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  Her eyes flutter as she leans forward, her knees brushing against mine. “I’m hoping for you to keep me company all night. If that’s something you can manage, I say we get out of here. If not, I’ll understand and be on my way.”

  On her way? As in, she would walk out of this bar alone? Ditch her mission? Part of me wants nothing to do with just being her company. The big guy down below and I have rules. This one seems different. She deserves more than that type of company. But if I don’t say yes, what will she do? I can’t let her down. She looks so…lonely.

  Nice excuse, asshole.

  “So, what’s it going to be? I’ve had a long day and have an even longer one tomorrow.”

  “Lead the way, Angel.” Someone seriously kick my ass after this.

  She reaches around, digs in her purse, tosses a few bucks on the bar, and stands, putting the purse strap over her shoulder. I throw another twenty on the bar and, like a dog obeying his master, follow her out of the bar. We’re both quiet as we walk through the parking lot to a red Volkswagen Beetle. “I’m staying just a few blocks up at the Sheraton…unless you’re not into this.”

  For the first time since our strange encounter, she appears nervous. I need my flirtatious charm to kick in and smooth things over so she doesn’t back out. Her car keys jitter in her hand as she waits for my response.

  I eliminate the few feet separating us and do what I do best: finesse my way into her personal space, leaving her no option but to press back against her car. Leaning into her, I grant myself the feel of her lush body against mine. She shivers the moment we make contact, and I love every second of it. I dip my head. Our lips are close, only a breath away, but I don’t go in for the kill. I wait it out, curious if she’ll accept my advance or turn away. An unfamiliar emotion swarms inside my chest at the thought of her denying me. I’ve been rejected plenty, but not by someone like her.

  “Seriously, I’m in. For whatever. I told you, if you just want to talk, that’s fine too.” Someone cut my balls off right the fuck now! I don’t do sweet, innocent talking. Why am I so damn insistent on it? I need to cut it out. No talking! Unless it’s the dirty kind. Filthy! I should kiss her. Hard and stern, so she knows I mean business. I’m all man and ready to keep every single finger-licking part of her body company tonight.

  “Why do you keep asking that? Do you just want to talk? I didn’t peg you as…you’re not, like, a virgin or something, are you?”

  Never in my life—ever—has someone mistaken me as inexperienced. I’m a stallion. Highly rated by all females—even those who’d like to see me dead. Virgin? Oh, screw this—

  A sexy little squeal falls from her pretty pink lips as I throw my hand around her neck and crush my lips against hers. I wondered what her lips would taste like. Cherries. And what they would feel like. Goddamn heaven. Her warm flesh under my palm is as smooth as silk. I press harder into her, breaching her soft lips, getting a full taste of her against my tongue. She’s slow to react, probably shocked by my bold move. Good. She needs to know who’s in charge here. I motherfuckin’ am.

  My confidence returns as a purring melody spills from her mouth, her moan just as enticing as her plump lips. My hips brush against her, just light enough for her navel to graze my hard-on. Her small hand grabs my shirt, gripping it for dear life. I reach behind her, cup her ass cheeks, and raise her up against her car. I deepen our kiss, not leaving a single inch of her mouth untouched.

  By the time I pull back, I almost expect the sun to be up. God, I could suffocate on her. When I drop her feet back to the ground, her eyes are still closed, allowing me to get a good look at her. The streetlight shines in the distance, illuminating her flushed cheeks and pink lips, now swollen from our incredible kiss. Shit, I want to go back for more. Nibble on her bottom lip. I bask in the beauty of her cute little nose, the lining of her neck, the dip in her tank top revealing what’s in store. Damn, what I wouldn't give to get a peepshow of this every day.

  “Still trying to decide if I’m the devil?”

  I bring my eyes up to meet hers. Silvery orbs peer back at me, and I get lost in the beauty of her uniqueness. Never have I met a girl with such mysterious eyes.

  “No. I’m realizing you may be an angel.”

  Her lips curve into a sexy smile. I raise my hand to her chin, grazing up the side of her cheek with my knuckles. “What’s it gonna be, Angel?” That little taste isn’t nearly enough. I need to get her naked and feast on the full meal. A slight shiver rolls through her. She masks her nerves with a smile that threatens to take me out by my knees and have my big buddy below burst through my favorite pair of jeans.

