Indulgence (35 page)

“God, yes, Hank. Now, please.”

Every touch, every nibble was more succulent then next.
Drugged. I felt as high as a kite with no desire to ever come down. Hank did
that to me. Made me lose my mind. Since the moment I looked into his eyes there
was something there, something I couldn’t define. A connection perhaps that led
us to this very moment. He was everything I shouldn’t want, but I did want him.
Badly. It was impossible to deny this current running through my body, mind,
even my soul. He was there and hell if he didn’t fit perfectly.

“Condom … we uh … ” his voice was shredded with desire and
emotion. He was affected, too.

Something was happening and it was bigger than both of us.
Call it fate, call it passion, even lust was too weak a word to describe this
bone-crushing need to be closer, to be more. His hips bucked up toward my core,
hitting the tender bundle of nerves throbbing for his attention. I cried out,
tipping my head back with the joy of feeling him exactly where I wanted him
most.

Resurfacing from the pleasure of grinding down against his
cock, I managed to whisper between long, drawn-out pulls of his lips and
tongue, “Pill. On it.”

“I’m clean. Never have relations without … but with you …
Christ Angel, I’m dying to take you bare. Jesus, you’re killing me, here,” Hank
growled and gnashed his teeth against mine.

I smiled against his lips. “Just had a physical … ” My
tongue tangled with his. He chased my lips tugging on the bottom one as I tried
to pull away to speak. The slight pinch of pain sent a jolt of pleasure between
my legs. “I’m healthy. Take me, God, please. Now. I want you so much.”

Hank dragged his thick cock along the seam between my
thighs, wetting his dick with my essence and teasing me in the process. I
tunneled my hands in his hair as he toyed with my sex, bringing me to the
pinnacle of lust. Without preamble, he positioned himself right at the center
of my sex and slammed me down on his cock. I screamed out. Underused muscles
ached with the pleasure and pain of our coupling.

“Fuck!” he roared.

He stilled to give me time to adjust. His length stretched
me wide, more so than I’d ever been before. The pressure was exquisite,
mind-bending, with just a hint of pain. It was huge buried within me. His
breath tickled the hair around my neck as I leaned back and looked down to
where we were joined. There were still two inches left of his thick stalk
visible between us. My eyes widened in shock.

“Oh yes, Angel. There’s more for you. Now lift up, baby.” He
smoothed a hand up my spine in a sweet caress as I lifted up, his cock sliding
almost all the way out. The strong arm around my back cupped the crook of my
shoulder for leverage, bringing us nose to nose. His eyes searched mine. I
could see so much behind his gaze.

He swallowed, took a steadying breath, then kissed my face.
Small little presses of his lips across every inch of skin until he landed on
my lips, taking them in a searing mash of wet tissue. He pulled back, his gaze
sliding over my naked body and between us.

“So pretty. Seeing you on my cock, trusting me with your
body. Angel, there’s nothin’ better.”

His lips crushed mine as he surged up into me powerfully at
the same moment he pulled down. He was everywhere all at once, splitting me in
half in the most pleasurable way possible. The orgasm overtook me so fast I
didn’t recognize the sound of my wail into his mouth, but my entire body lit
and tingled everywhere. I’d lost time, but he was there holding me with one
strong arm, keeping me there with him.

“That’s it, Darlin’. I love seeing you come apart. But we’re
just getting started.” Those words sent shivers through me. Even my hair
tingled with anticipation.

His hips retreated and then plowed into me, barreling that
massive cock into my tight channel over and over, ruthlessly fucking me. I was
out of my mind, it blasted off into space and left me a needy, wanton hussy. I
rode Hank like no tomorrow, aching for more pleasure, more of him. I wanted to
be closer, needed to be. Mindful of his wounded shoulder, I squeezed my legs
around and behind his body, bringing that glorious member of his deeper. He
moaned and gritted his teeth.

Just when I thought I had his rhythm down, he’d throw in a
twist of his hips and grind his pelvis against mine, crushing my clit in the
process. Shock waves of pleasure ricocheted in every direction. He had me at
the peak of orgasm again.

