Page 29 of His Relentless Angel

We’re both breathing heavily as her pussy grows wetter, her lower lips parting to nestle my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. She braces one hand on my chest to lift again and position my cockhead at her entrance.

She looks me straight in the eye expectantly, and I know what I’m supposed to say because I’ve replayed that moment over and over in my dreams for years. “Ride my dick, baby.”

Bailey moans when she takes my tip inside, her jaw dropping as if I’ve just made every one of her dreams come true. She tries to work herself up and down my length to take more of me, but she’s tight and sore. My angel winces as she bites her pink lip, trying not to whimper after only fitting a few inches.

“Slow down. It’s not a race.” I grip her hips to steady her.

“No. I need it now. Please, Isaiah. Help me.”

And fuck me, I’m once again a goner for her.

“Lean forward. Both hands on my chest.” I love how small and warm her hands are on my bare skin. I don’t want to go another day without her touching me just like this. “That’s it. My angel is so good at following my directions.”

She doesn’t make the same joke as before. “Yes,” she moans instead, lashes fluttering when I press a thumb to her clit, slowly rubbing circles over it. “I want to be good for you.”

“Take a deep breath and let it out.” She does so and drops an inch on my cock. “That’s it. Good girl. Keep doing that, and let your body relax. Let your pussy open for me.”

It’s like I’ve said the magic words, and she sinks another two inches, though she squirms at how uncomfortable the position is for her when she’s not used to being on top. She flexes her hips, which have to be aching with her knees spread wide around my sides. I massage her clit faster, and we both cry out when—unable to hold myself still any longer—I pump my hips up, filling her with the rest of me. Her ass claps against my thighs when I drop my hips, and I hold firm to her waist while I catch my breath.

“Lean back now, baby. Oh fuck, look at that.” She drops her gaze to where I’m staring at her lower belly, which is bulging slightly. I had no idea that shit was real, and here she is, her pussy and belly full of me.

Bailey palms her tummy and looks up at me with wide-eyed wonder. I’m pretty sure I’m giving her the same look.

“Tell me ‘happy birthday’,” she whispers.

“Happy birthday, Bailey,” I whisper back, unblinking as a tear trails down her cheek. Slow and steady, since I don’t want to hurt her, I lift her by her hips and drop her experimentally.

“Faster, love.”

“Fuck, I really can’t say no to you.”

“Good,” she growls, bracing her free hand on my chest while continuing to hold her tummy.

Lifting her slightly off my lap, I thrust up and down from below her, faster and faster, just as she demanded, until her eyes roll back and her arm gives out. Her chest crashes against mine. It’s even better in this position—ass up and head down—and I fuck up into her until she’s screaming out her orgasm, trying to force one out of me with her tightening inner walls.

“You’re going to make me cum, baby. Oh fuck, so hot and wet.” As soon as my first spurt of cum spills inside her, I grit out between teeth clenched with pleasure so good that it’s almost painful, “This is what you wished for, isn’t it? For me to make love to you and cum inside you?” My body shudders with another spurt.

She cries and twists her head to kiss my neck. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, love.”

“Take it, baby. It’s yours. Happy birthday.”

Chapter 14

Bailey

After nearly three weeks of shutting myself in my apartment to spend every minute with Isaiah, other than when I’m at work, someone knocks rapidly on my front door, yelling my name. I bang my inner hip on the corner of Isaiah’s computer desk next to my bedroom door after jumping off his dick and flinging myself out of bed. I make a pained wheeze, and Isaiah is at my side immediately, naked and turning me around to inspect the damage.

“Are you ok?” He drops to his knees and palms my outer thighs, pressing a kiss to soothe the injury. The hot look he gives me with his chiseled face so close to my pussy has me rubbing my thighs together. Then we both snap our heads to the side when there’s another round of pounding.

“Bailey!” Autumn yells. “I know you’re in there! Answer your damn phone!”

Isaiah shoves his glasses on and picks up our phones from the nightstand, tossing mine to me. “Shit, we forgot to charge our phones last night.”

I dress in the first thing I see, which is the rumpled graphic T-shirt with a quote from Dune that Isaiah wore for all of two seconds yesterday before I yanked it off him. He pulls on his lightweight black sweatpants as if he’s going to follow me to the front door.

I block the doorway. “You have to stay in here.”

“Why? It’s just Autumn. She already knows about us.”

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