Chapter 22 - Marco

My. Personal. Hell! That’s what Angela was—she might have a face that made me call her an angel, but she was a devil sent to make even the devil kneel, and that was exactly what she was doing to me.

Tasting that sweet pussy left me craving more. Seeing those folds glistening with excitement and how much she became even more sensitive to every touch of my fingers made me harder.

And when I finally felt her arousal on my tongue, I thought I might explode right there. Hearing her moans, tasting her, and seeing her reactions brought me dangerously close to spilling into my pants.

“I’m not done with you yet!” I exclaimed, holding her ass firmly, her body in my lap, legs wrapped around my hips.

Only a piece of fabric kept me from feeling the heat of her pussy against my cock. But that didn’t stop me from squeezing her ass even more and rubbing it against me back and forth.

“Marco…” she panted, gripping the lapels of my shirt and starting to undo my buttons one by one. “I need to feel you.”

I smiled at that and slid my hand up her body until I reached the tie behind her neck. I wanted to see that beautiful pair of breasts again—they had haunted my dreams and kept me company during the many times I had masturbated thinking of her.

“I need to feel you too.” I pulled the tie, letting the fabric fall forward and reveal her bare breasts. “I’ve been dreaming of having them in my hands and mouth since the moment I laid eyes on them.”

I cupped both, feeling their weight in my hands, and watched her arch, pressing them even closer to me. Her soft skin shivered as I traced my thumbs around the pink areolas.

“Ahhh…” she moaned long and low as I touched her, then unbuttoned the last button of my shirt and quickly slid the fabric away, letting her hands roam over my body, memorizing every inch of my skin with her eyes and touch.

I squeezed the sensitive breast and leaned down, taking the hard nipple into my mouth. I slid my tongue around it and sucked lightly, enough to make her moan louder and writhe in my lap.

While massaging one breast, I sucked and licked the other, savoring both and her reactions until she was using my erection to masturbate herself. I could already feel my pants damp from her wet pussy rubbing against me.

Angela could make me explode in my pants like that and didn’t even seem to realize it, head thrown back, hands on my shoulders as moans of pleasure echoed between us.

“Take your pants off,” she commanded, hands fumbling at the button desperately as she tried to get out of my lap, but I stopped her.

“No! The pants stay on until the day you decide to be mine,” I said, gripping her wrists.

Angela furrowed her brows and stared at me for a long time without blinking, as if waiting for me to say more.

“Are you serious? If I wanted to sleep with you, would you say no because we’re not married?”

“You can sleep with me whenever you want, Angel. But my cock only goes inside you after you marry me.” Her jaw dropped, and she opened and closed her mouth, truly speechless for the first time since we met.

It was good to see her shocked for a change, not trying to confront me as she had been doing since she came into my life. I liked seeing her tough side, but after this night, I needed to feel I had some control over her—it was the only way to ensure she wouldn’t run from me again.

“I don’t need you inside me for what I imagined,” she finally said, shocking me. How could that innocent girl surprise me so much? “I want your body against mine.”

“So you were imagining rubbing against my cock?” I asked, seeing her cheeks turn red, and she began breathing faster before nodding.

“I dreamed… I dreamed it was happening,” Angel stammered, unable to hide how flustered she was.

I grinned widely, which might have scared her, imagining she had erotic dreams about me. I squeezed her ass firmly, lifting her a few inches, and joined our lips while working to free myself from the damn pants and underwear.

“I want you to show me that dream,” I said, pulling my lips from hers once I was free from the knees up. “Tell me what happens in your dream?”

Angela looked down, eyes wide, seeming shocked and awed. It was sweet knowing she had never seen a man naked in front of her, let alone touched one.

Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter as she planted her knees on the sofa beneath us. Our eyes met, and my little angel lowered her weight onto me, giving my hard cock some of her warmth.

She panted softly and bit her lower lip before moving back and forth. Her wet pussy glided easily over me, and her eyelids fluttered as her movements grew faster.

“We were… Ahhh… we were like this in my dream,” she managed to say between moans.

I held her waist tighter, needing all my self-control not to flip us over and bury myself in that dripping pussy.

“You came to completely throw me off balance,” I murmured, teeth clenched, before leaning down to take her breast into my mouth.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, and her movements became uneven as her moans grew louder.

“Marco… Please…” Hearing those words made me even harder, and I bit the nipple before lifting my face and gripping her ass.

I squeezed, knowing my fingers would leave marks, and parted her to give myself an even clearer path.

“Say you’re mine, Angela! Say you’re only mine!” I growled, moving her body faster and giving her exactly what she wanted.

Her eyes rolled back, and her nails sank into my skin, making me even harder, if that was possible. I was about to cum on myself like a horny teenager, and it was all her fault.

“Humm… Yes, I’m yours! All… Oh my God! Like this, keep going… I’m yours and no one else’s.”

Just two more movements, and she was screaming my name and tearing at my skin as her body tensed, letting me know how close she was.

“Mine!” I declared the moment her eyes squeezed shut, and her scream filled the room, taking me with her. “Fuck, Angel!”

Angela was still trembling as the first jet hit my stomach, then the next, each movement she made milking my cock.

“Oh my God, I never thought this could feel so good.” I smiled hearing that as she relaxed on me again. “I need more.”

“I’d love to make you cum until sunrise, but first I need to get you out of here. I want you in my house, my room, lying on my bed.” I confessed, watching her breath return to normal with a smile on her face. “But first, we need to decide on the wedding date?”