with my thumb. As I work on my pussy, I allow images on Kirk's naked body to flood my mind, each one better than the last.
“I know that… and I also know that you're about to come.”
“How do —?’ I start to moan, but then a wave of heat takes over my body. My whole body tenses up and my pussy stars cramping up around my finger.
“Come for me…” he whispers, the way he lowers his voice making my skin prickle, and I lose all control. Pleasure bursts inside me like a nuclear bomb, and my eyes roll in their orbits as every single muscle in my body starts to spasm and twitch.
“God!” I cry out, pushing the words through my gritted teeth. Sprawled back on the couch, I take long deep breaths as my mind bounces back from ecstasy. Why can't all phone calls be like this?
“See? We don't even need to be together for me to make you come,” he laughs and, even though he can't see me now, I can't help but smile.
“But it's so much better when you're here… Why don't you come over, Kirk? I think I know of a few things we can do to pass the time… And you can stay the night too,” I purr, wanting to wake up next time him in the morning. It used to be an awkward thing, but now it's one of my favorite things in the whole world. The waking up part and the night before, of course.
“Is that so?” he asks me playfully.
“That's exactly so. I need my man in my bed.”
“If I'm your man,” he replies, “I guess that makes you my woman, doesn't it?”
“Does that makes us… girlfriend and boyfriend?” I can't help but asked him, realizing that it's exactly what we are: a couple.
“I think it does,” he laughs; a happy laugh, one that tells me how he feels about these two words. “But if that’s so, I want to take another step.”
“Another step?”
“Yeah, I want you to come over this weekend…”
“I’m always up for that.”
“I’m talking about a barbecue I’m having, Em. And my family and friends will be there too,” he adds, a note of hesitancy in his voice. So that’s the next step he’s talking about — friends and family.
“So… You want me to meet your family? And your friends?” That's good isn't it? It means things are getting serious. But if so, why do I feel so nervous about it?
“I do… And don't worry about it, they'll love you, Em.”
“Okay, okay… I'm sold. I'll take that next step,” I chuckle, throwing my head back against the armrest of the couch and closing my eyes. I'm in a relationship, a serious one! Ah, how things change.
“I love you, Em. You're my everything.”
“I love you too… Now hurry up; I need you in my bed. Right now.”
“I'm on my way.”
Ah, happiness!
Note From The Author:
And we’re not done yet, babe! What happens when Alexis…err Natalie gets to the barbecue? What happens when she gets so nervous that she starts drinking? Will this small slip of a girl in the La Perla lace and Christian Louboutins who only drinks wine be able to handle her liquor? And what will WineBar think afterwards? This is not a cliffhanger, but a promise that more story is to come in the book Dirty Lil’ Angels (coming in October 5, 2017)!
Naughty Angel Newsletter
So I'm just gonna go meet some of WineBar's friends
Because babes, we should all be focused on WineBar right now, because it's his barbecue that I'm going to. I'm taking a bottle of Grey Goose lol.
But the weirdest thing. earlier today WineBar called.
"Hey," he said.
"Hiiiiii," I replied back, and since it was just me in my kitchen talking to him I sorta touched myself because I was thinking of like all the dirty things he did to me last time ya know?
"Just gotta ask if you're gonna be coming today?" he asked me.
"Yup. Around 5 pm, right?" I replied back. No way I was gonna miss this barbecue.
"Yeah, hey listen, what are you gonna be wearing?" he asked me.
"Why?" I asked back. "What's wrong?"
Pause.
"Well, are you gonna wear anything really sexy?" he asked me. "Just because there's gonna be like kids and shit there."
Oh my God. So now I dress too sexy for kids?
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Well, my brother is gonna be there too," he says to me.
Okay. I can understand that. Like if he has family that might show up he doesn't want me to look like a ho. And he really is gonna meet me with his family? OMG! We are so a happily ever after couple!
But like, some warning here? I was gonna wear short shorts and a t-shirt FYI, but after listening to him go off on how his brother is going to divinity school I'm thinking sundress?
Is he gonna propose? Is he gonna introduce me as his girlfriend?
Let me know what you think about WineBar and the sexy clothes comment and am I reading too much into it? I'll let you know how it goes anyways. You know how to reach me. [email protected].
Hugs and kisses and lots of love!
Alexis
Part 2
Emily
It’s an amazing day in San Francisco. I don’t give a fuck what time of day or night the clock says it is when I’m here beside Kirk in a magic-tinged, post-orgasmic afterglow. Every day is an amazing day in San Francisco.
For Kirk and me and a good percentage of people in general, these are among the best and most agreeable moments in a relationship—or pretty much in life.
If you read my newsletter, you’re all too aware that it wasn’t always like this. There are always going to be challenging times. The newsletter is a way to channel some of that, but it’s also a way to connect with amazing people and get different points of view.
I gaze at Kirk, shameless in my adoration. Even though he’s looking straight ahead at the wall, lost in a memory or some sort of deep thought, he definitely registers me looking.
“You doing okay?” I ask this as a prelude to what I really want to talk about. I know he’s doing much more than just okay—I make sure of that, several times a day, and he makes certain that I’m doing fucking fantastic on a regular basis as well.
