Angel Falling (Falling #1)(54)

“Hank … ” her voice held so much need. A need only I could fill.

I shoved down my pajama bottoms as she lifted her dress up and off her body. My hands covered the supple round globes of her breasts, tugging the nipples into tight aching points. I laved one nipple, swirling my tongue around the surface. She moaned and arched her back, offering her breasts up as a gift. I worshipped each tender peak with my tongue, lips, and fingers.

“This real, Angel?” I continued my rant as I sucked and lavished her breasts until she was rotating her hips hard against my cock, wetting it with her pleasure.

“Fuck, Hank … ”

“Oh, I’m gonna f*ck you. I’m gonna f*ck you so hard you will never forget how real this is, Angel.” I lined up my cock with her entrance, gripped her ass cheeks in both hands, and slammed into her. She screamed, throwing her head back. I pulled out and did it again. “Is this real, me buried balls deep in your perfect *? This is—” Thrust. “So f*cking—” Thrust. “Real!”

She came hard against me, her cunt squeezing me in a viselike grip. Holding strong against my own desire, I tipped her back to lie fully on the desk. She arched with each aftershock, her beautiful pale body on display, ready for me to take her again. I pulled out of her and she groaned. I needed a taste.

“Hank, Hank … you … need.” She was barely able to speak through her panting.

“Oh Angel, I’m not done with you.”





Chapter 13



Hank’s hands were everywhere at once. Before I could even come down completely from the high, he had me spread out naked on my desk, legs splayed wide. He twirled his thick fingers into my sex, rubbing my clit with one hand while the other gripped my thigh. Sex had never been like this before Hank. It wasn’t just sex or f*cking, it was an experience. The man had incredible skills in the bedroom and he used every one of them on me.


I moaned and tried to reach for him as the pad of his thumb rubbed the tight knot of pleasure at the apex of my thighs. He whispered, “Feel real to you, Angel?”

Then he abruptly sat in my office chair, pulled my lower lips wide and dipped his tongue in for a taste. He moaned in approval. His tongue licked and nipped, as if my center were a ripe peach. My eyes rolled back and closed, the pleasure too much to bear. He held my thighs wide open as he feasted, f*cking me with his warm tongue. I could hear the wet suck and pull of his tongue and lips against my sex.

Before long he added a couple fingers, tipping them up perfectly to my G-spot. He hooked that delectable spot with his fingers and yanked, hard. I came instantly, pushing my hips against his face, riding his mouth. I could feel his smile against my *, then he wrapped those full lips over my clit and nibbled me into another mind-altering release.

I shoved and pushed at his face. “No more, I can’t. No more …”

He stood up, pulled my thighs to his huge cock and slowly entered me. The swollen tissue of my sex relented at his assault. So full. He reached deep, so far within me it was possible he was touching my very soul.

“You can handle more, Angel, and you will. Feel me within you. My cock pressing you open … ”

“So big, too much,” I barely spoke as he pulled out and slammed his cock to the hilt, crushing my clit in the process. Shocks of desire spiraled down my spine and out my fingertips. When we were joined my entire body hummed and tingled. I’d never felt more alive than when I was joined with this man.

“Never too much.” He groaned and rotated his hips. I gasped at the pleasure. “This … right here. This is real. You feel it now, Angel.” He punctuated his statement with a deep thrust that made my teeth rattle.

“Yes, I feel it … Oh, Hank, I feel it.” I screamed as he jackhammered me. He hooked my legs around his waist and pulled me up to him. Face-to-face, his lips devoured mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue entered and receded, simulating what our bodies were doing down below.

He sat down in the desk chair and his cock jutted higher into me, going impossibly deep. I could hardly breathe. He rubbed our noses together and kissed me softly. “Feel me, Angel?”

I nodded.

“This is real … don’t ever doubt that.” I nodded again. “Now ride me.” His voice cracked with the effort to speak. He was finally losing control. It made me hungry for him. Powerful.

I clasped my hands behind his neck and twisted my fingers in his dark hair. It was slick with sweat. I kissed him, tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth, then soothed it better with my tongue. “I’m sorry … there has never been anything more real in my life,” I whispered against his lips. “Only you.” I punctuated my words by lifting up, using the leverage of my feet and what strength I had left to slide up and down his length.

Then, I rode my man like I was an award-winning horse jockey. His hands held my hips and thrust up into me on the down stroke. His hips would tilt up, his body arching to me. It was the sexist damn thing I’d ever seen. We set a perfect rhythm until both of us were clawing at the other, nails puncturing in little crescents against moist skin as we screamed out our combined release.

“Only you,” Hank whispered into my ear as I lay in a heap on top of him, legs and arms dangling. A handful of orgasms would do that to any woman. His hands soothed up and down my back until I lost track of what was happening, too sated to do anything other than snooze against his warm, bare chest. His heart beat slowing provided the perfect music to lull me. He stood up with me still wrapped around him, our bodies forever connected. He exited the study. I was half-asleep, both of us completely naked as he headed toward our room.