by Gemma Weir
“I love you too,” she whispers.
A relieved breath escapes from me. “Fuck, baby, you scared the shit out of me.” Her eyelids flutter open and I gasp, her huge doe eyes are full of anguish, fear and love.
“Wait, what did you say?” I ask.
“I love you too, Daisy,” she says and I see it, right there in her eyes. She loves me.
“God, baby, I love you. I’m sorry, I lost it, baby. I’m not sorry I fucking hit him, but I’m sorry that you saw. You were so brave, I’m so fucking proud. You stood up to him, Angel, you stood tall and strong.”
“I thought he was going to hurt you,” she whispers, her eyes pooling with tears.
A laugh escapes me, and I cup her cheek with my hand. “Baby, your dad is a fucking coward who gets off on hitting women that won’t hit him back. He can’t physically hurt me, but it cuts me deep when he talks about you like you’re an animal. I love you. I couldn’t stand there and let him talk about you that way.”
A sigh escapes from her and she closes her eyes. “Is it over? Senator Carduccio left. He called me a whore,” she chuckles and a small smile twitches at her lips.
“I don’t know. Carduccio seems to be out. He might be playing us, but I don’t think so. He knows who we are and how we feel about the women we claim. If he tries to take you, he’s essentially declaring war on the Doomsday Sinners and nobody wants that. At the moment we co-exist and don’t encroach on each other’s turf but that would all stop. He might have some powerful connections, but the Sinners have some hefty allies too. We need to speak to Prez. I think your dad is gonna be more of a problem. He’s a fucking asshole and he’s not gonna take you being with a Sinner with any grace. He just tried to coerce money from me; he’s desperate, and a desperate man is a dangerous man.”
Angel buries her head against my chest and my arms instinctively wrap around her, pulling her closer. “We’ll get through this. I won’t let your dad come between us. He’s just an insignificant road bump on the path that brought us together. All the shit we’ve gone through was just to make sure we’d recognize how fucking perfect we are for each other. You’ve changed everything for me, Angel.”
Lifting her head from my chest she raises her hand and runs her fingers through my hair. “I’m so broken, Daisy. Look at me today, I hid again, and I promised myself I was better than that. I thought I could be strong; you deserve someone strong, and I’m trying, I promise I am. Every day since I met you, my shattered pieces have started to fit back together. You’re bringing me back to life and you’re fixing me.”
“You’re fixing me too. We belong together,” I say, shaking my head. “Fuck me, Angel. I’m turning into such a fucking pussy. This is your fault, baby. I fell in love with you and you made me feel something, apparently it was my sappy, sentimental side. I need to do something to make me feel like I didn’t just grow a fucking vagina. Get your ass up here and kiss me. I need to make sure my dick still works.”
Angel’s tinkling laugh breaks the tension. Crawling up my body she straddles my thighs, her pussy pressed against my cock. Her denim skirt has ridden up her legs and I can see those innocent cotton panties of hers. Running my palms over her thighs I push her skirt higher, until it bunches around her waist. I want to see all of her, so I reach for the buttons on the skirt and start to undo them. Glancing up, I look at her face. She’s watching me, nibbling on her bottom lip. The anguish has gone from her eyes and a heady lust has replaced it. “This okay, Angel?” I ask, undoing another button.
“Yes,” she says breathily.
Making quick work of the buttons I push the last one through the hole and her skirt falls open. Her panties are white and modest, but on her they’re the sexiest damn panties I’ve even seen. My eyes devour her, she has no idea how sexy she is and I fucking love that about her. Angel is effortless.
“I love seeing you wear my name,” I growl and run my fingers over the ‘Property of Daisy’ patch on her chest. Never taking my eyes from her, I slide her skirt from beneath her and drop it to the floor. Reaching up, I start to push the leather cut off her shoulders. It easily slides down her arms and rests against my legs. “I wanna see you just in these panties and my name. I don’t mean right now, I’ll wait until you’re ready, but when you are would you do that for me, Angel?”
