His Angel (12 page)

Bringing her hands from around his waist and up his chest, she explored his physique as she spoke. "Is that why Devon doesn't drink? I saw him only drinking tonic last night." Had the gala only been last night? It seemed like so much had happened between Ian and her since then.

"Yeah." He pulled her hips into his rubbing his erection against her. "But I really don't want to talk about Devon or anyone else but you right now. We have some unfinished business to take care of, little one."

Feeling wicked, she licked her lips, slow and seductive, and he groaned at the sight as she walked her fingers up his chest. "What about Jenn?"

Bending forward, he nuzzled her neck. "She'll be busy with her term paper and my bedroom is far enough away she won't hear a thing as long as we keep our voices and your screams down to a whisper."

"Sorry," she mumbled as she blushed.

He took her hand and led her down the hallway past Jenn's closed door. "Don't be. I love how vocal you are. I just don't want my niece to know it and I'm sure she doesn't either. And don't worry because she always uses her headphones and listens to her IPod while doing schoolwork." After closing and locking his bedroom door behind them, he pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her. It didn't start off as explosive as their earlier one did but it wasn't long until they were back up to that level. They spent several minutes consuming each other before Ian eased back and released her. He walked over to a small sitting area next to a gas fireplace on the far side of his bed and sat on a blue and green striped upholstered chair. He picked up a remote and soft jazz music filled the air. "Strip for me, Angel. Nice and slow. Tease me. Do you remember what your safe-word is?"

Damn, he made her hotter than lava when he spoke to her in that deep, commanding voice. "My safe-word is red, Sir."

She loved to dance and swinging her hips to the music came naturally. She proceeded to give Ian the best strip-tease and lap dance of his life. It didn't take long for her to shed her tee and sweats but then she slowed down. Trailing her hands up and down her body sensually, she played with her breasts and clit through the fabric of her underwear until Ian had to undo his pants to get some much needed room for his straining erection. She was shocked and thrilled to see he'd gone commando and she moaned, knowing his hard shaft had been one zip away from her touch most of the day. The dark purple head was weeping and she looked forward to tasting him, but not yet. She wasn't done teasing him.

Turning around she bent over and reached back to spread her ass cheeks, smiling and wriggling her hips when he growled. "Fuck, Angel. Someday soon I'm going to take your sweet ass and fuck it hard and fast. And I promise you, you'll love every minute of it."

Her pussy quivered at the thought of him fucking her there, a place where no other man had been. Standing back up, she remained facing away from him as she reached back and unhooked her bra. Holding the front in place, she lowered the straps, inch by inch, until her arms were free. She took the lacy piece and threw it over her head in his direction. When she saw he caught it, she began to shimmy her hips and lowered her thong, drawing out the process as long as she could. She then stepped out of them, turned around and threw them at him as well. This time when he snatched the garment, he brought it to his face, inhaling deeply. His blue eyes flared and darkened with heated desire. "Damn, sweetheart. I wish I could bottle your scent and carry it with me everywhere. Run your fingers through your pussy and taste yourself. I want you to taste what I do when I eat you."

Holy crap!
She'd never tasted herself before, but even though she blushed, the demand didn't turn her off. In fact, she felt her reaction to it gush from between her legs as if her body was giving her plenty to sample. Leisurely she ran her flattened hand down her abdomen while her fingers stretched downward, leading the way. They brushed over her clit and into her saturated folds. After gathering her moisture she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked each finger one by one moaning at the spiciness when it hit her tongue.

Ian crooked a finger at her. "Come here, baby and do it again. It's my turn for a taste."

She sashayed several steps forward and stopped with her legs straddling his knees. Repeating the process of collecting her cream, she brought her hand up and held it a few inches from his mouth, making him reach for her. Grabbing her wrist, he opened his lips took two of her fingers and sucked them clean before moving to the next two and, at last, her thumb, which he nibbled on. The sounds of his slurping and satisfied humming made her want to put other things in his mouth, mainly her tits and clit.

"On your knees, Angel. I want you to suck me."

Oh, thank fuck!
She loved giving head and was dying to taste his pre-cum which was seeping from the tip. She knelt before him and crawled forward between his knees when he parted them. He still had his cargo pants and shirt on, and this time she felt wicked that he was dressed and she was naked. When she reached for his cock, he stopped her. "Your mouth only, sweetheart. Hands behind your back, like when you were a kid, bobbing for apples."

Smirking, she licked her lips and did as she was told. Using his thumb and forefinger, he positioned his dick so it was pointing at the ceiling. With his other hand, he grabbed a handful of the hair at the top of her head and guided her mouth to take in his tip. She swiped her tongue across the head and tasted him. He was delicious and she did it again before he slowly began to impale her mouth with his shaft. Shifting his hips forward, so she could take more of him in, he set the slow pace he wanted her to use as her head bobbed up and down. He eased the grip of his hand in her hair then pushed away the loose strands which had fallen around her face and tucked them behind her ears so he could see her mouth better.

Reaching down, he played with her nipples as she worked him in an out of her mouth. He pinched, pulled and rolled her stiff little peaks, and when she purred, she knew he felt it down the length of his cock and into his balls. Using her tongue, she licked him like an ice cream cone on every up stroke, teasing the v-shaped notch on the underside of his cock, and it was his turn to hum with satisfaction.

Ian’s eyes rolled back into his head. "Fuck, Angel. The only thing better than how this feels is how you look taking my cock between your plump red lips. Suck me, baby, as hard as you...aaahhhh, fuck! Shit! Do it again." He began to breathe heavily, his hips jerking upwards and she took him so far back into her mouth that he hit her throat.
Fuck!
She either had no gag reflex or had exceptional control.

