Angel (9 page)

I
cover her with my mouth, with my body, grappling with her tiny limbs, pulling her into my chest as one hand reaches down to lay the seat back a few inches.  I want her to stay here for eternity.

She lets out a little whistling, whispering moan when my lips touch hers.  They are even softer than I ever imagined in all my fantasies.  Her flavor is like springtime and honey, with a dash of dynamite.

Hesitation doesn’t even have any meaning for me any more.  That first kiss wasn’t soft, it was greedy and selfish. Too many days have gone by with just dreams of her, and I’m not a patient man.

My tongue slices between her full lips.  My movements are harsh, delving deep on the first stroke so she has no doubt I’m here to claim what’s mine and I intend to be here again and again.  I don’t want her to doubt what I’m feeling; I need her to know how deep down she’s touched me, how many of my dreams she’s starred in.  All of them, in fact.  I imagine her sharing every moment with me, and in my mind’s eye I see how good it could be.

I wish I could have saved all the moments in my life before this one, all the moments from hers as well, so we could share them together for the rest of our lives.

My massive hands easily circle her tiny neck, arching her head back as my eyes engulf her, tugging her so close I feel the softness of her tits against the rock hard wall of my pectoral muscles.  The poke of her hard nipples only searing her into me more than the moment before.

Our kiss is a fury.  I expected this tiny girl to shrink from me.  I’m a massive, hairy beast next to her silky softness. She doesn’t just pull at my shirt, but fists the fabric as though our kiss is her lifeline, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst in my chest.

My own desire is multiplied a thousand fold because she wants me back.  Because that is really all I need to know.

We both take a shaking breath, our lips still softly connected.  My forehead touching hers for a long moment, stringing together all the memories I’ve made with her in my dreams, realizing they’d felt nothing close to the real thing. 

“
Jesus
, Angel.” The words catch as I release them and I have to clear my throat to continue.  “You feel better than every dream I’ve had about you.  Please, kiss me again, right now before I die.”  My cock aches as she leans forward.

Now it’s teeth and tongues and wet lips sliding back and forth as my cock cries out in pain, bending in half inside my layers of compression shorts.  I want her mouth, her hand, her tits and her cunt.  I want them all on me and around me in all the filthy, depraved ways I’ve ever dreamed.

The car is not the best place for this, but she’s giving me no indication that she wants anything different.  She is as rapt as I am in this moment.

My fingers move with purpose; a fleeting thought about being gentle crashes around in my mind, but that is not possible.  I glide up her thigh until I feel the fabric between her legs, pressing my knuckles into the little valley of her panties, seeking out the heat that is rising from her, needing to feel the soaking wetness that will soon be on my tongue.

I break the kiss, both of us panting as her eyes waver for a moment, trying to find focus.  Her head tilts back to rest against the window.  Her eyes catch mine with a flash of sparkling green lust, and I want to memorize everything about his moment...  I need her to look at me like this every time, in awe as I give her what she needs and craves.

“Open your legs.”  It comes out as a growling order, not a request.  “
Wider
,”  I grunt, and I watch her mouth fall open as she draws in a deep breath and her thighs spread under my touch.  “There are so many things I want to do to you, Angel, do you know that? Can you feel that?”

I push my hand harder between her legs, demanding she open for me, my fist banging forward watching her beautiful, jade-green eyes widen as she nods her head ever so slightly.

“This is so strange, isn’t it?”  she manages to stutter as I shift my knuckles into the wet dent of her panties. I feel her juices soaking through and it sends a shock wave up my arm, raising the beast already fighting to get out.

“I don’t think it’s strange, Angel.  Does this feel strange?”  My fingers slip between the elastic and the edge of her upper thigh, into that sensitive spot, and her precious lips open further to steal halting breaths, each of which I bend closer to capture with my mouth.

I tease, running my fingers now up and down the circle of elastic, tempting myself to delve, to feel what will soon be mine, the flavor of her perfection.  I can tell from the bit I’m managed to feel, she’s smooth and hairless.  I close the remaining space between her face and mind, my tongue jutting out to trace around the outline of her open lips.  Then spinning inside her mouth as her hands come up to rest on my cheeks with a devilish grip.