  “Prefer less talking and more company. You good with that?”

  This chick. “Completely.”

  “Then let’s go have some fun.”

  I’m as quiet as a mouse, obeying her strict orders of no talking while we make the short drive to her hotel and even shorter walk up to her room. The second the door is unlocked, she’s on me. Her boldness startles me, but I’m totally down. I kick the door shut as my hands cup her tight ass and bring her little frame against me. And damn, let me be the first to admit there’s no better feeling than having this tiny woman wrapped around me.

  Unlike our last kiss, she takes the lead on this one. I walk us farther into her hotel room, savoring her smell: cherries and vanilla and all things that spike my appetite. She’s frantic, pressing her lips firmly against mine. The sensitive side of me that's been out of commission for a while wants to tell her to slow down because I want to enjoy this. But my dick tells me to keep this movin’.

  My growl of approval matches hers when her tongue connects with mine. I snap, losing focus on who’s really in control. Her hands linger in my hairline, pulling at the base of my scalp. I throw us onto the bed, grinding into her. She shows no mercy, tugging so hard, I think she pulls out a chunk of my hair.

  I do love an aggressive girl, but this one’s different. There’s desperation in her force. She needs something from me, and damn straight, I’m going to give it to her. I tear my lips from hers, leaning up and stealing a glance before doing what I’ve been dying to do since we met. I reach for her tank top and slide it up her stomach, her porcelain skin now on display.

  Goosebumps sprout in my wake. I bend down, pressing my warm lips right above her belly button. Just like every other part of her, she tastes divine. My tongue skates up her firm belly until I’m gifted with her tits. My hands stop and admire what God gave her, squeezing them in my hands. Her back is off the mattress the second I pinch her tiny nipples through her lace bra. Freeing one of her breasts, I cover her nipple with my mouth.

  “Jesus,” she moans, taking out more of my hair.

  “Not Jesus, but I’ll take the compliment.” I smile against her nipple and bite down. Another arch of her taut little body. I can’t help but tighten my hold as she pebbles in my mouth. Goddamn, put a fork in me—I’m done. I can die happy. But what fun would that be? Releasing her, I offer the same attention to her other breast, loving the way she bucks under me, which gives me a high like no other. I ache for another hit. She’s about to turn me into an addict. I release her from my mouth with a pop and continue my happy journey of removing her top. When it’s gone and tossed to the floor, my view is glorified perfection. Hot pink is definitely my new favorite color. Bright lace covers her breasts, leaving the enticing appeal of pale flesh and pink nipples.

  “You sure are a sight for sore eyes,” I praise, my hands brushing up her sides. My mouth waters at the thought of my lips around her entire breast, licking up her neck and kissing her deeply. I’m so needy, so desperate, I can’t sort out which to attack first. “Fuck it,” I say out loud, bending forward and taking her mouth. Her sweet moan is like dessert before dinner. I kiss her hard, demanding more contact, appreciating how responsive she is when she kisses me back.

  I should slow down, make this last. This night hasn’t even started, and I never want it to end. Her hips push off the bed, rubbing against my hard-on. I almost bite her tongue as I groan out. So much for going slow. I inch back, grinding against her. The connection almost blinds me as I repeat the action, sending us both into a whirlwind of bliss. This is some high school, dry-humping stuff, but holy shit, it’s the best dry-humping I’ve ever had.

  I force myself to pull away, regretting it before my lips even leave hers.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  Nothing. Everything. I don’t even know this chick’s name and she’s about to bring me to my knees. Every single thing I’ve learned and mastered over the years has gone out the window. I feel like a teenager trying not to prematurely ejaculate in my pants before I can get either of ours off.

