Desired Too (8 page)

He charged into my room, locked the door behind himself, and I backed away giving him space. Then he forced me against the wall behind me, which was opposite the bathroom. I looked in his eyes as he raked them over my semi-covered naked body. Angel moved closer to me and went instantly to my right hand. I thought he would take my hand straight to his mouth, but, shit, he didn’t. No, this freak of a man guided my fingers to my folds and pushed into my sex. I gasped lightly at the harsh intrusion, but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. His gray eyes stayed on mine as he circled my fingers in my wetness, then slowly brought them to his mouth. I watched in amazement as he sucked both of my fingers slowly, not once, not twice, but I swear he made sure to get every drop of my taste.

“Even better than I remembered,” he panted, voice hoarse and pained.

Oh, fuck this shit.

I wanted him naked. I wanted him inside me right now. The way he moved his arms back from me made me wonder if I’d said those words aloud or in my head. I brought my hands to his hair, gripped and brought his lips to mine. He answered my hunger with a hunger of his own as he pushed me forcefully up against the wall

No matter, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and it pooled on the floor. I instantly went for his belt buckle, undid it with fumbling hands and went straight for his button and zipper. I didn’t hear the jeans fall right away, but finally I heard a hard thud, then I went for the prize that was encased in his briefs, which I knew was screaming for release.

I let go of his lips and said to him, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt, “Make me cum, baby. Please? I need to feel you inside me right now.”

Angel brought a foil packet, out of nowhere, to his lips. He pulled the condom out of its wrapper and looked away from me for only a second, but it felt like forever.

I encouraged him by positioning my foot against the opposite wall, making the entrance to my pussy open and ready. I was ready. I was…

“Oh, shit!” I screamed as he pummeled into me.

Yeah, I wasn’t ready
.

Angel gripped my ass and pushed into me with such force that I only had time to grab his arm before he started his unrelenting thrusts in my folds. I couldn’t keep quiet. I wasn’t prepared for what he was doing to me. My foot being against the opposite wall opened me up to his wrath. He was hitting my spot so deep that I was cumming instantly. I gripped him tight and buried my face into his neck, trying my best to take everything he was giving me. Oh, it was heaven. It was…

“Oh, shit. Baby, wait,” I exclaimed suddenly, as he moved my leg further up his hip.

I was barely on my tiptoes, and I was using my foot that was against the wall as leverage. Now with my leg against him, he was moving harder with sharp thrusts. As much as I tried, I didn’t have a leg to stand on, literally. My tiptoes weren’t cutting it.

“Angel,” I bit into his shoulder through the shirt that he still had on as an overwhelming wave of pleasure suddenly hit me. I gripped his back tight, trying to hold on for dear life. But it wasn’t working. I was coming nonstop, stars dancing behind my eyes. My grip on him was weakening. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ti voglio scopare tutta la note, Raquel”

Shit, is that Italian? Is he speaking Italian?

“
Ti desidero disperatamente, Cara Mia”

I was at a loss as he drowned his dick with my pussy juices. I was trying to stay in control, but the moment he started whispering Italian shit into my ear, I knew it was over. I mean, again, I had no clue what the Italian that he was speaking meant, but his deep voice laced with anguish, it seemed, had me hesitating on telling him to stop.

Finally, though, I whispered in his ear, “Please, baby, I can’t. I-”

He quickly stopped moving and looked into my eyes. He softly caressed my face with his knuckles. “Am I hurting you?” he breathed out.

I shook my head and tried to speak. My breath was coming too fast, sweat was trickling down my forehead and I could feel my hair stuck to my face. I know I had to look haggard to him. Hell, I felt exhausted and he hadn’t even been in me for very long.

He pulled out of me gently, picked me up and cradled my shaking body against him as he moved further into my room. I buried my face in his neck, closed my eyes and inhaled him deeply. He felt so good that my chest started to swell from his tenderness. I held on tight until I felt the mattress against my back.

I let go of him and moved further on the bed, eyes still closed. I only opened them when I realized he hadn’t gotten into bed with me. I sat up a little and found him seated in the only chair in the room watching me. I noticed he had his jacket and pants thrown over the desk next to him.

Trying not to let the fear escape my lips, I asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’ve missed you, Raquel,” he admitted decisively.

I took a few deep breaths to calm the nerves that were starting to create butterflies in my stomach. It wasn’t the first time that he told me this, but it felt like it was.

I did say to him, “I’ve missed you too.”

He shook his head, saying, “You will not leave me again.”

Shit!

“Angel…”

“You will not leave me again!” he repeated, voice rising to a level that made me tightened my lips, swallowing a response as I watched him stand and pull his shirt over his head.

My eyes instantly went to his chest. He had added a few tattoos, I noticed, but my eyes quickly traveled straight to his abs and that V-shaped muscle that pointed to a raging hard-on pulsing underneath his boxers.

“You will not leave me again…
ever
. You will not deny me what belongs to me, and you, Raquel, belong to me.”

I bit my bottom lip, not to stop from telling him that I belonged to no one, but from actually saying yes. Goodness, this man was a specimen of damn perfection, and the way I was feeling right now, I would admit to anything.

As he pulled his boxers down his muscled thighs slowly, I tightened mine together. I could feel my sex throbbing with anticipation of being rocked to sleep oh so thoroughly.

Angel climbed on the bed and moved between my legs. He dropped packets of condoms next to my thigh, brought his hands underneath my legs and pushed my thighs back until my wet cove was right in his face.

“You will learn, Raquel,” he softly threatened, his breath rushing against my wetness. “You will learn that you belong to me. I will teach you something your body and heart already knows. Your mind will come to its senses once I blow it, and you’ll have nothing to hide behind.”