Each second of this first time I’m committing to memory so I can play it over and over in my head until the last moments of my life.  Nothing has ever been so poignant, so destined.  I’m a virgin in so many ways just like her, because nothing and no one has ever come close to making me feel these kinds of soul-reaching sensations.

She tenses as my fingers jerk her panties to the side.  I tug and pull until the cotton fabric hangs loose, the elastic giving up and showing me what I crave.  The scent of her arousal hits me like a cannon ball to my nuts and I have to pull back from our kiss and bite my lip to keep from emptying them right there.

“Baby, you’re so wet.”  It’s like Christmas and New Years and every fucking win I could ever imagine.  “So fucking wet.  That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt, Angel.  You’re wet for me.” My voice throttles up a notch at the thought that I did this to her, and my dick threatens to erupt, my balls throb, wanting to spread my seed all over her.  Mouth, tits, pussy and ass.  I’ve imagined them all.  And I’m about to embark on what will be the first of an endless number of moments like this.

“You have that effect on me.”  She tugs at my neck and giggles as my fingers brush her naked outer lips, sending my mind into a spin.  “I’ve started bringing an extra pair of panties to work because of you.”

“Christ.”  My voice trails off as I bring my forehead to rest on top of her head. It’s all too beautiful.  Her words, her scent, the first moment my fingers slipped inside to feel the delicate flesh, sopping and silky on my calloused fingertips.  “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this.  About us.  It hurts to breathe around you I need you so bad.”

I drop one hand to grip the front of my pants, showing her the effect she has on me.

“I guess we were slow starters.”  Her breathless words come out in a little burst as I quit the teasing and discover her clit and stroke it between two fingers.  “Oh my god.”

I’ve pleasured myself while imagining this moment so many times, it takes a Herculean effort not to spill right now.  My balls are practically inside my body, drawn up so tight and ready to heave, but I want the one thing I’ve needed the most.  Two things.  I need her to know who I am, and I need her to cum.

“Magnus.”  The thrust of my fingers low into her soaking heat elicits my name with a gasp.  Her eyes pop open and she leans back to look into my face.

“You’ll always be safe with me, Angel.  You know that already, don’t you?”

She nods, her breaths coming faster as I slip one finger just inside her opening, the pad of my thumb strumming over her clit in time with her breathing.  She shifts her soft rump as she settles back farther on the passenger seat, my body in the center of the space, thanking Christ I hadn’t ever switched out the front bench for bucket seats. She lowers another inch on the slick vinyl, giving me better access. Her eyes flutter open and closed as I play and gently glide a thick finger where her body gushes then hold it still.

“I’m going to be someone to you.  Only to you.  And you are someone only to me.  I want you to agree to trust me, let me show you who we can be together.  How this is not just our first moment. Our first moment began the day I stepped into that store and saw you.  You know that’s right, don’t you?  We’re not strangers; we’ve been together since then.  You feel it too.”

I push my finger deeper, but I feel the resistance, the tightness.  My chest constricts at the thought that she’s so pure, so innocent, and my skin turns to fire.

“Yes.  That’s what I meant about it being so strange.  God, that feels so good.”  A soft giggle swells my heart.  Her hands reach out to discover the hard tension covering my chest and opening herself more for me and I swallow hard at the perfection of it all. 

Waves of her silky hair curl around her neck, a light green ribbon decorates her tossled hair, her eyes are barely focused and yet completely connected to mine.  Her sweet scent and the wet folds of her cunt spin a potion more intoxicating than the strongest liquor.  “Magnus—”  She shudders, her face lax as one hand drops to my forearm and the other flails, uncertain of what to do.

I grab it and hold, entwining our fingers so I can feel her tighten, telling me everything I want to know.

“I want you to call me something other than Magnus, baby.”  My breath comes faster, not knowing if she will understand.  But nothing can stop me from my own frantic need to be this to her.

“What?”  The single word sounds desperate, unsteady, and I let the pad of my thumb begin to circle the hard nub of her clit as it grows with its own greed.  My middle finger gently pushes through her tight opening as fear rushes through me at the thought of my girth entering her here.