  “Absolutely nothing. Just thought this would be a bit more fun if we didn’t have clothes between us.” I wink at her, thanking myself for pulling it together. Nerves return, flooding her face, and I debate pulling back. Clothes are fine. I’ve never minded a nice, dry…

  Before I finish my thought, she presses off the mattress. I throw my leg off the side so I’m no longer on top of her. Before I can assess her next move, her bra is unhooked and falling to the ground. She pauses, waiting for me to take the lead. I’m frozen, unable to pull my eyes away from her perky tits. Her hands are stalled at her jeans. I snap out of it, kicking into overdrive. I tear at my own jeans, my eyes never leaving hers. My pants get stuck at my ankle, and I tug hard, losing my balance. She tries to reach for me as I fall backwards right off the bed.

  “Oh my God, are you okay?” She leans over as I pop up, still working on my damn jeans.

  “Perfect.” There! Off they go. I bring my focus back to her and notice she’s already naked. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I wipe my hands down my face, needing to wake up. She truly is an angel. S
he’s on her knees, her back slightly arched, like my very own submissive. Her small hands rest on her creamy thighs, giving me a glimpse between them. Smooth, shaved, mine…

  I mentally smack myself out of whatever haze I’m lost in and make a move. One foot in front of the other, I climb back on the bed, her eyes dipping down to my waist. They go wide, and I smirk. He is my best asset. I reach out for her, but she jolts back, grabbing my hands before I touch her.

  “Wait. Before we…let me…” The bedsheets are in a knot under her tight grip.

  I remain still, worried she wants to pull the plug on this. Maybe I should be the one to. She bites at the inside of her cheek, her knuckles turning white. Maybe this isn’t what she—

  I almost lose my balance when she jumps off the bed. My first thought is she’s on the run. I twist to get a better look as she rounds the corner, positioning herself at the end of the bed. My eyebrows dip, trying to figure out what she’s doing, when two hands thrust forward, throwing me against the mattress.

  “What the—?”

  She climbs on top of me, her legs straddling mine. As I lift my head, I watch hers bend forward. “Oh, Jesus,” I moan, almost swallowing my tongue as she wraps her mouth around my dick. From uncertain to a bold little firecracker, she takes my cock in, sliding her tongue down my shaft and pulling back.

  “Fuck.” My head falls back, eyes rolling as she wets the tip of my cock, her tongue doing a little dance before taking me fully. My body jolts as my dick hits the back of her throat. Her hands tighten at the base, and she strokes me up and down, her head bobbing on the tip. I’m in heaven. Complete heaven. Her hair is like silk as I thrust my fingers through the softness. She doesn’t need any assistance. She’s doing a stellar job on her own, but I can’t help the savage in me as I grip her hair tightly, guiding her to take me deeper.

  “Yeah, like an angel,” I moan, working my hips, feeling my balls tighten. Shit, I’m gonna come soon. I loosen my hold on her, offering her a chance to pull back or slow down. I don’t want this to end sooner than it has to, but she doesn’t take the bait. Dammit, she speeds up. “Fuck, Angel. I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

  I try to warn her, but she only takes me deeper. My hips thrust up once, twice, and I groan, practically choking on my own breath. She doesn’t pull away, working every inch of me, until my body collapses back onto the bed. Jesus, that might have been the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I don’t even know if my legs work anymore.

  Shaking off the remaining buzzing sensation, I sit up, startling her.

  “Where are you—?”

  I flip her on her back, and the cute sound that leaves her lips puts a smile on my face as I tug her hips down and spread her pretty thighs. “Oh, you don’t need to—ohhh!” She gasps as I cover her sweet cunt with my mouth. If it were possible so soon, I’d probably blow a load again at the mere taste of her. My tongue jolts forward, licking her, enjoying the way her thighs tremble against my head. With every swipe, her thighs tighten until I go for the gold, thrusting inside her pussy.

  Her hips shoot off the bed, and my hands grab at her ass to hold her in place as she fights me. In and out, I tongue-fuck her, loving the way her body vibrates against me. With each lick, suck, and nibble, she falls apart around me, her pants and moans feeding the beast inside me. I can’t hold back and thrust harder, faster, my fingers digging into her skin. Hell, maybe I can come again this soon. I’m hard as steel. My balls clench.

  Her legs begin to death squeeze my face as she hits her peak. A scream, almost silent, breaks through, and her tight walls clench around my tongue as her cunt spasms. I lap at her juices like they’re icing on a cake, feeling so high, I can’t imagine having to stop.

