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Angel
Axe slidinto bed smelling like vanilla and something irresistibly musky. He’d probably just stepped out of the shower. He pressed his naked skin against her back and gripped her tight around the waist. She was trying to have a little self-restraint, but at the moment, her body betrayed her. Her back pressed against the sizzling heat of his ripped, muscular torso, and dammit, her hips rolled for more contact with his throbbing cock on her lower back.
“This is all mine, sweet thing,” he whispered into her ear, pushing her hair to the side. He bit down on the sensitive skin behind her ear, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her gasp from the sensation of pleasure and pain.
He ran a heavy hand down her stomach and came to rest on her upper thigh, seeming to intentionally avoid the one spot where she needed his touch. Exasperated, she started to wonder whether a night of submission was a good idea at all. She was already frustrated and nervous and vulnerable, and way too aroused to have any sort of control. Which she guessed was exactly the way he wanted it. The worst part was that the only thing she could think of doing right now was tasting every inch of his skin.
“You’re so tense,” he growled out.
“That’s only because—”
“Shhhh,” he whispered, cutting her off. “You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to. If you misbehave, I’ll have to punish you. Are you going to misbehave, Angel?”
She was tempted to ask him if that was a trick question. What kind of punishment could he possibly exact on her body that she hadn’t already dreamed up?
“Answer me,” he ordered.
“Yes, Axe,” she whimpered, then realized that was not what she had meant to say. “I mean no, Axe. No, I won’t misbehave.”
“I don’t know if I believe you, but we’ll see.”
Axe grabbed her by the arm, and with a tug, he turned her to face him. It was not painful, but he probably didn’t realize how strong he was. Or maybe he did. Either way, it got her attention. Weaving his fingers into her hair, he leaned and covered his mouth over hers for a rough scorcher of a soul-shaking kiss. He parted her lips, seeking out her tongue, clashing their teeth together as he explored her mouth. She heard herself groan out his name, and her body moved on its own. One of her legs had already slid up around his hips so her aching core could get some relief from his throbbing manhood.
Axe pulled from the kiss and glanced down at her leg, smiling. “You want to touch it, don’t you? And I’m betting you want to taste it too,” he said smugly.
She looked up at him. What point was there in lying? “Yes Axe,” she admitted, licking her lips.
“I know.”
He moved his hand over her bare breasts, groaning as his rough fingers circled the nipples and cupped her flesh. Her eyes closed on their own, but really, she wanted to slide down his body and finally get an up close and personal look—and taste—of what he was packing. Axe let go of her breasts and gripped her hair again, tipping her head up, searching her eyes. He rolled on his back and his thick, enormous cock sprang up. Her eyes went wide. How in the hell did that get inside of her?
“Go ahead, Angel. Touch it. Taste it. Do anything with your hands and your sexy, filthy little mouth, until I’m ready to bury it inside you.”
“Yes, Axe,” she said.
Getting on her knees between Axe’s legs, she studied it for a moment. No way was she walking straight tomorrow. She wrapped one hand around the shaft, and lowered her head licking the tip for a second. The groan he made seemed to echo from deep in his chest.
“Fuck,” he growled out, lifting his head to look down at her face.
Angel relaxed her jaw to take more of him in her mouth and without breaking from his gaze, lifted up and licked her way down and up the back of his thick, rock hard length.
“Yes,” he groaned, eyes darkening.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, taking more of his shaft in her mouth, all the while with her legs clenched together. Axe growled as she lowered down his length to deliver longer strokes. His hips began to buck, and his hand reached up to the back of her head, driving more of his thick tip down her throat. He let out a raspy groan, legs already shaking, but stopped her right there and dragged her up his body.
Without a word, he pressed a condom into her hand, eyes dark with lust.
Angel swallowed hard, already drenched and aching with anticipation. Ripping open the XXL condom wrapper, she took her time to roll it down his length. Axe sat up and gripped her waist, pulling her on top of him. He parted her legs so she was straddling him. One hand roamed back to her ass and the other inched up to cup her breasts.
“This is all mine,” he growled.
Letting out a shaky breath, Angel pressed her eyes shut and lifted her hips. She took him in her hand, positioning herself. She groaned as he began to stroke her sensitive bud. Her hips rocked into his fingers, neck arching up as he flicked the tender, throbbing spot.
“I know how much you want this, Angel,” he said, eyes full of intensity. “But I need to taste you again.”
With what seemed like no effort at all, he flipped her over on the bed and spread her legs, completely ignoring her pleas for him to take her right this second. Axe moved down the bed, slowly parting her thighs wider. Grabbing a pillow, he lifted her hips and slid it underneath. For a moment, he just sat like that. His eyes fixed on her face first, then slowly grazed down her body.