Her eyes widen for a moment, then she leans forward and drops a fleeting kiss against my lips. “I love you.”
Fisting her tank top, she slowly pulls it over her head. If it were anyone but her I’d think she was putting on a show, but she’s not. This isn’t her trying to be sexy, Angel has no idea just how beautiful she is.
She drops her tank to the bed and then pauses. I watch her take a deep breath, then reach behind her and unclasp her bra. The fabric falls forward and her perfect breasts are revealed. Her small pink nipples are pebbled and my mouth waters. I want to taste them, bite them, and suck them until she’s writhing around desperate for more.
“Jesus,” I hiss as she drops her bra to the bed. Her hands are clenched at her sides, like she’s fighting the urge to cover herself. She’s uncomfortable and that’s not what I want. I want everything we do to be good for her. “We don’t have to do this.”
“No. I want to, this is just a little weird for me. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before and my boobs are small.”
Reaching up, I cup one of her breasts in my hand. “They’re not small, Angel, they’re a handful and you’ve got the most perfect nipples I’ve ever fucking seen.”
A beautiful pink flush covers her face and I smirk at her. The urge to suck on those pink peaks is too heady and I start to lift my head when she twists to the side. She picks up her property cut, sliding it back up her arms and all of the air leaves my lungs.
“Perfect,” I whisper, my voice raspy. Her tits are playing a naughty game of peek-a-boo behind the cut, and the black leather against her pale skin is the perfect contrast.
My cock’s pushing so hard against my jeans, my stomach twists. “Jesus, Angel you look… God you look… I fucking love you.” I ramble.
“Is this what you wanted?” She asks shyly.
“Fuck, Angel. if I die right now then I’m good. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She looks down at herself and then back to me. “I’m not sexy, Daisy. I’m wearing ugly cotton panties from Target.”
“I don’t give a fuck where your panties are from. It’s you. You make them sexy and wearing nothing but those panties and my name on you, that’s the holy fucking grail, baby.” Wrapping my hands around her waist, I roll her under me. Her cut falls open and I get the full view of her perky tits again.
Sitting up, I take in the full image of my Angel spread out for me to admire. Her arms are resting on the pillows on either side of her head and her white hair is spread around her like a halo. “All this perfection and just for me,” I coo quietly.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks nervously.
“I’m just memorizing this, baby, and trying to figure out how I got so fucking lucky.”
She starts to fidget under my appraisal and I can’t wait any longer, so I lean forward, bracing myself above her and take her nipple into my mouth. Lifting my eyes, I watch her mouth fall open and a silent moan escape her lips. Her neck arches and she eagerly curves her body closer to my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around her nipple, laving at the tip and then sucking it all into my mouth, nipping at her with my teeth. Her silent moans gradually become audible and when I bite down on her sensitive peak she hisses between her teeth.
“Daisy,” she moans.
“What, baby?” I ask, pulling her other nipple into my mouth and starting to worship it with my tongue.
“Sex… I want… I want to have sex with you,” she says breathlessly, between gasps and moans.
Releasing her nipple with a pop I look up at her. Her huge eyes are staring back at me, full of desire and lust. “Baby, you just need me to make you come.
I’m gonna peel off your panties and lick your sweet pussy until you scream.”
“No, no, no. I want you, Daisy. I want to be with you. I love you and I want to have sex with you. Please, please,” she begs.
“Don’t beg, Angel, never beg. I want you so much. I love you too, but I want you to be sure. Nothing between us should ever be a regret. I don’t want to do this unless you’re absolutely ready.”
“I’m ready. I love you and I want you. I promise I won’t regret this, I could never regret this with you.” Her eyes are earnest and so full of love.
“It’ll hurt you, baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll be so gentle, I want to make this good for you but I’m not gonna lie, this first time it’s gonna be more pain than pleasure,” I say.
“Okay,” she whispers.
I nod, scanning my eyes over her face to reassure myself that she’s ready. Reaching up I cup her cheek. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too.”
