Angelique (9 page)

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Eloi washed his hands then grabbed a rag to go outside. He was rubbing the dirt off of Angelique’s license plate, hoping to get the number and run her plates. He could find out where she lived and who she was so he could protect her from the Rousse brothers or any other asshole that tried to bother her.

“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Angelique yelled, and Eloi stood up from the back of the car.

He placed his hands on his waist, having discarded his holster and placed it in the house safe, and looked her over. Damn, she was even hotter when she was mad. Her green eyes practically glowed in the darkness. He was busted, and she knew exactly what he was up to, so why hide it?

“I was just—”

“Just trying to get my license plate number so you could run my plates, find out where I live, and try to stalk me!” she yelled then stormed toward her car door.

Eloi grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Hold on one damn second. You and me, we’re going to talk,” he told her, and she jumped out of his reach, hitting the car kind of hard. His eyes widened in surprise. She was scared of him. He could tell immediately and even after what they shared inside the house.

“Angel, I was just trying to find out more about you. You’ve been so secretive.” He ran his hand through his hair and appeared frustrated.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. I’ve never had a reaction like this before. I want to know everything about you, and I want to share things about me I never shared with anyone before. It’s crazy,” he told her.

“You have no right to do this. I have a life that’s none of your business.”

“None of my business? Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s so. I will not be you or your brothers’ little play thing, your possession, or your punching bag. I been there and done that. Never again!” she yelled then turned to get into her car. He was shocked by her words. Had someone hit her, hurt her, and put that fear in her eyes to make her react this way? His temper rose, and his anger showed.

“Stop right there. Who hurt you? Who did those things to you?” he demanded to know as he grabbed her arms to stop her.

She closed her eyes. “Please don’t hit me, Eloi. I’m sorry I yelled.” Then the tears rolled down her cheeks.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the privacy and the darkness by the side of the gazebo, away from any prying eyes.

He lifted her rear so her legs wrapped around his waist despite the dress she wore.

“Sugar, you’re so wrong. Damn, woman, what you do to me,” he whispered against her neck as he pressed her back against the side of the gazebo walls.

“I want you because you’re sweet and beautiful and so fucking sexy all I think about is making love to you. I’d never hurt you, and my brothers would never hurt you either.” He kissed her lips before she could reply. Using his right thigh as leverage while pressing his knee to the wall, he spread her wider and ran his right hand up her right thigh to her rear. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he couldn’t get enough of her taste or her scent. He loved the feel of her fingers running through his hair and across his scalp. It added fuel to the already intense fire burning inside of him. He reached under her ass and felt the dampness of her panties then pushed them aside to feel her wet pussy lips with his fingers. She jerked against him, climbing higher up his body and thrusting her breasts against his neck. The scent of her perfume and the feel of her hands rubbing all over him threw him into a trance. He released her lips to kiss her neck. He pressed a finger between her wet folds, and she gasped as she grabbed on to his shoulders.

“Damn, sugar, you got my dick so hard I want to fuck you right here against this gazebo!” he stated then gently sucked on the material of her dress where her erect nipples pushed against the fabric.

“Oh God,” she moaned, and he tried pressing deeper into her cunt with his fingers, but he was in an awkward position.

“Let me show you how gentle I can be, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he whispered then pulled his fingers from her body and placed her feet on the ground. She moaned and protested, and he chuckled.

“I’m just getting into a better position now so I can make you feel real good,” he told her then bent down in front of her, lifted her dress above her waist, and smiled.

“Hold that,” he asked her to hold the dress up as he absorbed the sight of her pretty black thong panties that hardly covered her mound.

“Beautiful,” he whispered then pressed a soft kiss to her belly button and then to the patch of silk that covered her pussy.

“As much as I like these here panties, I want to taste you, more.”

He began to push her panties down her legs.

“Oh, please, Eloi, someone might come.” Angelique’s voice shook as she stepped out of the panties.

“The only one that will be coming is you.” He lifted a thigh over his shoulder and Angelique squealed low as she grabbed on to him. Her hands released the dress, and now it covered his head and face.

He licked her pussy lips, and she jolted in his arms, so he pressed her ass against the wall.

“That’s a real tasty dessert you’re serving tonight, Angel. I’m going to take my time and savor it,” he whispered, knowing that his warm breath was causing the shivers to run through her body. She was dripping already as he lashed out his tongue to take a taste.

Her thigh was muscular and toned hanging over his shoulder, and he spread her wider before pushing a finger into her pussy while he licked her sensitive flesh.

“Oh!” she moaned low as he pushed his digit slowly in and out of her before adding a second digit. His body felt about to combust. Damn it, his cock wanted to be where his fingers were, but he knew now that things had to go slowly with Angel. She had some bad experience, and it bothered him that anyone could hurt her.

He pumped his fingers faster as he slurped her cream and nibbled her flesh.