“Jesus, Angel. Your perfect little body makes me fall apart!”
Hank whispered in my ear then bit down on the sensitive flesh just behind it.
He lifted his knees and pressed my chest back, changing the angle. I braced
myself on his muscular thighs, arching toward him teasingly. His hands tweaked
and rolled my nipples into hard nubs. He used the new angle to his advantage,
bringing his weaker hand down to my aching clit to rub it in juicy little
circles.

I couldn’t speak, only feel the way he played my body like a
well-tuned instrument. He overpowered my senses, controlled my body, and made
me forget that anything else existed. Everything I had yielded to him, spinning
willingly into his vortex of pleasure.

“Give it to me, Angel,” he gritted through his teeth. I
caught his gaze. Hank’s eyes were intensely focused. His jaw was held tight,
teeth clenched, sweat dusted his forehead and hairline as he hammered into me.

I tilted my hips back just as he took his thumb and
forefinger and pinched my clit, pleasure and pain collided, and then he thrust
his hefty cock into me. I saw stars, my orgasm shooting through every pore,
overtaking me, escaping in a guttural cry. His mouth swallowed my scream as he
pumped into me, roaring wildly, finding his own release. Deep flutters of warm
liquid filled my womb, heating my lower half from the inside out.

“Angel,” he breathed into my mouth while the last of his
essence spilled into me.

He rolled his hips salaciously, prolonging our pleasure to
the last possible second. I was completely boneless, my body draped over his
like a ragdoll, utterly spent and sated. His cock, once thick and rigid, had
softened, throbbing and nestled safely within me.

“Hank, that was … ” I couldn’t find the words, instead
nuzzling into the crook of his neck on his good side.

“Everything. That was everything,” he whispered against my
neck, kissing and nibbling the skin there. His hands caressed up and down my
back in a soothing calming rhythm.

We spent long minutes that way, clutching one another while
coming down from our combined highs. I was as certain as the sun would rise
tomorrow that the man had ruined me for other men. That was possibly the best
sexual experience I’d ever had in my life and he wasn’t even completely up to
par, being hindered by his shoulder. I could only imagine what he’d be like
with both arms in good working order. I could already picture being under him,
his huge body surrounding me completely. Flutters of desire started to stir
within my belly.

“Angel, I can feel your wheels spinning. What are you
thinking about?” he asked, yearning evident in his voice.

“You. About how incredible this was. How I can’t wait to
experience you when you’re healed,” I grinned and bit my lip.

“Oh, Darlin’, you have no idea the ways I’m going to take
you,” he said before he kissed me, his soft lips and tongue overwhelming me.
Deep affection was building between us so quickly it was hard to mask the
rising feelings.

His tongue searched and played within mine in a saucy little
dance. I moaned deeply, from the furthest recesses of my soul. I could feel him
getting hard within me once more.

“Ride me, Angel. Nice and slow this time.” Hank was bossy in
bed but I found that I rather enjoyed it. His dominant nature, the sheer size
of him in all ways, made me giddy with the need to have him and relinquish
control.

Together we found a slow, sensual rhythm. I could tell his
shoulder was hurting him because a grimace overtook his lovely face now and
then. Sliding up and down I put everything I had into making unhurried quiet
love to him. With my body I showed him how much I desired him. With punch-drunk
kisses I proved I wanted him and only him. Up and down, flesh to flesh, we
melded our bodies and minds. Before long we were both withering and crying out
in combined release. I’d never come with a man at the same time. With Hank, I
had twice. Being with him sexually was magical, unlike any connection I’d ever
known. The thought excited and frightened me in equal measure.

Without trying, I was becoming attached. Physically and
mentally Hank had wiggled his way into my body and mind. At this very moment in
time, it felt right.

It’s official. The woman was a goddess. Sex in my book was
always good, sometimes great, but never like this. Ab-so-fucking-lutely mind
blowing. Her body drove me wild. She was damn near perfect and I told her as
much. The legs were finely sculpted and went on for days. Her lengthy, slim
body fit mine like no other. Her breasts were mouthwateringly tasty, and her
ass—Jesus Christ, her ass made me weak. It was an ass you bowed down and
worshiped and I planned to … often.

I almost blew my load when she turned around in those sexy
little panties. Honestly, I had planned on waiting to take her to bed. Wanted
to heal up a bit, play with her a little, and build up the anticipation between
us. That all ended the moment her dress hit the floor. My Angel had a body that
screamed
take me!
So I did. I’m not sorry, either.

