“What time are we supposed to be at your parents’? Maybe we can make a pit stop if we have time.” My hand slips up his thigh. His cock hardens under my palm.
“We’re not going.” He lifts my hand up, locking his fingers with mine. The back of the car grows silent. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t think he wants me to do a happy dance.
I instantly feel guilty for having that thought. They are his family. I know how much mine means to me.
“Okay. Are you sure? I haven’t met your father.”
“It’s pointless and needless.” I can feel the mood shift all around us. The air seems to get colder.
“All right,” I agree. “Unless—”
“I said we aren’t going and it’s final.”
I snap my hand back from his, not used to this tone from him. Well, I’m not used to it directed at me anyway.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Angel.” He runs a hand down his face, and I can tell that there’s an inner war raging inside of him. “I don’t want them near you.”
“Then I won’t go near them.” He stares at me for a long moment.
“You’re so damn sweet.” It almost sounds like that’s a bad thing. The car barely stops when we get back to his place, and he’s already pulling me out.
We don’t make it to the bedroom this time. He makes true on his words, bending me over the side of the sofa. With one swipe my panties are gone, and my skirt is bunched up around my waist.
“Always ready for me,” he groans when his hand goes to my sex. He starts to play with my clit as he thrusts inside of me all the way. “Fuck, I need this.”
I grab on to the cushions as he fucks me. That’s what this is. It’s hard and fast. All his control gone. It doesn’t take me long before I’m coming. He keeps going. His hand leaves my clit to grab my hair. He pulls me back, taking my mouth in a hard kiss.
“Is this what you want? A husband who would fuck you like this?”
“Logan.” I breathe his name out against his lips. I’m going to come again.
“When I’m pissed or in a bad mood, all I can think about is fucking you hard. My sweet Angel. I want to dirty you up. All night you let me come in you over and over again. Did you know all I kept thinking was that you’re my little cum slut? That you were taking every last drop of me and then crawling back on my dick begging for more. I kept getting hard thinking about what my cum was going to do once it was inside of you.”
I explode. My body gets off on every word that leaves his mouth. It’s true, everyone usually sees me as an Angel, but I want this too. To be dirty for him sometimes.
“Fuck,” he shouts, coming with me. I feel him spill deep inside of me. He leans down, his chest pushing into my back as he kisses my neck. “You got off on that.” I nod my head, not sure if I will ever be able to move again.
“What have I done?” he says as he pulls himself from me. I feel the space between us expanding by the second. That feeling of dread comes back with a vengeance.22LoganI took her like a fucking animal. I really am no better than the rest of my family. She was a virgin less than 24 hours ago, and I’ve treated her this way. Worse when she stands turning around to face me, and I watch my cum leak down her thighs. My cock jerks, starting to get fully hard again.
“You’re pulling away.” She clears the space between us. Her hand wraps around my cock. “I love you. And I love everything you just did. Yes, I do want you to take me like that if you need to work something out of your system.”
“You don’t want that.”
“But I do.” Because I’ve made her crave it. It has been the plan all along, and now I hate that I ever planned to get her addicted to me. Before I can stop her, she’s dropping to her knees. A better man would grab her and lift her back to her feet. But I’m not a better man. I let her wrap that mouth around me.
My fingers dig into her hair, and I fuck her mouth as hard as I took her pussy. She takes every inch of me. She even slips her fingers between her legs, bringing herself to orgasm as I come down her throat. She sucks every drop of me down. In fact, she doesn’t stop sucking me until I pull her to her feet and kiss her.
“I have to let you go, Angel.” The words are hard to get out. Yet I know it’s the right thing to do. She deserves better than what I can offer her.