“Your pussy’s so tight, Angel, I can’t wait to shove my cock in there and fuck you real good.”

She moaned again, apparently liking the dirty talk despite her reservations.

“Would you like that, sugar? Would like my dick in this pussy, fucking you real good?”

“Yes, oh God yes,” she squealed in a rough whisper, now holding his head firmly against her pussy. He licked and finger-fucked her simultaneously until he felt her tighten and grip his fingers hard. He knew she was about to orgasm. “You know what it’s going to be like when the four of us make love to you? I can see you sucking Marcel’s cock while Remy and I take turns tasting and fucking this pussy. And Armand will be in this ass,” he stated as he pressed his thumb to her puckered hole. She screamed against his shoulder as she pumped her hips against his fingers and held on to his shoulders tight. He continued to finger-fuck her as the sloshing sound echoed around the high-pitched sounds of insects in the night. She gripped his shoulders tight as she panted against him.

He let her leg down then pulled her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and he could feel her legs were still shaking in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm. Eloi lifted her up into his arms and carried her up the steps to the gazebo. Her long hair cascaded over his shoulder, and the sweet scent of her shampoo caressed his senses. He gave her body another squeeze, unable to resist the desire and need to be as close as he could to her and to savor this moment.

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Angelique kept her face against Eloi’s neck, absorbing his scent and the connection she felt to him after what they just did. One minute she was scared and pissed off, and the next she was practically begging him to fuck her. Now the embarrassment set in as well as how easily his demanding and intimidating personality got the best of her.

The cool night air caressed her backside, making her realize that she needed to find her panties. How the hell was she going to do that in the dark? Eloi must have sensed her anxiety.

“Looking for these?” Eloi asked in a husky voice, and her panties were hanging from his index finger. She went to grab them, but instead he pulled her tighter against his chest, and her legs straddled his waist. She could hear the rumbling in his chest as he chuckled then rubbed her back.

“Just let me hold you a bit. I’m not letting you go anytime soon after that,
chère
,” he stated as his warm breath collided with her hair.

She wasn’t certain how long they sat there, but she was content. The sound of his cell phone ringing disturbed their rendezvous, and the reality that it was time to leave made her heart sink inside her chest. Eloi answered the phone as Angelique attempted to grab her panties from his hand. Of course the smug male didn’t let her get them.

“With me at the gazebo,” he stated into his phone.

“No, I’m just teasing her with her panties I took off her a while ago,” he stated to whoever was on the other end, and she was shocked. He closed his phone and placed it back in the clip on his hip. With one hand, he held the panties, and with the other hand, he curled a finger, indicating that she come to him. Of course she refused. In fact, she gave him a bit of his own medicine.

“I don’t need those panties anyway. It’s not like anyone is going to stop me on my way home,” she stated then turned to leave. It took Eloi about a half a second to catch her by her arm and pull her to him. He held her hand and her panties behind her back as he faced her.

“That pussy is mine and my brothers’. You aren’t flaunting around the city with nothing under that dress,” he scolded, and she tried to hide her giggle. But then she felt him doing something to her hands.

“Are you up there?” Armand asked through the darkness, and Angelique jumped at the realization that she and Eloi were no longer alone. She might as well be naked now that her panties were off. Oh yikes, she felt her pussy leak. She was actually turned on by this. Eloi spoke over her shoulder, and she realized that he used her panties to tie her hands together.
Oh crap.

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Armand took a deep breath as he walked up the steps to the gazebo. He didn’t know if Eloi was fucking with him or not about removing Angelique’s panties. All he knew was that he thought she left and then Margarite mentioned to her men that she felt maybe Angelique was scared of him and his brothers because of a bad experience with a man. He was jealous, and he was angry, but mostly overwhelmed with the need to find her and hold her. Marcel and Remy were saying good night to their parents then headed this way. Eloi had picked a great spot to make out with Angelique. His dick felt so damn hard that each step he took was torture.

“What seems to be happening here? You got some trouble, Sheriff?” Armand asked, and Angelique swayed.

“This woman of ours got no panties on. She thinks that she is actually going to go home like this,” Eloi stated then licked along Angelique’s neck, causing her to roll her head back. Armand took position behind her.

“Really?” he asked then slowly bent down a little, placing his hands on her knees before slowly sliding them up and under her dress. He could feel the soft, smooth skin on Angelique’s legs. They were shaking, and her body moved toward Eloi.

“Really. Have yourself a look,” Eloi said, and Armand continued to push upward until he covered her ass cheeks with the palms of his hands.

“Oh God!” Angelique whispered then jumped as Armand pressed his erection between her ass cheeks. Even with the dress pants on, she could feel his hard cock. He moved his hands to her hips and squeezed while he thrust slowly, causing her to spread her legs apart a few inches.

“You’re right, Eloi, she’s not wearing any panties,” Armand whispered against her bare shoulder.