“I think you know how I’m doing, Em,” he says with a smirk. “But in case you need to be reminded, I’ve never been better in my entire fucking life, so yeah, I’m doing okay.”
Okay then, so I figure it’s time to bring up the subject I still keep to myself—well, myself and all my readers.
“My newsletter, Kirk.”
“Uh, what about it, babe?”
I’m getting a little flustered now, if it’s not obvious. The two worlds of my actual life with WineBar and the one where I write about it are colliding. It’s inevitable, but it’s still kinda weird when it happens.
“So my readers, um, well, they like this story. I mean you, the whole WineBar thing.”
“Well, yeah, no shit. I don’t see a problem with that. It’s unavoidable with me. With us.”
Kirk doesn’t just throw that and us stuff in there without thinking; he really means it. I don’t mind being included in his alpha cockiness one bit.
“I’m still doing it, the newsletter. I mean, I love my readers. Yeah, I tell them about shitty times, like that stint in New York, but it’s also for times like these.”
“You mean the best fucking times in the whole fucking world?”
“Exactly,” I respond sincerely. “Getting here, though. I mean, it was quite a ride, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, a wild ride indeed. One I’m more than happy to be off of.”
It seems that it’s now WineBar’s turn to give me pause. Because what would jumping back on that crazy ride entail exactly?
Going back to dating? That’s like a billion miles from my mind, and I know Kirk feels the same way. We’re both ecstatic about where things ended up.
“I wouldn’t mind revisiting it, though.”
“What do you mean revisiting?” Kirk’s not going to be able to take much more of this cryptic talk, I realize.
“Revisiting as a book,” I clarify.
Kirk nods as if he understands this completely, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t.
“Please explain that, Em.”
“Let’s see. I’m a top 100 romance author, I’m talking about a new project, the word ‘book’ is involved...”
“Ah.”
Kirk is someone who makes known what he wants. Unlike so many other men, so many other people, you don’t need to struggle to read him, except for this time.
“What do you think?”
“What do I think?”
“Stop stalling.”
To Kirk’s credit, he does stop stalling. But the look on his face is unreadable.
“Do you often base your romance on reality like this?”
I take a deep breath, ready to explain the best I can.
“The type of thing I do—it can be an escape, sure. Being with you, though, and even the whole wild ride leading up to it, that’s been an escape too. An incredible, breathtaking, whirlwind escape. Doesn’t that sound like a book to you?”
Kirk matches my smile with one of his own.
“Maybe.”
Kirk’s up from the bed now, pacing around my bedroom. He’s thinking about it.
I sit up. I’m determined to get him on board, and I’m also excited to get started. I’m excited about the way everything worked out.
“What are you planning to include?” Kirk’s becoming more enthusiastic with every step he takes around the room. He’s starting to warm up to the idea.
“I like that you think that I’m planning details already.”
“Baby, I know you’re planning details already. You can’t bullshit me!”
Kirk walks back to the bed. And so it’s set...or so I think.
“There’s going to be a barbecue,” Kirk states, sitting back down on the bed.
“There’s going to be the barbecue, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I’m not asking.”
“Hmm” is all I say.
“And how do you feel about that?”
Kirk laughs, playing it off like the joke it kinda is.
“I think I like it when you act all alpha,” I tease.
He suddenly has me on my back, and he’s hovering over me, one leg hooked over his shoulder. Just like that, I’m already wet.
He rakes his gaze down my body, and I can practically feel every nerve blaze to life as he does.
“Is that so? Well, in that case, let me tell you what else your readers want to know. They want to hear all about how I make you cum over and over, screaming my name as I drill my cock into you hard and fast.”
I can’t breathe. God, he’s so fucking hot when he talks dirty.
“They want to hear how you can’t get enough o
f me. How you love it when I cum all over you and how you lick up every last drop.”
Oh god. I grind my hips up against him. I’m so fucking turned on.
He laughs. “Is this going to be in the book?”
I pretend to think about it for a minute.
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
“It fucking better be.”
Then I smile, and Kirk laughs. But not for long. Because the next thing I know, he’s doing exactly what he said, making me cum over and over in the mind-blowing, earth-shattering way only he can.
It’s an amazing day in San Francisco…the first day of the rest of our lives.
Emily
“I love you, Em.”
I just smile like a lovestruck teenager. The whole way up to my apartment, WineBar keeps telling me this. Like he wants to make sure I know.
And after all the crazy miscommunication that’s kept us apart, I can’t say I blame him.
Kirk loves me. I love him.
The only thing more perfect than that is how we’re now losing each other in this kiss as we fumble our way into my apartment, and he kicks the door shut behind him.
I whimper when his lips are away from mine for a second. It like, damages my soul to not have him pressed against me. After all this time apart, I don’t want a fraction of an inch of space between us.
I back him against the wall, press my lips to his, and stroke my hands up and down his body. I cup his face and bring my hands back down and place them over his rock-hard cock.
Kirk’s hands never leave my hair, tangled up in holding me tight to him. There’s an aching urgency between us that seems to be an invisible thread holding us together. One we can’t allow to break.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my dress down, and the fabric droops over my breasts. I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra, aching for release. Reading my mind, Kirk allows his fingers to slide to my back and, with a simple flick, unclasps my bra.