My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2)

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My Demons
by Kimberly Blalock

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“Do you see me, Abby?” a familiar voice asks into the darkness.

“No, I can’t see your face.” I know that I know this deep voice, but I can’t place it.

“Do you feel me, Abby?” he growls.

“Yes, I feel you,” my answer releases with a harsh breath.

I do feel him, his hands are on my heated skin, with force, in a not so gentle way and I think that I like it. The way he grips my body with his hands lets me know he wants to devour me.

My hands are on his face, feeling, and taking in his profile. His skin is warm, there’s a few days’ worth of stubble on his jaw. My thumbs gently run over his lips. Oh, his lips are full and moist. He must’ve just run his tongue across them. I get a tingle between my legs as I consider his tongue running over my body.

Just as I flinch from the fantasy, I feel his cheeks tighten, caused by a smile. He knows what he’s bringing me to.

I want you, oh my God I want you. I think to myself.

“You can have me anytime you want Abby, all you have to do is say my name,” he answers my silent statement.

I don’t think I said that out loud. Did I? My brows furrow and my head tilts. His voice is so… I don’t know what his voice is, but it feels like everything and yet nothing because I can’t place it. I know that it’s familiar, but the deepness his voice is full of passion and I don’t remember this kind of passion in my sad, miserable existence so, of course, I don’t know where this is coming from. I want to know though. If I had this every day would my life be worth living? I definitely think it would be and I’m down for that.

“What would I need to say to have you?” I cannot believe I just asked him this question. Inner sexy girl must be awake now. I’ll let her take over because she is so much better at this than I am.

“Tell me that you want me, Abby. Tell me that I make you feel alive. Tell me you need my touch to survive. I need you to want me. But, you must know who I am Abigale or none of it makes sense,” he says each word with such conviction and I don’t know how to respond.

Maybe if I just throw myself at him and see where it goes, but shouldn’t I at least know his name or what he looks like? Shouldn’t I know who I’m giving myself to? Should I know this or should I just do it?

My body tenses with each thought, probably because I’m so conflicted between the desire and confusion. I’m confused because I have no idea whose hands are sliding across my naked flesh. I know that he’s naked too because I feel his hardness on my belly. I want it inside me, I want it hard inside me. I want him to throw me against the wall and take me right this minute.

Oh yeah, inner sexy girl is here and is spreading her legs ready and willing for this enormous amount of hardness that’s leaning up against me.

“Do you want me, Abby? Do you want me inside of you?”

“Yes.” I wince once again.

I can’t stand it. I’ve never been this ready to be fucked. I can feel an orgasm sparking. I’m not going to come right this second, but if he puts his hand to my vagina I’m sure it wouldn’t take long.

“Touch me.” I grab his hand and shove it to my heat.

“Abby, I’m not going to touch you there until you tell me who I am.”

What? He just said…

“But… I need you, I need you now.” My clit is pulsing out of control. If I can just rub against him, I’m sure I’ll be screaming in seconds.

Why am I turned on so quickly by someone I don’t even know? All I can think about is the orgasm I’m going to be having in a few minutes unless he never touches me, then I’ll implode.

“Who am I, Abby?”

I think about his question for a few seconds, but I have no idea who he is. Let me rephrase this. I know that I know him from somewhere, but I don’t know where. Does that make sense? I hope so because I’m even more confused now than I was before.

“I don’t know… I don’t know who you are.” I bite my lip

“What do you feel here, Abigale?” His palm cups my sensitive throbbing clit. His fingers find my wetness and they thrust hard and deep inside of me with no warning.

“Oh,” I scream. This is exactly what I want. His fingers are thick and he has at least four of them inside of me, stretching me into a quivering hot wet mess.

“Who am I, Abby?” He throws me against the wall forcefully with his body, grabbing my wrist with his free hand. “Do you want me to fuck you until your pussy screams for me to stop?” His dick is pressed so hard against my stomach it’s actually hurting my rib cage. His hand never stops thrusting inside of me and with every thrust of his fingers his hardness firmly presses into my stomach.

“Fuck me,” I let these words slip accidently, but I want him to fuck me hard and fast.

“Tell me who I am Abby and I’ll never stop fucking you? I’ll lick your pussy into oblivion. I’ll make you come until you pass out. I’ll lick, suck and fuck your clit into an orgasm like you’ve never known. All you have to do is tell me who I am.” The palm of his hand is rubbing against my clit as his fingers continue to fuck me hard and fast. “I want to hear you speak the name of the man who is bringing you to this.”

His dick is still hard on my belly and I can feel it pulse as the length grows against my skin.

“I don’t know who you are,” I scream because I have never needed to come more than I do right now. I feel like I’m in prison.

My hips are thrusting into the palm of his hand. I need every spark of friction that I can get. I need this release. My right arm is above my head, against the wall in his tight grip. A grip that will be sure to leave marks on my flesh. And yet, I want him to squeeze harder.

What is wrong with me?

“Wouldn’t you rather come with my dick shoved hard and deep into your tight pussy?” His voice is a little bit condescending. “Say my name, Abby. Say it now or I leave.”

I don’t know what his name is, but if he leaves I will shatter. My insides will liquefy and the outside will literally shatter into pieces everywhere. I need him to touch me and fuck me hard until I’m unconscious. That’s all I want. But, I don’t know who he is.