“She’s naughty, that’s why,” Eloi said then reached up and pinched her nipples despite the material barrier.

Armand pulled her back against his chest then glided his hands to the front of her waist from behind. He nibbled on her neck, and she laid her head back against his left shoulder.

“You know what happens when a man finds a woman naked under her dress?” he asked, and she squirmed as her breathing grew rapid. He squeezed her hip bones, and she lightly pulled back toward Eloi. Armand wouldn’t have it. It was his turn with their woman. He wrapped his arm around her waist and used his other hand to cup her pussy. She moaned again, and he caressed the folds, amazed at how hot and wet she was.

“Fuck, baby, you hot, hot, hot down there,” Armand whispered as he used his fingers to spread her folds.

“She’s real hot, Armand, and wet and delicious,” Eloi responded as he helped to lift her left leg up and place it on the bench. Armand adjusted his stance and his hold of her.

“She looks so edible, Armand. Her breasts pushed out like so, her red plump lips parted, and her legs spread just right. You have to taste her.”

“So do we,” Remy chimed in as he and Marcel approached the gazebo from behind Eloi.

“What took you so long?” Armand asked while he pressed two fingers up into Angelique and made her moan. His brothers just stared in amazement as they took position in front of her and beside Eloi.

“We’re here now. That’s all that matters, and I want some dessert,” Marcel stated then fell to his knees in front of Angelique. He caressed her thighs as he raised her dress higher.

“Can I take me a taste, Angel?” Marcel asked.

Angelique tried to look at him, but instead she moaned and thrust her hips toward him and against Armand’s fingers.

“I think that’s a yes, bro,” Eloi said then chuckled.

Armand slowly removed his fingers to give Marcel some room. He cupped her right breast and pinched the nipple.

“Oh yeah, this here looks real good,” Marcel whispered as he spread her pussy lips and licked her folds. Angelique muffled her own scream as her body tightened then shook in Armand’s arms.

“She likes that a real lot, bro, keep it up,” Armand told him, and Marcel continued to get his taste of their woman.

It was Remy who began kissing Angelique’s shoulder on her left side then slowly pushed her dress down low enough to pull a breast from confinement. He poked out his tongue and licked her nipple, causing it to bead before their eyes.

“She’s real responsive,” Armand whispered while he tweaked the nipple and breast he held in his own hand. He could feel her body shaking and her moans grew louder.

“My hands. Oh, please untie me,” she begged as she tried to pull her hands forward.

“That’s your punishment for trying to leave here with no panties on,” Eloi reprimanded with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“But I can’t touch them and I can’t take it, I’m going to explode,” she told them.

Marcel increased his speed while he finger-fucked her and caressed her inner thighs.

They could hear Marcel slurping then Angelique moan again.

“Oh God, what are you doing down there?” she demanded to know. Her voice sounded deep and sexy to them. Whatever Marcel was up to, it was making their woman wild.

“My turn, bro,” Armand interrupted. Then Marcel kissed her pussy before he rose to his feet and took Armand’s position holding Angelique.

He stood in front of her and smiled.

“She looks so fucking hot, yeah?” Armand asked out loud. He absorbed her naked body from the waist down, her wet pussy and her long, toned legs. He could see the blush across her breasts which were now both out from behind the confines of the dress she wore. She looked like a goddess. Their goddess.

Armand bent down and kissed her leg from behind her knee to her inner thigh. She squirmed and wiggled as Marcel held her against his chest with his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand over her breast.

“Fucking beautiful,” Armand whispered then poked his tongue out to taste the glistening cream that continued to leak from her pussy.

“You hot for us, huh,
chère
?” he asked then plunged his tongue inside her folds. Her legs gave out, but Marcel caught her, and Remy placed a hand under her thigh to spread her wider for Armand’s ministrations as well as for support. She continued to moan as Armand sucked, nibbled, and licked her pussy in between pressing his finger in and out of her cunt. She was hot and wet for them, and he felt triumphant. She wanted them, and he was certain this would work out. He continued to finger-fuck her in between licks as she moaned and thrust her hips forward.

“I can’t take it,” she nearly growled as her body dipped, and she burst into flames beneath his wicked tongue. He licked and sucked until she was shaking for release, and then he felt the tap to his shoulder. Remy wanted in.

Armand kissed Angelique’s pussy then slowly rose, caressing her thighs on his way back up.

“Sit down with her there,” Remy told Marcel, and Marcel pulled her to the bench.

Armand lifted her so she was sitting on Marcel with her back against him and her legs over his thighs spread wide before them.

She had to sit up because her hands remained tied behind her back, but the position caused her breasts to push forward as well as her pussy. It was such a sight.

“Fucking amazing, Remy. She looks like a feast,” Armand complimented as Remy knelt down between her legs.

“Don’t she, and she’s all mine, too,” he whispered as he blew warm air against her folds.