When she swallowed, her throat closed around him and he saw stars while moaning in ecstasy. He was going to have to stop her soon because he wanted to be in her pussy when he came inside her body for the first time but it felt too good to stop her yet. "Holy shit, baby. I want to thank, then kill the bastard who taught you how to give a blow job, cause you're so fucking good at it. But I don't want to imagine you doing this to anyone else but me."

He couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her hair again, he pulled her off him but she managed to take one last swipe of his head with her tongue, the little brat. Giving her a hand, he helped her stand. As she licked her swollen lips, he told her, "Climb up on my bed and get on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind. You were teasing me with your hot little ass earlier in the lobby, and now I'm going to spank it before I fuck you. There are consequences for teasing a Dom when you haven't been told to do so."

Angie all but dove onto the bed. She needed him inside her and wasn't ashamed to admit she longed for the roughness he was offering her. She'd always wanted to be spanked but the one boyfriend who'd agree to do it hadn't been too into it and the experience left her wanting much more than she had gotten. Two of her other boyfriends had looked at her as if she were crazy when she told them what she wanted so she stopped asking for it. But she had a feeling Ian was going to give her, not only what she wanted, but what she craved.

After she was in position, she looked over her shoulder at him. He was standing beside the bed looking at her ass while he removed his clothes. "Eye's forward."

She snapped her head back around and heard him open a drawer of the nightstand then the sound of condom wrapper being opened. The bed dipped as he climbed up behind her and she was startled when he began caressing and squeezing the globes of her ass instead of spanking her right away. "Beautiful, Angel. You've got the prettiest ass I've ever seen. And it's going to look even prettier when I turn it a nice shade of pink."

She wasn't prepared for the first smack and even though he hadn't hit her too hard, she still let out a yelp and instinctively tried to move forward. Ian grabbed her hips and held her in place. "Going somewhere, sweetheart?"

Damn him.
He sounded amused and she rolled her eyes, grateful he couldn't see her face. "No, Sir. I just didn't expect it."

"Well, now you will. Remember, Jenn is down the hall, so no yelling."

She was glad he reminded her about his niece because Angie had forgotten about the younger woman. It must've been why he'd raised the volume of the music a little before he'd joined her on the bed because it would muffle the sound of his hand hitting her bare flesh. His other hand lifted and smacked her other cheek. This one was a little harder than the first, but she stayed in position and bit back her squeal. By the time he gave her the third, fourth and fifth spanks her ass was starting to feel like it was on fire. He hadn't struck the same spot twice, spreading them out across her cheeks and upper thighs. And instead of trying to get away, she was bowing her back and pushing her hips higher, giving him better access. Was it wrong to enjoy the pain to the point she was soaking wet and ready to beg him to fuck her? He stopped after the eighth one and held his hand atop the flesh he'd just smack, keeping the heat in and she moaned. "Are you okay, Angel? Give me a color-green, yellow or red?"

"Green...Sir." Her breathing had increased after the third or fourth spank and now she was outright panting. "Oh, God...so green."

"Really?" She could hear the smile in his voice. "Why don't I feel for myself, hmm?" Before she could respond, his hand slid down between her legs. "Mmmm. So nice and wet. But no cumming without permission."

He removed his exploring fingers and she heard him clean his fingers with his mouth. She felt him move closer to her and rub the head of his cock through her drenched folds before shoving it deep into her pussy in one swift motion, groaning as he did so.

Holy crap, he was big!
She felt so full as he held himself inside her, waiting for her body to adjust to his size. She had to hold back the urge to beg him to move and prayed he wouldn't make her wait too long before giving her permission to cum because she was on the edge of the precipice.

He dragged his shaft back out as her greedy pussy clenched, attempting to keep him in. He stopped with the head just inside her and she pushed her hips back trying to get him to go deep again. His hand smacked her right butt cheek and she gasped. "You don't set the pace, sweetheart. I do. And right now, I'm savoring the feel of you around me, so stay still."

"Y-yes, Sir. S-sorry, but you feel so good."

Ian eased back inside her until he was buried to the hilt and repeated the cycle, complete with a hard spank on her ass, several more times. "Damn, Angel. You feel incredible. So hot and tight. I don't think I'm going to last very long." It might end up being quicker than he wanted, but he'd make sure it was good for her before he found his own release. The drag of her walls against his cock felt so good, it was absolutely sinful. Grabbing her hips, he couldn't help speeding up, setting an almost frantic rhythm as he pounded into her from behind. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh filled the room as his hips bounced off her luscious backside.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum. Please Ian!" Although her words were pleading whispers, he could still hear her desperation.

"Not yet, Angel. Almost." After a few more thrusts, when he felt the tingling in his spine shoot into his balls, he knew he had to send her over. Reaching around her hip, he located her clit and pinched it. "Now!"

That one word and pinch were all she needed as she shattered around him. Her cries of release were muffled as she yelled into the comforter and she milked the seed from his body. She tightened around him and he saw black spots before his eyes. He kept pumping his hips, trying to extend both of their orgasms for as long as possible, until her entire body finally sagged to the bed. He fell forward onto his forearms with one on either side of her head. With his chest to her back, he managed to keep some of his weight off her. They were both gasping for air, their bodies covered in sweat and as much as it killed him to do so, Ian eased out of her.

When he was sure he could stand without collapsing, he caressed her back and ass as he crawled off the bed. "Stay there, sweetheart. I'll be right back."

He smiled at her mumbled reply as she straightened her knees and laid flat on her stomach. Discarding his condom in the bathroom, he reached into the shower and turned on the water to let it warm up. He moved back to the bedside and looked down at her satiated body, not surprised when he started getting hard again at the sight of her. He couldn't get enough of his little angel. After grabbing another condom, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and hauled her toward him. When she grumbled a weak protest, he smacked her pink ass and got her attention.