“Sure. This has been a very strange day.” The soft giggle that falls from her sweet lips tightens my chest and thickens my cock until it can barely be contained.
“I know things have been bad for you today, Angel, but I hope they’re also starting to become good. Because this is quickly becoming the best day I’ve had in as long as I can remember.”
Her hesitant, sweet smile lights up my heart and I swear her shoulders quiver as she starts to laugh, the tension of what’s just happened starting to ease. When I give her fingers a little squeeze and she returns the same, I feel like the world has
become a more beautiful place. There’s fucking rainbows and unicorns dancing around in my head. Maybe that’s fucking crazy but it’s true.
I reach my left hand across my body to put the Charger in drive because I refuse to let go of her hand. As I ease the car forward, I hear the soft sigh that tumbles from her ripe, glazed lips and I imagine what sounds she will make the first time my tongue slips inside her cunt.
Hell, I’m almost afraid of the sounds I will fucking make the first time I get my mouth on her innocence. I know a lot of people think I’m half animal already, and fuck, maybe I am because the thought of her flavor as it spreads over my tongue has rumbles and growls already surfacing from some primal part of me I’ve never known before.
The sound of her happiness is my muse. It’s more beautiful than anything I’ve heard before and it makes me wonder what I will do when I hear her cum for the first time. It may just be what kills me.
We’re at the back of the parking lot when she draws our entwined fingers over onto her thigh, hiking up the hem of her skirt a little. I’m not even sure she knows why she’s doing it, but I do. As she exposes the warm, silky skin, my ability to concentrate on driving gives out.
I aim the car into the furthest back corner of the lot, where huge oak trees overhang, nearly covering us, then I put it back in park and release her fingers from mine. The windows are nicely tinted as well, so I’m sure no one will be able to see. I’m greedy to feel her flesh under my palm. Even now my fingers are tightening on the inside of her thigh, and I just wish I were kissing her there.
“Why are we stopping?”
“Because, Angel, I can’t wait. There are things I can’t stop thinking about, things I want to do to you, and I’m afraid I will drive us off the road if I don’t get some relief. I can’t stop thinking of how your cunt will taste, how your tongue will feel inside my mouth, and that’s just the beginning.” I search her face, almost shocked at the honesty and vulgarity of my own words. I fully expect her to smack my hand away. But somehow I know it won’t matter. What’s mine is mine, and sooner or later she will come to understand.
But my Angel has a surprise up her sleeve for me.
“Why aren’t you kissing me then?” She pushes my hand another two inches up her silky skin, turning her body my way, and my mind goes blank.
For the space of a single breath, my life is focused on those beautiful words, and I can hear my blood pumping in my ears. A single sentence, but it means the universe to me.
You’ve never seen such a giant man move so quickly.
Chapter Eight
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MAGNUS
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.