Page 42 of Wrapped in Hope
Anything, angel, I want to say. But I don’t. I can’t help but to see her angelic features. So sweet and innocent, something I want to dirty up.
“It’s no problem,” I say as I stand.
She jumps up and throws her arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. “Thank you, Holden.”
God my name coming from those lips sounds sexy as fuck. I’d love to hear her scream it while I’m pounding into her.
Her tits press against my chest as I get a whiff of her lavender shampoo and I lose my mind.
“No problem.” I pull away quickly and open the door so she can step out. I need to get away from her. My body is reacting in a way it never should. I’ll push her out if I must.
* * *
Seeing how angry I am,her face is laced with fear. “I know I shouldn’t have come here, but — ”
I don’t give her time to finish. I grab her and pull her inside, closing the door while moving my mouth to hers. After that memory, I can’t stop myself. I know I shouldn’t, but fuck, I need her. I need her to make me forget the shit I’ve been dealing with for the past two days. I need her to make me remember how she makes me feel. I just fucking need her. She’s the only one who even comes close to understanding me right now.
She doesn’t fight me even though she should. She just wraps her arms and legs around me and kisses me like she knows I need it to breathe, to live just one more second.
With my lips on hers, I can finally breathe the air I’ve been gasping for. Somehow, she’s become my lifeline. She’s the only thing keeping me going.
Her hands pull at my shirt until she has it stripped off of me. She pushes against my chest until I put her on her feet. Without removing her mouth from mine, she pushes me back until I fall into the recliner.
With our eyes locked, she falls to her knees. Her hands work on freeing me from my jeans, and as badly as I want to stop her, I can’t. I’m fucking weak when it comes to her. She has this look in her eyes that drives me fucking crazy. When I look at her and see into her tortured soul, I’m lost. She could ask me for anything and I’d go to the moon and back just to deliver.
In a teasing way, she licks her lips with a smirk. I see her eyes flash down to my cock in her slender hand as she pumps me up and down.
“I’m no good for you, Hope,” I whisper as she lowers her mouth to my tip. I suck in a hissing breath. “I’ll only end up hurting you too.” Her tongue swirls around me and it takes everything I have not to lift my hips so more of me is in her mouth.
“Please listen to me. You need to stay away from me,” I try again. But every time I try to talk her out of being with me, she takes me further into her mouth, silencing me. Her lips look better than I imagined wrapped around my dick. Finally, I give in. I can’t fight against her when she isn’t playing fair.
I lean my head back against the chair and watch her. Using my right hand, I pull her hair away from her face so I can get a better view. Her eyes pop open and they lock on mine. She looks like a dirty little angel sucking my throbbing dick. Just watching her is making me want to explode. But I can’t have that yet.
I touch the side of her face and she pauses long enough for me to pull away from her. She looks at me confused. “What’s the matter?”
I don’t answer her. Instead, I pick her up and walk into the kitchen while pushing her jean skirt up over her hips. I place her gently on the table and fall to my knees. “I have to know if you taste as sweet as I think you do.” I pull her panties down her legs, and the moment I run my tongue between her folds, she lets out a loud moan. Her fingers curl around the edge of the table as I flick my tongue against her. “Sweeter than candy. So much better than I imagined.”
I use my tongue to spread her wetness before I pull away to see her glistening pussy that’s blushing for me. I run my tongue down her center one last time before standing between her parted legs. “What am I going to do with you, Hope?” I push into her, causing her to call out.
She feels like heaven around me. Better than heaven. She’s my salvation, my reason to live, the only thing that’s keeping me from fucking breaking at this point. If I hadn’t found her when I did, there’s no way I would be okay right now with the recent turn of events.
I know I shouldn’t allow myself to take more from her, but I’m a desperate man. Desperate only for her. She’s changed me, and in this moment, I don’t give a fuck what I have to give up to keep her.
She’s mine.
This hold she has on me is too strong to fight against. I know nobody will understand it. Hell, I don’t even understand it, but I sure as hell can feel it. She consumes my soul and sets my heart on fire anytime she crosses my mind. She’s burrowed deep into my heart, and it hasn’t beat in so long. It’s just been sitting unused in my chest for years now, turning my blood to a thick ooze. But somehow, she got it started again, after all these years of rot and decay. She’s the reason it pumps the black sludge through me once again.
I pick her up and press her against the wall, holding her by the hips so I can continue to move inside her. I can feel her convulsing around my dick as she moans and whimpers, begging for more of me like she can’t get enough. It only makes me want her more. These dirty sounds coming from her beautiful mouth rip away what decency I have left. I’m nothing but a monster that won’t stop until I’ve ravaged her entirely.
She calls out for me loudly before digging her nails into my shoulder and shattering around me. I love to watch her come for me. It’s a turn on all in itself.
With her milking me for every drop I’m worth, I can feel my own release building, but I’m not ready to let it go. I want — no, I need so much more of her. My fallen angel has become a powerful addiction for me. I’ll never be as high as I am when I’m buried deep inside her.
She feels too good to hold off any longer, I explode into her with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had as her name falls from my lips.
I relax against her, waiting for my heart and breathing to calm down. She’s holding me tight against her like I’m her savior, little does she know I’m the devil himself for ever fucking allowing myself to touch her.
When we’ve both regained our composure, I place her on her feet and tuck myself back into my jeans. I turn around to see her smoothing her skirt back into place.