The Hitman's Angel(6)

“I love this,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “I’m not sure I should.”

“Anything with me is right, angel. Shake your pretty tits at me, torture and tease me with that virgin hole between your thighs and you will stay safe. You understand me? Lenin keeps you safe. Even from himself. Always.”

“I’ve never felt like this…” she muses, arching her back and riding my cock with tight, sexy hip thrusts, tempting my balls to explode with every sensual movement. “Like what I want…matters.” A shudder passes through her. “Lenin. Oh. That feels g-good.”

I’m groaning so loud I can barely hear, but I struggle to retain what she’s telling me. The way to Margaret’s trust—and maybe even her heart—is to give her back some of the control she’s been lacking. That’s been taken away from her. If it means she’ll stay mine, I’ll give her anything. The universe will be hers. Especially if taking back control means she rubs her sweetheart pussy on my dick. I can keep a leash on my willpower. I can do that for Margaret. For her, I will suffer through anything. And maybe when she trusts me more, I will be given the gift of my hands on her perfect, peachy skin.

She’s fucking me through my pants now, though I’m not sure if she’s aware of it. Her mouth is open, brown eyes blind as she slides up and down on my cock. I know the moment she discovers the location of her clitoris, because she gasps and then her hips make much smaller movements. She leans forward and her tits press on my stomach. She rubs that tiny nub on the hard ridge of my cock, whimpering and moaning. There is no greater privilege than slowly undulating my lower body for her enjoyment, watching this gorgeous little creature use my cock like her personal toy.

I’ve never needed to release my spend with such desperation in my life. Until now, giving in and stroking the pent-up pressure from my body was considered a weakness, but with Margaret, it’s a strength. My come is now praise for her skill. It’s what will give us babies when I finally get inside of her. It’s proof that I’ve been allowed to touch an angel.

Keep her.

I will keep her, this amazing girl who spreads her beautiful thighs wide and masturbates herself on my dick with such abandon. She contains such magic, even though she’s been locked away, treated poorly. Her spirit is intact and I want only to nurture it.

The pain inside me builds to a fever pitch and I rip off more of the couch leather, biting down on my lip until blood is drawn. “Blyad. Angel, you’ll make me go insane.”

“Lenin,” she whines, her fingers twisting in the lapels of my jacket. “I’m going to…”

I thrust up my lower body like a saddle for her pleasure. “That’s right, angel. Keep your little cunt on my lap and let me bounce you around. We can pretend it’s just a game and you’ll stay an innocent girl.”

Her eyes fly to mine and they’re fevered. Excited. Even more than before.

There’s something here. Something she needs—and that means I need it, too.

“Bounce me.” She nods vigorously. “Please.”

I put my mouth to her ear and punch my hips up hard. “Bounce you like Daddy’s good little girl?”

She lands on my lap with a scream and I growl in response, feeling her warm cream through my pants, wishing she was letting it out all over my mouth and chin, where I could lick it up. I rock my hips hard, helping her ride out her shaking, crying orgasm, but I force my own release down with a brutal yell. My intention was to come, but…

I’m fucking in love. I’m in love with Margaret and I will not climax again until the head of my cock is pressed up against her womb, making her the mother of my children. I can’t stand to waste what’s inside me before then. I’m momentarily blind with the frustration and I tear another hole in the couch as Margaret continues to sob against my chest, her pussy now warm and pliant where it cradles my dick, stroking it through my pants.

A moment later, I’m looking up into Margaret’s flushed face. She blinks at me, her attention dropping to the shredded leather in my hands.

“Okay, fine…” she pants. “I’ll go with you.”

I bare my teeth in victory. “This means you trust me, angel?”

“I think I might,” she whispers. “There’s something I need to get first from upstairs, though.” Still seemingly dazed, she worries her lip. “Will you help me? Hank might have already hidden it. If he knows I’m coming to take it, he’ll find a way to destroy it.”

My eyebrows pull together. “This is why you danced for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes. He told me he would burn it, if I didn’t please the customer.” A beat passes. “But I don’t think you’ll let that happen.”

I grunt my happiness, though I have a strange impulse to laugh again. She trusts me. I’ve done it. “That gnat will not give us a problem.”

She smiles, bright and dazzling. “The gnat?”

My heart inflates like a hot-air balloon. “Da. He is an annoying insect, nothing more.” I nod. “We will get this thing you need.”

“Thank you,” she breathes. “This is all happening very fast.”

“Fast is good. Fast makes me happy when it comes to you.”

Margaret dresses once again in her bra and see-through robe, her movements nimble and elegant. I’m dying to kiss her. Craving her mouth. Next time. Next time she will ask for my mouth by name and I’ll provide.