Angel Falling (Falling #1)(29)
“Condom … we uh … ” his voice was shredded with desire and emotion. He was affected, too.
Something was happening and it was bigger than both of us. Call it fate, call it passion, even lust was too weak a word to describe this bone-crushing need to be closer, to be more. His hips bucked up toward my core, hitting the tender bundle of nerves throbbing for his attention. I cried out, tipping my head back with the joy of feeling him exactly where I wanted him most.
Resurfacing from the pleasure of grinding down against his cock, I managed to whisper between long, drawn-out pulls of his lips and tongue, “Pill. On it.”
“I’m clean. Never have relations without … but with you … Christ Angel, I’m dying to take you bare. Jesus, you’re killing me, here,” Hank growled and gnashed his teeth against mine.
I smiled against his lips. “Just had a physical … ” My tongue tangled with his. He chased my lips tugging on the bottom one as I tried to pull away to speak. The slight pinch of pain sent a jolt of pleasure between my legs. “I’m healthy. Take me, God, please. Now. I want you so much.”
Hank dragged his thick cock along the seam between my thighs, wetting his dick with my essence and teasing me in the process. I tunneled my hands in his hair as he toyed with my sex, bringing me to the pinnacle of lust. Without preamble, he positioned himself right at the center of my sex and slammed me down on his cock. I screamed out. Underused muscles ached with the pleasure and pain of our coupling.
“Fuck!” he roared.
He stilled to give me time to adjust. His length stretched me wide, more so than I’d ever been before. The pressure was exquisite, mind-bending, with just a hint of pain. It was huge buried within me. His breath tickled the hair around my neck as I leaned back and looked down to where we were joined. There were still two inches left of his thick stalk visible between us. My eyes widened in shock.
“Oh yes, Angel. There’s more for you. Now lift up, baby.” He smoothed a hand up my spine in a sweet caress as I lifted up, his cock sliding almost all the way out. The strong arm around my back cupped the crook of my shoulder for leverage, bringing us nose to nose. His eyes searched mine. I could see so much behind his gaze.
He swallowed, took a steadying breath, then kissed my face. Small little presses of his lips across every inch of skin until he landed on my lips, taking them in a searing mash of wet tissue. He pulled back, his gaze sliding over my naked body and between us.
“So pretty. Seeing you on my cock, trusting me with your body. Angel, there’s nothin’ better.”
His lips crushed mine as he surged up into me powerfully at the same moment he pulled down. He was everywhere all at once, splitting me in half in the most pleasurable way possible. The orgasm overtook me so fast I didn’t recognize the sound of my wail into his mouth, but my entire body lit and tingled everywhere. I’d lost time, but he was there holding me with one strong arm, keeping me there with him.
“That’s it, Darlin’. I love seeing you come apart. But we’re just getting started.” Those words sent shivers through me. Even my hair tingled with anticipation.
His hips retreated and then plowed into me, barreling that massive cock into my tight channel over and over, ruthlessly f*cking me. I was out of my mind, it blasted off into space and left me a needy, wanton hussy. I rode Hank like no tomorrow, aching for more pleasure, more of him. I wanted to be closer, needed to be. Mindful of his wounded shoulder, I squeezed my legs around and behind his body, bringing that glorious member of his deeper. He moaned and gritted his teeth.
Just when I thought I had his rhythm down, he’d throw in a twist of his hips and grind his pelvis against mine, crushing my clit in the process. Shock waves of pleasure ricocheted in every direction. He had me at the peak of orgasm again.
“Jesus, Angel. Your perfect little body makes me fall apart!” Hank whispered in my ear then bit down on the sensitive flesh just behind it. He lifted his knees and pressed my chest back, changing the angle. I braced myself on his muscular thighs, arching toward him teasingly. His hands tweaked and rolled my nipples into hard nubs. He used the new angle to his advantage, bringing his weaker hand down to my aching clit to rub it in juicy little circles.
I couldn’t speak, only feel the way he played my body like a well-tuned instrument. He overpowered my senses, controlled my body, and made me forget that anything else existed. Everything I had yielded to him, spinning willingly into his vortex of pleasure.
“Give it to me, Angel,” he gritted through his teeth. I caught his gaze. Hank’s eyes were intensely focused. His jaw was held tight, teeth clenched, sweat dusted his forehead and hairline as he hammered into me.
I tilted my hips back just as he took his thumb and forefinger and pinched my clit, pleasure and pain collided, and then he thrust his hefty cock into me. I saw stars, my orgasm shooting through every pore, overtaking me, escaping in a guttural cry. His mouth swallowed my scream as he pumped into me, roaring wildly, finding his own release. Deep flutters of warm liquid filled my womb, heating my lower half from the inside out.
“Angel,” he breathed into my mouth while the last of his essence spilled into me.
He rolled his hips salaciously, prolonging our pleasure to the last possible second. I was completely boneless, my body draped over his like a ragdoll, utterly spent and sated. His cock, once thick and rigid, had softened, throbbing and nestled safely within me.