Instead, I release her hair and graze my hand around to her front before finding her needy little bud and start circling it. She jolts, a strangled moan bursting free as her shock melts into raw need, and her body loosens around me again, surrendering in spite of her words.
“You can trust me, Angel,” I rumble, my voice scratchy as the hunger inside me takes over every fucking cell in my body. “I won’t hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t…” She trails off as I circle her rose with my finger. Teasing her. Coaxing her.
“Just a finger.” I pant. “My pinkie. Nothing too much. Nothing you can’t take.”
I apply more pressure to her clit, and her breathing quickens, her body caught between resistance and surrender. I keep thrusting inside her slick cunt, my cock already aching to unload, but I fucking hold it back.
Not yet. I want her to feel this. My finger in her arse while my cock stretches her. I want her to understand how good it can be if she lets me.
“Will it… hurt?” she pants, her moans making it hard for her to speak as she becomes more pliable under my fingers and around my cock.
“No, Angel. I swear, it will feel fucking amazing.”
She jostles forward a little as I pound into her, those caramel eyes flashing over her shoulder to meet mine. They are wide and uncertain, but brimming with heat, and fuck, it takes everything in me not to blow inside her.
Not yet, arsehole. Don’t come yet. Hold it the fuck in.
“Promise?” she pants, her voice huskier by the second, matching mine, and fuck if that isn’t the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“I fucking promise.” My voice is raw as I press my finger to her puckered rose, teasing her there, while my other hand circles her clitfaster, and her pussy gets slicker by the second. “All you have to do to make it stop is say orange or red. You know that.”
She nods. “Okay.”
That’s it. That’s all the invitation I fucking need.
Bringing my pinkie up to my mouth, I suck on it, coating it with my saliva before pressing it to her tight little hole.
“Here we go, Angel,” I pant, stilling my hips to slowly, carefully ease my digit inside.
“Oh!” she cries out, tensing, so I roll her clit harder, hoping I don’t fucking hurt her there, and finally, it’s like she gives herself permission to feel good, relaxing enough for my digit to slip into her arse, nice and deep.
I groan as her body clamps around my finger and cock, and I start thrusting again, working her from every angle at once.
It’s not the most glamorous position to be in, and fuck it’s hard to hold myself up as I thrust my cock, curl my pinkie, and circle her clit at the same time. But I’m fucking dedicated to the cause, summoning every bit of multitasking skills I’ve learned over my thirty-three fucking years. This woman’s pleasure is my fucking mission.
In a matter of seconds, my Angel cries out, tightening around me, her cunt slick as she explodes in a climax so hard and forceful that I have no control over my own, her body kneading my cock until I rupture with a guttural roar.
When the sound dies from my throat and I’ve spilled every last drop inside her, I slowly ease from her trembling body. First my pinkie and then my cock, holding myself over her so I don’t crush her small frame.
Staring down at her closed eyes, she’s panting, a slight grin kicking up one corner of her mouth, I wonder how the fuck someone like me got so lucky.
“Abs,” I rasp. “Look at me.”
Those big eyes blink open, staring up at me, and I bring my fingers to her cheeks, grazing them over her flushed skin.
“I love you more than life itself, Angel. I will move heaven and earth to get your baby back to you, and I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.”
Her eyes turn glassy, but she doesn’t shed any tears. She simply looks up at me with adoration. It’s right there. Without a single doubt.
She brings a hand up, pressing it to the side of my face, her fingers scratching through my beard, like she’s combing the hair.
“I love you too. My big beautifully savage monster.”
My lips kick up. “Angel, if there’s anyone beautifully savage around here, it’s you.”
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