Page 22 of His Relentless Angel

“Oh.” He doesn’t want me to pleasure him. Probably doesn’t even want me to touch—

“Stop. I can see your mind going into overdrive, thinking I don’t want you.”

“Can you blame me?” I ask softly.

He sighs, and I look away, drawing my knees up and together. I immediately snap my gaze back to his when he pushes my knees apart and leans down to kiss my lower belly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for it all.” He sits back up and unbuttons his top, gifting me with the gorgeous view of his muscular chest and lean abs. “I would take it all back if I could.”

“Really?” I can’t help but get my hopes up that what he’s saying is true. I want to ask him what he would do instead if he could change anything about the past, but I’m distracted when he shrugs his top off. “You’re so beautiful, Isaiah. I want to touch you.” I sit up and reach for him.

“Not yet.” He backs off the bed, and after pulling off his white sneakers and setting them to the side, he shoves his shorts down. I gasp when he pushes his white boxer briefs down next, revealing a cock so firm and thick that I’m not sure it will even be able to fit inside me. I must have only felt a fraction of him before.

He fists his throbbing shaft and works his hand up and down, his swollen tip glistening with what I think is pre-cum. “If you still want me and let me in your little pussy, then I promise I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be begging me for another round.”

“Even if it hurts, I’ll want it. Again and again and again. Forever,” I vow.

Isaiah crawls on top of me, seemingly so much larger than when we’re standing face to face. He braces an elbow beside my shoulder and kisses me tenderly, almost trembling. I close my eyes and imagine him kissing me like this every day for the rest of my life.

“I promise you now,” he says with utter conviction, “I won’t ever hurt you again.” Without breaking eye contact after I help him readjust his glasses, he pushes his dick down and presses the tip to my entrance. He hisses. “You’re so small, baby. Going to have to take this slow until you can fit me good and deep.”

I moan in anticipation, and when he finally pushes the tip inside, it doesn’t hurt, but it is uncomfortable. I tense my knees I’ve pulled up to his sides as I tighten my pussy like I’m trying to push him out.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers soothingly. “Take a deep breath and relax your pussy. Let me in.”

I nod and draw in the biggest breath I can.

“Oh yeah,” he moans as he pushes deeper. “Just like that. Keep going. Drop your knees to the mattress and let every bit of tension in your body go.”

I try to do as he says, circling his back with my hands, breathing in and out slowly, trying not to tense up again at the overwhelming fullness of having him inside me.

“Oh god, baby. I can feel you opening up for me. You’re doing so good, letting me inside you.” Isaiah groans when he rocks back and sinks deeper into me, looking at me as if I’m his whole world.

“Isaiah! Oh god, you…you…god, I love you. I love you.” I lift my head to press my lips to his, and he takes over, slipping his tongue in my mouth as he pushes his cock in further. I’m so overjoyed by his weight on top of me and his praise that I don’t even bat an eye when he quickly forces his way past the thin wall that Mom said would hurt the first time I had sex. Nothing about this experience hurts. It burns a little, maybe, as he stretches my pussy with every slow thrust, but there’s no pain. It’s bliss having the man I’ve always loved give himself to me.

“Almost there. You’re doing so good. Keep breathing. Can’t believe you can take so much of me the first time,” he says like he’s genuinely shocked.

“Of course, I can. We were meant to be, which means I was made for you. You see it now, too, don’t you?”

“Bailey.” He drops his jaw. I’m so thankful he turned the light on so I can see every bit of his rapturous expression. He might not have told me he loves me yet, but I can see it in his eyes. “Bailey, baby, yes. Made for me. Yes, yes!” With that, he sinks the rest of his cock inside, his hips pressed firmly to my inner thighs. “All this time, you knew it, and I refused to see it.”

“Yes!” I clutch him, dizzied by the enormity of this moment.

“Oh, Bailey. My Bailey.”

I smile through joyful tears as Isaiah finally accepts the truth. He kisses me, leaving no space for any more words as he increases his speed, making love to me faster and faster until I’m writhing below him, runaway desire and pressure building within me with more force than when he used his tongue on me.

I dig my fingers into the tops of his asscheeks as my hips jerk and my pussy tries to contract around him. He’s too big for me to do so, which is all the more pleasurable. Thank god I’m on a different floor from my family or else they would hear me when I orgasm and scream-moan, “Oh, oh god, yes, Isaiah!”

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Too good, baby. You feel too good. Fuck!” Isaiah’s rhythm slows, and in a flash, I have my ankles locked together behind his back.

“Don’t pull out,” I beg.

“I wasn’t going to. Take my cum, baby.” He drops his face into the crook of my neck, gently bites me, and moans long and low when he pushes as deep as he can and orgasms.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant breathlessly and stroke the length of his spine, allowing my fingers to drift lower each time until I can caress his firm ass, which makes him shiver with each pass. “Please, god,” I pray. Please let it work. I continue to silently pray for my next dream to come true now that the one I’ve been praying for all this time finally has.

Isaiah bucks when I try to roll my hips, and I tighten my legs around him when his arms start to shake from holding himself up.

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