Wh-what?!

I fell back forcefully as my knees rested on his shoulders, leaving my womanly goodness open for him. He looked down at it and licked his lips as if someone had placed a juicy steak in front of him.

“Oh, yes, baby, I’ve missed you, and I’ve fucking missed my pussy…”

I melted against the sheets the moment I felt his tongue on me. Goodness, it was just as I remembered; if not better. Angel could be very impatient, demanding and controlling, as you noticed the other day. Oh, but, when he’s between my legs, he had the patience of a predator waiting for his prey.

I don’t know how long he was between my thighs. I just know he did everything he could to drive me insane. He used his tongue and his fingers methodically to push me to the edge of ecstasy. I grabbed everything I could around me to impede my destruction, but it was no use. He expertly used what he had to control my body. Just when I thought he would let me go, he’d merely gripped my thighs tighter and teased me more.

I was losing my mind.

“Angel, please. You’re driving me crazy.”

He lifted his head and our eyes met. “Do you want me to stop?”

“What?” I stammered eyes wide as shit.

“You heard me; do you want me to stop? Just say the words, and I’ll let you go.”

“Just like that?” I panted.

The bastard actually smiled at me, “Yup, just like that.”

Of course, I didn’t believe him, but I said anyway, “Okay, can you give me a breather?”

And just as I suspected, his smile disappeared as he shook his head. “No!”

Before “asshole” floated from my lips with my next breath, he dove back in between my creases and damn it if he didn’t increase the intensity with every sweep of his tongue. The instant he finally gave me the release I’d been desperately searching for, I shattered. As I came, I screamed out the most torturous sound I’d ever made. I mean, I felt like I was completely out of control. My breath was labored, but quick. My heart was beating on my rib cage and goodness, my heated center continued to call out to him as he continued to feast despite my orgasm.

This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t have this much control over me he-

“Oh shit… oh shit… Oh, my goodness gracioussssssssss…”
Shit, not again!

My head felt like it was going to explode!

“Angellll!” I cried out and tried to close my legs with his face still between them. His answer to that was to push my legs back and smothered me again as if he was completely addicted to my taste. I don’t know what the hell he was doing but shit, I knew that it felt so fucking good. I had never experienced anything like it, not even with him.

I tried to move from him, but he wouldn’t let me go. He kept his devilish lips attached to me, bringing me through orgasm after orgasm, giving me no way of recuperating.

Finally, he came up for air, letting my legs go, but not before saying, “Do you need to be reminded of whose pussy this is or where you belong?”

I laid flat on the bed not moving, trying to come down from the orgasmic overdose he’d just given me. My heart rate quadrupled. My mouth was dry. I couldn’t move or respond to him if someone had paid me to.

I watched Angel wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, grab a condom and cover himself. Then he crawled up my body, stopping at my breasts and caressed them the exact same way that I had dreamed he would; with tenderness, longing, and something else I don’t want to admit aloud.

My hands immediately went to his hair, and I clenched tight as every nerve in my body came alive screaming, wanting, needing the heat from his touch to make my body explode. I wanted to explode again. I wanted him to make me ignite the only way he knew how, filling me and claiming me as his own. I was becoming impatient as he took his time with me, instead of quickly claiming what he’d said was
his pussy
.

“Angel, please,” I whimpered softly, tired of his teasing.

“Put me inside you, baby,” he said just as he moved his lips from my breasts to my own lips.

Hands slightly shaking with anticipation, I did as I was told, and my body erupted in pure ecstasy as he slowly slid into my folds.

“Damn, baby. Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear.

I tried to shift underneath him as my body got used to the intrusion.

Wow, I don’t remember him being this big.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked me again for the second time, and I felt like an amateur.

My eyebrows scrunched as I replied, “Uh no, but I’ll hurt you if you don’t start moving your ass.” Then I smacked him on his muscled ass to bring home the point.

Angel chuckled, then started moving slowly and oh, how he moved.

“You know I love it when you talk shit,” he breathed.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as his stroke and hip movements forced my body and mouth to moan with pleasures.

Wait, can I bring up his hip motions again? I swear, he was like a seasoned male exotic dancer. Freaking Magic Mike was between my legs right now.

“Oh, sweet mother…” bellowed from my lips as I tried my best to stop my body from getting used to this, from my mind accepting the feeling of completeness, of wholeness and my goddamn heart from opening up to him.

“Open your eyes, baby.” When I obeyed, he coaxed me, “That’s it, keep them on me.”

Then he started to speak more Italian to me.

Damn, I’m so weak.

He could be saying how much of a slut I was and that he hated my guts, but here I was, creaming every time that Italian language came out of his mouth. Those damn flutters in my stomach kicked up a few notches hearing him talk shit back to me or moaning his pleasures. As he brought his lips back to mine, I moved my legs further along his waist for a deeper penetration that brought a deep penetrating “Fuckkkkkk” from his lips.

“Raquel, baby, you feel so fucking good… So tight, so wet. This is my pussy, baby…
Mio
,
Cara Mia
.”

All I could do was say yes and tell him everything that he wanted to hear as he, in fact, claimed me for his very own. My mind knew it, my body knew it, and, God, my heart knew it too. My stubborness, however, was making me pump the breaks.

I can’t hold back from him anymore. I also can’t allow myself to get wrapped up in this fantastic dick. I need to stay strong I need to…

“Shit! Got damn! Fuck! … Leo, babyyyyyy…”

Oh, fuck it!

I pushed Angel up, signaling that I wanted control. He rolled on his back and gave it to me. I looked him straight in the eyes, resting one hand above his head against the wall and the other next to him, and I took what
I’d
deemed to be mine.