Page 6 of From Angel to Rogue

My tongue tasted every bit of her sweetness and it made me realize how distant we’d actually grown, maybe knowingly or unknowingly.

“Lan,” she gasped, her fingers gripping my hair.

My hand curved along her ass and lifted her, and her feet roped around my back, but I never stopped kissing her. It felt good, too fucking good like I had my girl right where she was supposed to be. She tasted all mine and I never wanted to let go.

I didn’t know how, but somehow we ended up on the couch. Her on her back and me all over her. Her fingernails dug into my bare back as I breathed in her, exploring every depth of her beautiful mouth.

My hands crept to the hem of her tight navy T-shirt and tugged it off her. I needed to touch her, touch every inch of her,now.

“God, Lan,” she mewled, rocking her hips with mine.

I snapped open her bra, revealing her creamy bouncing breasts with delicious pink tips and I dove in, dragging my lips along her stiff peaks, and she moaned loud while I sucked her nipples and alternated with nipping her sweet spot with my teeth. Just the way she liked it.

She smelled sweet, like roses and bergamot, like my Katy.

“Lan, please, I want you,” she groaned.

My tongue took one last taste of her nipples before I crawled back to her beautiful pink lips. I just couldn’t get enough of her.

She looked beautiful like an ethereal angel, pinks dotting the apples of her cheeks, her warm golden strands framing her delicate face, and her eyes gleaming like pools of green pearls.

I loved every single thing about her. Every part of her was beautiful and in the back of my mind, it pained me to think she thought I’d see her any differently.

“Lan,” she breathed and her eyes softened as her fingers roamed over my face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, angel,” I whispered against her lips

In seconds, I knelt over her hips. I drew my shorts away and pulled her jeans and lace panties off her.

My cock throbbed, pulsing with tension as my fingers found the wet heat between her thighs.

She groaned when I found her slick folds dripping for me, so soft and bare and pink.

“This pretty pussy wants me, doesn’t it, angel?” I asked, plunging one long finger inside her tight pussy.

“God, Lan.” Her lashes fluttered.

“Answer me, angel.” I slowly dragged my finger out of her, till only the tip of my finger remained, and I added a second finger till they were deep inside her. Curling and stroking over and over again.

She screamed, her thighs shaking as she felt my fingers stretch and fuck her in a blurring, wet mess.

“Lan, pl…please. It... It’s too much,” she whined, but her eyes were lulled with pleasure. Her back arched as her hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them hard.

I reached over and took a nipple between my fingers and pinched and tugged hard, which only made her eyes glisten like the moon on a dark sultry night.

And right when I felt her pussy clench, burning like an inferno, right when she was just about to come, I quickly retrieved my fingers and slammed my cock inside her in one fast move.

Every inch of my thick hard throbbing cock. I was buried to the hilt, her clit digging into my bone, not a centimeter to spare between. And I started to fuck her, slamming into her in deep long strokes.

“Oh God, Lan,” she shouted, her entire body trembling as her heels dug into my back.

Katy loved sweet, soft lovemaking in bed.

She loved to make rules and restrictions about it.

She loved to fucking schedule it.

She loved to be decent about it.

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