My lips meet hers and the kiss is sweet and slow. Our tongues push against one another, but this isn’t a race to the finish line, it’s a moment of surrender for both of us. Neither pushes the other to deepen the kiss, we simply luxuriate in the bliss of being together.
Sliding my hand from her face I caress the smooth skin along her neck, moving lower until my fingers cover her breast, squeezing gently. My thumb glides over her already sensitized nipple, teasing her until she’s gasping through our kiss.
Releasing her breast, I brush my hand along her flat stomach and push beneath the waist of her panties. My fingers slide easily through her wet heat and into her soaked sex. Pushing a single finger inside, her muscles clamp down on me and I groan as I imagine her strangling my cock when I’m deep inside her.
Angel’s giving me her virginity. We both know I’m going to have to hurt her and just the thought of making her bleed sickens me. I want her so fucking much, but I want her to enjoy this too. I can’t have her remembering her first time, our first time together, as something painful and unpleasant.
I need her desperate and panting, so crazy with want that her mind will forget the pain, as she searches for release. Her pussy is greedy, and she gets wetter and wetter as her hips start to rise and fall in time with my finger’s movements. I push a second finger into her—fuck she’s so tight—and her muscles clamp around me as I try to pump in and out.
Releasing her mouth, I kiss a path down her neck and move to worship her breasts again. I lick a circle around the base of her nipple then tease the tip with my tongue. Kissing the underside of her breast I scrape my teeth along her skin, then gently bite down. Her moans change to keening cries as the mix of pleasure and pain pushes her closer to release.
My fingers continue to move in and out and her arousal soaks my hands. She’s so fucking wet. Sliding a third finger into her pussy I try to stretch her, preparing her for my cock. I move my thumb up to glide over her clit and at the first touch she moans loud and long.
Pulling my hand from her sex, I sit up, dragging her panties down her legs and throwing them over my shoulder. “Fuck, Angel, you’re soaked. I need to see your perfect pussy all glistening, covered in arousal. I know how sweet you taste and I can’t deny myself.” Her perfect pussy is shiny and wet and mesmerized I stare at her. She fidgets under my scrutiny and her legs start to close. “No,” I command, and she pauses.
“You’re staring at me.”
I chuckle. “I know, baby, but your pussy wet and begging is the perfect fucking sight.”
I glance up at her and laugh. Her hands are covering her face, hiding her obvious embarrassment. Lying between her legs, I look up, watching her as I run my tongue straight down the center of her sex.
Her hands fall away, her back arches and a low moan escapes her. “Jesus, Angel. I love making you moan.”
Opening her folds with my fingers, I lick from her sex to her clit, circling it gently with the tip of my tongue. Her hips lift from the bed and I thrust my tongue deep inside her. Her sweet taste fills my mouth and I withdraw, flicking her clit again.
Her breathing is ragged and small moans escapes from her lips. I want to drag this out and tease her, make her wait for her orgasm but I can’t. I want to see her fall apart again. I want her to scream my name and then I want to sink my cock deep inside her and make her mine completely.
Concentrating on her clit, I suck it into my mouth, scraping my teeth across the top of the sensitive bundle of nerves. She cries out in pleasure; her hips lift from the bed and she pushes her pussy into my face. I pump my fingers quicker, curling upwards and pressing against the sensitive spot inside of her. Her fingers tangle into my hair and she scrapes my scalp with her nails as she frantically holds me down and pulls at my hair.
“Oh God, oh, oh. Daisy, Daisy, oh God,” she cries, her voice breathy and filled with desire.
Her legs tense and squeeze around my shoulders, she writhes beneath me and I know she’s close. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I swirl my tongue back and forth until her back lifts off the bed and she explodes, her sweet cum filling my mouth.
I push my tongue into her sex, feeling her pussy pulse and clench around me. I want to make her come again and again but I can’t wait a moment longer. Sitting up, I rip off my t-shirt and push down my jeans and boxers. I look down at my perfect Angel; her tits are bouncing as her chest moves up and down with her ragged breaths. “You okay?” I ask.
