Page 58 of His Relentless Angel

He presses the tip against my entrance. “You wanted me to sneak into your house on your birthday and do this?” He pushes the barest amount until the head of his cock pops inside me.

I moan and roll up onto my tiptoes, lowering my chest to the cold vanity, shivering under the blast of air when the A/C kicks on. “Yes. God, yes, Isaiah.”

He squeezes my right asscheek and pumps his tip in and out of my pussy. “I know that’s not what you want to call me right now.”

“P-Papi. Oh god, Papi.” I bounce on my toes, taking his cock deeper with the next pump of his hips.

He lightly slaps my ass. “Do you think I would have been able to stop?”

My brows bunch.

He urges me to stop bouncing in a soothing tone and to let him take charge, then pushes in further, filling me with half his cock before quickly withdrawing. “Do you think I would have been able to keep your virginity safe once I got my first feel of your sweet little pussy?”

“Oh, I, uh, I don’t know.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” He grips my hips, tilting them up for a better angle while I pant. “Take a deep breath, angel, and relax.”

It takes effort to slow my heart rate down and draw in the deepest breath I can.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for Papi.” Isaiah moans and works his shaft in and out part way. “If I had snuck into your house, bent you over the bathroom counter, and gotten the tip in, I think I would have lost control. Popped your little cherry.” He thrusts deeper, imitating the way he pushed through my virginity when he took it for real. “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from doing this.” Isaiah pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts home inside me.

I shudder beneath him, feeling him do the same from behind me, his cock swelling larger as he pauses to take his own deep breath.

“Fuck, baby. There’s no way I would have been able to stop, not when you feel this incredible on my dick. So tight and wet and made perfectly for me.” He braces one hand on the vanity next to my shoulder and covers my mouth with the other when I moan. “I would have started off slow, but the minute you moaned for me, I would have gone insane and done this.” Isaiah yanks his hips back, then surges inside me, the counter digging into my hips. He presses his palm flatter against my lips. “Would have had to cover your mouth so we wouldn’t wake your parents up.”

Faster, in and out he pumps his hips, burying himself to the root, the front of his thighs clapping against the backs of mine. He drops his weight on my back to snake his other hand around to find my clit and massage it. I’m a dripping, crying mess as he fucks me harder, praising me for being such a sweet little angel who can take the entire length of his cock.

As I barrel toward my orgasm, I can hardly process what he’s saying when he puts his lips to my ear to whisper in a throaty voice, “Do you think I would have been able to pull out?” He grunts when he slams home, his cock twitching as my pussy pulses around him. “If your little pussy had squeezed me this tight with your orgasm, do you think I could have pulled out and cum on your ass?”

I thrash beneath him when he pinches my clit and takes me over the edge.

Breathing hard as he fucks me faster through my orgasm, he grits out, “I don’t think so. I think you would have ended up like Shayla.”

I wrinkle my nose, rolling my eyes up in the mirror to look at him with a silent question—Why the hell are you bringing up my sister right now? And then my eyes blow wide with understanding—a teen mom. That’s what he’s saying.

“I’d have been in serious trouble because everyone would have known the baby growing in your little belly was mine. Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

I yank on his hand to pull it away from my mouth. “Pull out,” I hiss.

“I don’t think I can.” My hips crash against the counter with his next thrust.

“You have to.”

“Fuck! I can’t. You feel too good, B.”

“Cum in my ass.”

Isaiah pushes his glasses up his nose, and his eyes collide with mine in the mirror.

“In? Not on?”

I nod my head frantically.

“Oh fuck!” Isaiah yanks his cock out, grips my asscheeks to spread them, and spits between them. His eyes are locked on mine as he presses his wet tip against my backside, drops his mouth open, and forces the crown past my body’s resistance.

I clap my hand around my mouth at the intense stretch and burning sensation, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Never felt anything this hot and tense before.”

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