Page 27 of His Relentless Angel

“You’re the worst,” I say, crossing my arms.

“And the best.” She yanks me into a side-hug and says, “I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah? Because Mom isn’t. And I’m pretty sure Dad is going to kill me or Isaiah or both when we tell him about us.”

“Yeah, he definitely will. Double funeral.”

“Geez, thanks, sis.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Once we get back into town, Dad drives to my apartment to drop me off first. Mom gives me a pointed look and mouths, “One month.”

I race through my apartment, haphazardly hanging up the dresses I had pulled out and ultimately decided not to bring with me, shoving them into my closet. I’ve only just finished changing the bedsheets less than an hour after getting home when there’s a knock on my door.

As soon as I open it, Isaiah pushes his way through with several rolling suitcases and picks me up with his hands under my ass. “An hour was too long without you, baby.”

Chapter 13

Isaiah

I kick the door closed behind me and carry my Bailey to her bedroom just past her emerald green velvet couch and a gold industrial floor lamp on the left next to an antique corner display cabinet repurposed to hold overflowing baskets of fabric and books on sewing and designing. Unlike my bare bones and boring furniture, I knew her apartment would be as colorful and well-designed as her outfits.

She circles her arms over my shoulders, writhing against me, and asks with her lips pressed to mine, “How did you know where I live?”

“I know everything about you, baby.” I drop her in the middle of her queen-sized bed on top of her bright orange bed sheets. “You obsessive little thing. Are these the same sheets as mine?”

“Of course they are.”

I grin and carefully pull off my shoes, then yank my white undershirt off—the first thing I pulled out of my dresser when I got home before stuffing the rest of my clothing in my suitcases. I’m not as gentle as I should be when I yank Bailey’s leggings off, moaning when I see she isn’t wearing any panties, then pull her sweatshirt off over her head.

“An hour was too long without you,” I repeat before shoving my red sweatpants down, laying flat on my belly, and burying my face in her tender pussy.

“Oh god, Isaiah!”

Thank fucking god Bailey has her own apartment. There’s no way we’d be able to conceal her moans and screams of my name as I suck on her clit and press a finger inside her heat. I take my time bringing her to an orgasm that has her jerking erratically, begging for more. She floods my mouth with her release, and I groan, humping the bed as I lick it all up.

“I know you’re sore, baby,” I say, sitting up on my knees and stroking my cock. It won’t take me long to cum after driving home with a raging erection, ready to see my angel and get my mouth on her pussy.

Bailey pants hard, trying to catch her breath, with her eyes zeroed in on my cock. “What are you doing?”

“Need to cum.” I drop my head back on my shoulders and pump up into my fist. “Gonna cum all over your little belly.” My abs clench, and my balls draw up tight when the bed shifts, and I feel her tongue lick across the sensitive head of my cock. “Fuck, Bailey, yes!”

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life—Bailey, naked and on her knees, bent over to fist my cock and suck the sensitive head inside her small mouth. “Fuck, baby, just like that. Suck my dick. Fuck!”

I slip my fingers into her silky hair underneath her orange scrunchie, and though I know I need to be gentle with her since she’s never given a blow job before and I’m bigger than the average man, I can’t hold myself back. I pump up into her hot, waiting mouth while pressing down on the back of her head. She chokes when I press too far, and I immediately back off. She doesn’t let go, though, and tries to suck more of me inside her.

“Wait, wait, wait, baby. Need to take this slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”

She rolls her eyes up to meet mine, and I almost cum right then and there. Her lips are already swollen, and I change my mind. This is the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Tell me what to do, love.”

“Fuck, you’re so unbelievably sexy.” She tongues the slit at the top of my cock, licking away a bead of pre-cum, and my whole body shivers. “Grab the base and squeeze your hand on the way up, then dip your tongue in the slit again. Oh, fuck me, baby, just like that.” I can’t stop shivering as she does it over and over again. She doesn’t try to suck my cock into her mouth again, yet it’s more pleasurable than any blow job I’ve had before. “You’re so good at taking directions, aren’t you? Such a good little angel.”

“Only for you…now,” she says with her lips against my cock, and I can’t help but laugh.

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