“Yes,” she agreed as she softly breathed out the word like it was a prayer.
When I reached down to slip my fingers into her slit, I groaned at how wet she was already. She might be the death of me, but what a way to go.
Lining up the tip of my cock, I worked it in with slow strokes until I was completely meshed with her. My fingers dug into her perfect ass as I slid out and watched as she gripped the edge of the sink expectantly.
Biting my lip, I drove in hard, watching her tits shake with each blissful plunge I took. With each thrust, she clenched tight, driving me wild.
It was a hard, fast, and wild coupling as I pounded into her and she pushed back into me. If I never made it into heaven after I died, I’d be okay, because with her, I was in heaven on earth.
“I’m going to come, I want you to come with me,” she said, stealing my words as I picked up the pace.
When the familiar tingling started in my spine, I grabbed her ponytail, winding it around my fist, and pulled until her back arched and I could reach her better. Careful of her tender shoulder, I reached around to cup her perfect tit and pinch her nipple. She gasped, and her hot, greedy cunt clenched tight around my swelling cock.
“Touch your fucking clit. Now!” I ground out as my orgasm barreled down on me.
Watching her reach down to touch herself made me explode. As I rode the pulsing waves, she whimpered and her sheath gripped my throbbing cock, milking every fucking drop from me. A shudder traveled through me as my world rocked, then righted.
Breathless and sweaty, I cupped her lush breasts and placed a suckling kiss to the side of her neck. My eyes lifted to hers in the mirror. “That was fucking incredible.”
She gave a shaky sigh and nodded. “Hell, yes.”
Not wanting to leave the heat of her body, but already eagerly anticipating a repeat, I slipped out. She whined and I chuckled as I cleaned her up. “I’ll make it up to you when we get back.”
“Promise?” She gave me a sleepy satisfied smile.
“Damn straight.”
“Jude?” It was the first time in weeks she’d used my given name.
“Yeah, baby,” I said as I straightened her clothes, then mine.
“I love you more than is wise.”
Like it always did, those words hit me right in my heart, causing it to trip and stutter. Gently cradling her face, I brought her in. “And I love you more than is safe.”
“AngelsFall”—BreakingBenjamin
Angel held my hand over the console. Three more turns, and we were entering an affluent area in the Westwood neighborhood of Des Moines.
When we pulled up in front of a beautiful historic home, I took a fortifying breath and got out.
Hoping this went well, I rang the doorbell. Though he’d said he’d be home, I was beginning to worry until I heard the lock turn. The door swung open.
“Korrie!” My name was full of joy.
“Dad,” I said as a tear slipped down my cheek. He instantly pulled me into a big bear hug.
“That boy hurting you?” he immediately asked as he paused and looked at Angel over my shoulder. I looked back, then to my father.
“No! Not at all. Dad, things are good with us. Amazing, actually.”
He sighed. “Good.”
We went inside, and after a bit of catching up, Angel took Trace out back. From the look he’d given me, I knew he was giving me some time alone with my dad.
“I’m here for you, Korrie,” my father said when I fell apart the second Angel stepped outside. He held me as I cried and told him everything that had happened. Everything from the moment Angel had walked back into my life. Well, I may have left out some details. Like my son being a healer like his father, and his father being a killer.
Jesus, my life had derailed quickly over the past several weeks. I kept telling myself it had all been a horrible dream.