“I don’t know.” I forcefully attempt to move my arm from the wall that’s being held by his tight grip. He grips it solidly and I can’t move it. I squeeze my free arm tight around his neck. “Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m sorry Abby, I can’t stay.” And with these words he pulls his fingers from my pussy and grabs for my arm that’s tightly gripping his neck. Pinning it to the wall with my other arm. He leans in close enough that I see magnificent blue eyes glistening from the streak of light that lingers in the darkness. “If I fuck you with my hard cock, will you remember my name then?”

“Yes,” I don’t hesitate with my answer. I need him so badly.

His lips move close as his tongue darts out from his full lips, taking over my own. His grip tightens forcefully around my wrists.

My heart is pounding in my chest, my breathing is labored, my clit is throbbing, and sweat is running down my naked body. I’m so worked up and I want to fight against him to take what I want.

“Ok, Abigale, I’ll give you what you want.”

Finally!

Just as the sexual frustration feels like it’s about to be relieved, his left hand remains on my wrists and his right hand tightens around my waist, turning my body to face the wall.

“You want me, Abby?”

I’m silent for a few seconds, but only because I can’t think of anything to say. I don’t know this guy, but I have never felt more comfortable with anyone, ever.

“Yes.” This word wraps itself around everything that I know to be real and now takes possession of everything that isn’t.

My tiny wrists are being held against the cold wall with his one large hand. My body is pressed firmly against the wall also.

“Yes what?” he growls hard and deep into my ear.

“Yes I want you, I want you so badly.” I’m officially a whore. A proper girl doesn’t act like this. Right now, any proper girl that had existed inside of me has jumped ship. ‘Sayonara chick,’ is all I can say because I have no desire to have that person here, not here and not now.

The voice that echoes in my ears speaks again.

“Don’t move baby.” He slides his hand down my back, crossing my ass cheeks gripping them in his hand tightly and then forcefully separating my legs. He’s so in control. I love it. His hand travels to my pussy sweeping my juices around to my clit and then to my forbidden spot.

“No,” I protest.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he growls again, but in a more soothing way this time.

I want to object and tell him no, but I can’t because it feels so good.

Who the hell am I?

He’s making me feel like someone else.

“Relax.”

I tense but only because I’m kind of excited.

“Relax Abby.”

I take a deep breath and blow it out. As soon as the breath leaves my lips he slides his finger in.

“Ahh,” I moan loudly. I don’t know if this is from the surprise of the sudden intrusion or the pain that I feel.

“Relax,” he says again as he takes my ear into his mouth. “Relax and enjoy.”

“Enjoy what?”

“Relax, you’ll see.” He releases my hands from above my head and wraps his hand around my large breast squeezing it into his palm. His hand is so large that he does this easily. His fingers play with my nipple and then pinch it, not hard, well it’s kind of hard, but in a good way.

I relax with the pleasure my nipple is receiving and as soon as he feels my body relax in his hold, his finger slides deeper inside of me. Immediately he chases down my stomach finding my pussy spreading the liquid that’s pooling there and rubbing my clit with it.

I push into him because I don’t know what else to do. The pleasure is so overwhelming but foreign to me.

Is it supposed to feel this amazing?

“Oh, shi- Ahh!”

His fingers are rubbing my clit in a circular motion and his other hand is in control of the most amazing feeling mixed with a little bit of fucked up.

“I’m going to take you here, Abby.”

“Umm no, no you’re not.”

“Yes, yes I am, and you’re going to come so hard and so fast you’ll beg for more. Or it will be so intense you’ll beg me to stop. Huh, this is going to be interesting. Maybe you’ll beg for me to never stop.”

I haven’t actually seen his size, but I’ve felt it and I’m scared, scared to death.

“Relax baby and it’ll feel good, I promise.”

His finger abandons me and finds the liquid from my pussy and brings it to the one place I never thought I would experience. As soon as he’s lubricated me I feel his hot…

“Oh my God.”

His hard as hell dick jams into my pussy. I wasn’t expecting that at all. He presses me to the wall lifting my leg with his left hand so he can ram himself inside of me. He lets go of my leg and pulls out.

“Oh shit, don’t stop,” I beg.

He laughs. “Oh baby, you got this all wrong. I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”

These words send a shiver from the back of my neck directly to the forbidden place I think… no, I definitely want him to invade now.

Inner sexy girl is biting her nails, hell she’s scared now and she’s never scared.

“Don’t think, just relax and I’ll have you screaming my name soon. You’ll never forget it again, not after this.” He bites my neck. More chills follow the recent ones.

His dick meets that place and I jump.

“Breathe out.”

I do as I’m told and with that release of breath I’m taken over to another place, a place I can’t explain. Truthfully, I don’t even know how I’m explaining this right now because…

Oh. My. God. This feels so amazing. “Ahh.”

“Relax.”

His hand slowly slides over my pussy teasing me until he gives me what I want, adding to the pleasure I’m already experiencing.

“Abby, do you love me?”

All of the amazing sensations I’m having slowly start moving away. My hands push out against the cold wall in response to the loss.

“Wait! Wait!”

“Abby, do you love me?”