Being with Aspen filled me with light. Made me whole.
Finally, after weeks in this godforsaken city, I had something to hold onto.
That something was several inches over five feet and had me wrapped around her
delicate little baby finger.

After tonight, making love to her, there was nothin’ that
was going to keep me from being near her. It wasn’t just the physical, either,
though she damn near killed me with her knockout shape. I knew when I saw her
weeks ago that she had a beautiful body, but seeing her bare, riding my cock …
holy hell. I’d have to keep her close. There was no way in hell any man was
ever going to look at my perfect Angel ever again. She was mine. In time, I’d
make her so, body, heart, and soul.

Finally our breathing calmed to a normal rate. She lay
naked, draped over my chest. Right where I needed her. She pulled her body back
and my dick slipped out of her, both of us moaning in unison.

“I need to clean up,” she said shyly, her hair falling over
her face like a golden fan.

“I rather like you dirty.” I couldn’t keep the grit out of
my voice. She shot me a knowing smile as she sauntered into the restroom, a
little extra sway to those sexy hips.

Good Lord, the woman made me crazy. She did things to me.
Feelings I hadn’t felt in years were cropping up and demanding they be let out.
Instead of dealing with them, my resident caveman came to the forefront making
me want to knock her over the head, drag her to my bed, and never let anyone
have her. Wanted to keep her for my very own.

She returned in a dark purple satin nightgown, sans the
stockings. My dick started to stir and I mentally tried to think of my mom and
dad, my brother’s two monsters, anything that would prevent me from the urge to
take her again.

We both needed rest and I needed a pain pill. I got out of
bed, went to my room, and took my pain remedy. Though a couple more rounds with
my Angel and I wouldn’t give a shit how much the shoulder hurt. The sweet bliss
I felt inside her was intoxicating and all encompassing. I’d suffer through the
pain willingly for another taste of her honey.

After cleaning up in the bathroom I went back into her room.
She had turned on the TV and was coyly looking away every time I tried to catch
her blue-gray eyes.

“Um, I thought we could watch a movie now.” She twisted her
fingers together and gripped the comforter to her chest tightly.

“Sounds good, Darlin‘.” Shyness was new and lovely on her.
Unexpected after three orgasms, but cute nonetheless.

She watched me walk naked across the room.

“See something you like?” I asked her, standing unmoving at
the side of the bed. Her eyes scoured my form greedily.

“You are a work of art, Hank,” slipped past her pretty lips.
I boldly stroked my dick for her pleasure more than mine. “Oh, God,” she mewled
as my cock grew to full mast.

Before I could say anything she had scurried along the bed
and my cock was down her throat. “Fuck, Angel! Warn a man next time!” Her hands
palmed my ass as she sucked and swirled her pink little tongue around and
around the fat head.

I watched her with adoration. She was a beautiful sight,
bobbing up and down over my cock.

That tongue of hers lapped at the fluid leaking from the tip
and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My vision blurred and I had to reach
out and hold onto the bedpost to keep from passing out. Seeing her small hand
encase my length, her haunting eyes stared at mine as if she was reaching
through to my soul.

The sight almost undid me. Almost.

Still, I couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. She put such
effort into pleasing me I damn near fell to my knees to beg for mercy. It was
impossible that a woman so perfect, so ungodly beautiful, existed and wanted
me. Big ol’ Hank from Texas, playing building blocks in the big city.

She took me deep and hummed around my hard flesh. “God,
fuck!” If I didn’t take control of this I was going to lavish her with words
she wasn’t ready to hear. Words that were meant for long-term lovers who were
devoted to one another. I wanted to be devoted to her. Hell, I already was,
even if she didn’t want me for the long run. Somehow, I’d find a way to make
her mine for good.

As she sucked me into oblivion, I gripped the sides of her
head, fingers tunneling into her silky hair. “Let me,” I gestured, thrusting my
dick. Her eyes turned big and rolled back, closing of their own volition. She
breathed deeply through her nose as I slid my cock down her throat, fucking her
the way I wanted to from the moment I saw her in front of the building weeks
ago. I twisted her long hair in my good hand, roughly tipped her head back,
perfecting the angle as I plowed into her eager mouth.