“Inside my head, I’ve been calling you ‘Angel’ ever since I met you.  How did it feel when I said it out loud?”

“It felt...”  Her voice drifts.

Her fingers tighten on mine as she adjusts her hips upward into my hand, her skirt gathering higher on her thighs, giving me a view of the pink, soaking heaven where my digits draw out her essence. “It felt right,” she says.  “I mean, it seemed odd, but it still felt right.  Like that was my name.”  Her words are slow, sounding drunk and the blush on her cheeks makes the pain of my need rise another notch.

“That is your name.  And you want to know my name?”  I drive my finger upward slightly into her center not enough to breech her, but enough to feel the tightness gather around. She stills with an inward gasp, her body freezes, then shakes around me, her eyes dropping to slits, her brow tightening.  Then her eyes pop open again to catch mine as I stare at her, rapt in what is about to be the pinnacle moment of my life.

“Your name?”  She repeats.  She’s lost as I move my fingers inside her, working her sugar sweet clit and tracing a circle at her opening as her legs begin to quiver, telling me what I want to know.

“My name, the name you will call me from now on, whenever we are alone.”  I enter her more, not enough to tear, but enough to finger fuck the cunt that’s pulling me inside.  Faster and faster I work.  She drenches my hand, her fingers tightening like a vise onto mine.  “When you cum, you will say this name.  Do you understand?”  My core tightens like a cable that’s ready to snap.

“Yes, oh God,
oh my God
.”  Her pelvis rises to meet my finger – the insides of her thighs squeeze together, trapping me between them like the naughty girl I need her to be.

“Daddy.”  I seeth the word between my teeth. “I want you to thank Daddy for this, right now.”  I pound my finger inside her, farther than I first intended, searching and pressing at the front wall.

I release her hand from my other, breaking away.  I’m unable to stop myself; I fall down down, my shoulders hitting her open thighs and diving between her legs with my mouth wide, grinding my tongue into her raised clit. Kissing and losing myself in the spill of her juice flowing over my lips.

Her hands flail around my head, fingertips digging in, trying to find her center.  She is shaking like an earthquake.  I suck her cherry clit between my lips and the first of her flavor soaks my mouth, my throat, all the way down into my soul as she cums with my name on her lips.

My real name.

“
Daddy
—”

She drenches me as I push my face nearly inside her with sounds that shake the car. I swallow every drop, my fingers feeling the undulations of her climax.  My lips feel her heat rise as I lower my face to suck more of her release.  It fills my mouth, slidding down my greedy throat with my nose on her swollen nub.

I want every bit of her to touch my face, drenching my beard.  She brands me with her orgasm, and she is completely mine.

My own deep growl is muffled by the way her cunt vibrates across the scratch of my facial hair.  I imagine carrying her around with me like this, her scent and juices on me for the rest of the day, and my already painful erection begs for relief.

Her whimpers turn to a painful yelp when I work back up and set my teeth, gentle but firm, over her now elongated clit.  Knowing I’m the one that did this to her is like nothing I’ve ever felt.  The way her body soaked me, the sounds she made, the name I’ve longed to hear dripping from her lips, all of it meshed into a moment unlike any other in my lifetime.  She takes my breath away in the common moments, but right now I don’t think I will ever breathe again.

Her panties hang in stretched and torn shreds against her thigh, her lower lips glistening, and I imagine the slick white of my cum dripping from that opening.  It enrages me and turns my cock to metal at the same time.

I want my seed inside her, filling her, so no part of her cunt is untouched by me.  And I want it to stay inside of her.  If I had my way, I’d fuck her standing on her head so no part of me would ever find an exit.  I’m as baffled by these feelings as I am by how quickly she’s taken to who I am, to who I’ve demanded to be to her now because I can see from the way she’s looking at me, she needs me in the same way I need her.

I grunt as I make my way up her body, splaying her legs with my hips, scooping an arm around her waist and shifting our position.  I’m in the passenger seat here, with her on my lap, facing me as I work her hips toward the front of the car, her back resting against the dashboard.  The softness of her ass half dangling between my spread knees.