“Yes, oh my God, yes. Please, Daisy, I want you in me, please,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine. I can’t resist. Grabbing a condom from the dresser I rip open the foil and slide it over my rock-hard cock. Climbing over her I brace myself above her. My arms fall beside her head and I lean down and kiss her.
“I love you, Angel.”
My body’s still tingling from the orgasm Daisy just gave me, but I need more. I need to feel him inside me. My skin is literally itching for more of him. I need him to touch me, to kiss me and to make love to me.
I love him, and he loves me. I never thought I’d have this. I never considered that Daisy was out there, and I just needed to find him. My rational side is warning me that it’s too much, too quick, but I don’t care.
Daisy makes me feel loved and protected. He’s become my safe haven and when I’m with him I don’t feel so broken. I love him, and I want to have sex with him. I want to give myself to him and take a part of him in return.
His body is braced above me, so I bend my knees and cradle him further between my legs. “Daisy, please,” I beg.
“Are you sure? I want you so fucking bad, but I’ll wait, I want you to be ready,” he says, his eyes earnest and full of love.
“I’m sure. What else would I wait for? I love you and I want to have sex. I’m ready.”
He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him closer to me. I want to feel his weight on top of me. I want to be surrounded by him. Daisy’s hand slides between us and his fingers push back inside of me. I love the feeling of fullness; my eyes fall closed and I moan quietly.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” His fingers leave me and are replaced by his cock probing at my entrance. I feel my sex stretch, as inch by inch he pushes his way inside me. The sensation is strange, my sex burns as his huge dick enters me. I feel pressure in my stomach, and the feeling of fullness his fingers gave me is a distant memory, as a painful burn overwhelms me.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his fingers stroking my cheek.
I nod. I know my face must show the pain I’m feeling, because his eyebrows are furrowed together. “We can stop, if it’s too much,” he says.
“No, no don’t stop,” I cry.
Leaning down he kisses me, then pulls back. “I’m gonna do this quick baby and then I’ll give you some time to get used to me inside you.”
I nod quickly and wrap my hands around his neck. He leans down and kisses me again, then I feel him pull out of me until only the tip of his cock is inside, and the burning lessens. In one quick thrust he pushes all of
the way inside of me. I scream. His mouth on mine swallows the sound but the pain is like nothing I’ve felt before. Tears pool in my eyes and I fight not to let them fall, but my sex burns and my stomach is tight. Daisy’s cock feels huge and I’m uncomfortably full. He flexes his hips and I hiss as the burn pulses through me again.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying to keep still, but baby you’re gripping my dick so fucking hard.”
“It hurts, I just, I just need a minute. I’ll be okay in a minute.” I say trying to sound confident.
Daisy nods and then squeezes his eyes closed tightly and drops his forehead to my chest. I wonder if this hurts for him too.
I pull in several deep breaths and the pain starts to recede. “I’m okay, you can move. Just. Just be gentle, please.”
He lifts his head from my chest and his eyes find mine. “I promise. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
The pain comes back full force when Daisy slowly starts to pull out of me. Gasping, I swallow down my cry and try not to tell him to stop. The slow push and pull is painful, but the uncomfortable feeling recedes and I watch the muscles in his back tense and release with his movements.
Daisy rests on one elbow and pushes my leg up further with the other. The movement pushes him deeper and a hiss of pain bursts from me.
“I’m sorry, Angel. Next time, I promise I’ll make it so good for you. I hate that I’m hurting you, but in a minute I’m gonna lick you until you scream. I promise. I’m gonna make up for this pain with pleasure.”
He pushes into me and then pulls back and pushes into me again. The pain is almost gone, but it’s not replaced by pleasure the way romance books said it would be. His hand moves from my leg to my breast and he starts to play with my nipple. He squeezes and pinches and suddenly a wave of pleasure pulses through me.
His thrusts get faster, and the burning morphs into tingling. The sensation is a painful pleasure; it hurts but I don’t want it to stop. The feeling of fullness has changed. My body begins to accept him and a warm feeling pools in my stomach.