Angel Falling (Falling #1)(41)

Her lips covered mine the second she pushed me against the door. I was bathed in the smell of vanilla and honey, good enough to eat. At this moment I was starved.

“Hank, I want you. Now.” Her lips singed mine they were so hot, slick and delicious. Our tongues tangled in deep strokes. The wine she was drinking earlier awakened my taste buds with hints of cherry, plum and my angel. She pulled away and her slippery little tongue licked a trail from my ear, down my neck, and back up again. Fuck, the woman knew how to twist me up into knots.

I shoved my hands into her hair, diamond pins flying everywhere, letting her hair fall in curling waves over the softest bare shoulders. “Christ! You’re perfect.” And she was. Every facet of her blew me away. The way her body arched toward mine as if she couldn’t control it. How her breasts heaved waiting for me to handle them. The absolute heaven between her thighs that wept for my touch. These things combined had me spinning with want and need.

Her nimble fingers pulled and plucked at my belt. I heard the telltale signs of my zipper going down in the all-too-quiet room. I slapped the switches near my hand. The fan whirred to life, helping to mask some of the sound. My angel was not a quiet woman in the sack. I ate up every sound she made, but I didn’t think the rest of the party would want to hear her—especially not her mother.


“Hank, I need you to f*ck me. Right here, right now.”

A low growl exited my throat as I pulled up her dress and she freed my cock. She was wearing those f*cking black stockings again. I slipped my fingers in the tiny scrap of fabric at her hips. They shredded against my onslaught in seconds.

She groaned as I tucked them into my pocket and walked her backward over to the sink. Her mouth hung onto my neck like a leech. When her ass butted against the counter, she lifted herself up on the edge. I would have loved nothing more than to pin her against the door and f*ck her, but my shoulder was not up to the task of holding her weight … yet.

Soon I’d be wall-banging her. With little finesse I yanked her thighs wide apart to accommodate my body between them. She was dripping wet. Soaked. Her juices coated my fingers.

As I slipped two fingers into her channel, her tongue trailed along the part of my chest she’d exposed. When she had undone the buttons of my shirt was lost on me. All I could focus on was her wet heat, her scent like warm honey on a summer’s day. She was so damned hot for me. Her lips down low coated my hand, ready to accept me.

“Oh, Angel, so eager for my cock.”

She nodded against my throat, teeth piercing my skin. I’m sure she’d just marked me. “Ah, f*ck!” I lined up my cock, pulled on her ass, and rammed into her in one hard thrust.

“Oh God!” I tried to drown out the sound by kissing her. She was too wild. “Harder, Hank. Please. Fuck me, hard.” She bit the tender cartilage of my ear and I pounded into her. My thrusts were relentless in rhythm; I had her begging and pleading to God. She held onto me so tight I wasn’t sure I could breathe, so caught up in all that was her.

The way her body smelled and tasted, the pull and clench of her * around my cock, the heated breath against my neck. The woman was my kryptonite.

When we were connected physically, she owned me body and soul. I couldn’t get close enough. Twisting my hips, I pinned her clit between us, grinding against her. Her inner walls clamped down like a fist around my cock, shooting pleasure through the thick staff between my thighs.

She was going over the edge. I wanted more. “More, Angel. Always more. Give me everything.”

I bit at her lips, pushed down the top of her strapless dress her bra with it and pinched her rosy nipples, tugging them into tight aching little points. She liked it a little rough. I sucked on her right breast and plunged my hand down between our bodies. It was intoxicating to feel myself pushing in and out of her wet heat.

I felt like I was ripping her apart. Hell, she was ripping me apart.

She bit into the tender flesh at my neck once more and I held back my own cry, trying my damndest to keep quiet, but it was too much. She was too much. I pounded ruthlessly into her body. She started making these little whimpering noises and I knew she was on the precipice of a monster orgasm.

Swirling my thumb on her hot little wad of nerves and biting down on her nipple had her arching and screaming out her release. I held my other hand over her mouth to muffle the sound as best I could. She bit my hand but I held on, pumping into her roughly, extending her pleasure and finding my own.

“I love f*cking you,” I whispered through clenched teeth.

A few more thrusts and I was coming into her hot tunnel. Her legs held tight around my waist pulling at my body. It was a good five minutes of taking huge gasping breaths before we both calmed.

“Jesus, Hank. You undo me,” she whispered, placing light kisses along my neck and face.

“Good. I want to be the only one who does. You got that?” I rubbed my softening dick against her. “Only me from now on.” I punctuated with a thrust and a deep kiss, f*cking her with my mouth as my lower half relaxed.

She kissed me and tugged on my body. “Keep that up, Angel, and I’ll be f*cking you again.” My dick was already getting hard within her. That’s how much this woman affected me. Once wasn’t nearly enough.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” She laughed and pushed me away. My cock slipped out of her along with a gush of our combined fluids.