  All it takes is the mere thought of being inside her for me to pull away from the prettiest place on earth. “You’re seriously God’s most perfect creation,” I praise, wiping at my chin. I jump off the bed, searching for my jeans to grab a condom from my wallet. When I look back at her, she’s sitting up against the headboard, face flushed from her orgasm. “Hope you’re prepared for a long night. I’m nowhere near done getting my fill of you.” I prowl onto the bed, ripping the wrapper with my teeth and sliding the condom on. Reaching for her legs, I place her perfectly under me, then nudge them nice and wide, placing myself at her glistening center. My eyes travel up her taut belly, past her perfect tits, making my way to her silvery gaze.

  I pause at the fleeting glimpse of unease. “You good?” I ask, worry suddenly swimming in her eyes. “Hey, if you don’t—”

  “No, I do,” she quickly answers, grabbing for my neck and pulling me down. Our lips connect, and I dive right in, loving the way we fit together. I press the tip of my cock at her warmth, teasing her. Her body shivers beneath me, and I drive forward.

  A low gasp breaks through the air between us as I growl in confusion, my eyes searching hers. “Jesus, Angel…are you…?”

  Fuck. What did I just do?

  The whole time—the nerves—it was because she was—

  “Does it matter?”

  Does it matter? Yeah. I’m not into taking a girl’s virginity, and yeah, it fucking matters! Would knowing have stopped you? Fuck. That damn sensitive side says yes, but the asshole side—the side I'm more in tune with—says not a chance. After that first taste, she could have confessed she used to be a man and I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

  I shake my head, not needing that kind of image blurring my mind. “No, but you could have warned me. I would have done things…taken things slower.”

  Her eyes fill with guilt. I grab at her chin, making her stay focused on me. “Listen, forget it. Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop—?”

  “No, please. I want this.” She bites down on her bottom lip. I’m suddenly hyper aware of her heart beating against mine. I hold her eyes, searching for any signs that I should stop. Last thing I need is her changing her mind halfway through. “I’m good. Please.” She takes me by surprise again, grabbing the back of my neck and claiming my mouth as she thrusts her hips up. I can’t even fight off the groan at the way she feels around me. Her grip tightens, and a ripple of pleasure shoots down to my balls. The tension around her eyes warns me the pain has yet to subside, so I grab at her hips to keep her still.

  “Easy there, Angel.” I slowly pull out and wait to make sure she’s okay before easing back in. Each time I enter her, I fight not to moan. She’s so damn tight around me. “You okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse, full of pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, please…more,” she pants, her hands reaching forward and scratching down my back. I use a bit more force, thrusting into her. Her lips part, and a flutter of soft moans parade from her mouth. I pull back and thrust forward, over and over. A mist of sweat builds along my forehead as I work harder than I ever have to please this girl. My cock has never been happier. My hands caress every inch of her skin.

  I. Can’t. Get. Enough.

  “You’re like heaven. Does this feel good for you, Angel?”

  “Yes, please, yes,” she begs, finding the courage and meeting me thrust for thrust. She wraps her legs around my waist, giving me a deeper advantage, and I almost black out. Her pants become frantic. Her head thrashes from side to side. I grunt and hold my breath as her nails dig into my ass, fighting away my orgasm. No way do I want this to end.

  Her breathing turns to quick whimpers. She’s nearing the finish line. “Oh, God, I’m going to…Jesus, I’m going to—ahhh!”

  The way her beautiful little cunt clenches around me as she falls over the edge of ecstasy…there’s not a chance in hell I can hold on any longer. I drive into her two more times. My head arches back, and my eyesight shorts out as my own orgasm takes over. I heave forward, falling on top of her.

  She holds me tight, her eyes never leaving mine. My lips find hers, and I kiss her until her body relaxes. I take her lower lip into my mouth and nibble ever so gently, wondering why all lips aren’t as addictive as hers. I’ve been around the block, and not a single girl has turned me into the mush I feel right now. Pulling back, I slide out of her, making sure not to hurt her.

  “Hold on. Be right back.” I walk into the bathroom, discard the condom, grab a hand towel, and soak it under the warm water before heading back to the bedroom.