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“If you don’t want it, then why are you so wet, angel?” I whisper against her ear.
“I do want you, but I don’t want an audience when you make me come for the first time,” she groans, as I thrust my fingers inside of her, adjusting my hand so the pad of my thumb can press against her pulsating clit.
“Oh, Angel,” I purr. “No one can see you but me and I’m going to make you come so good that nothing and no one else matters.”
I take her mouth almost violently then. Kissing her with all of the hunger and need I have for her. She wraps her arms around me, holding onto me as she begins to ride my hand. I slide through her sweetness, fucking her, making love to her—because that’s what this is.
“Mike,” she moans as I kiss down her neck.
“Come for me, Angel. Come for me,” I practically beg, thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
“Uhhh…” she gasps, not really forming a word, just enjoying the pleasure bombarding her body.
I can feel her walls tremble, her body jerking as she grinds harder and harder. I bend and take her nipple back in my mouth sucking and then teasing it by flicking it with my tongue, before sucking on it harder.
She’s close to the edge and I want to feel her come so bad that I know I can’t wait any longer. I capture her nipple between my teeth and bite down just as my thumb puts pressure on her clit and I grind against it. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers and she shatters.
Violet lets out a cry and I immediately grab her with my free hand bringing her face to my chest. My little tiger bites into me as she comes, her scream stifled as I happily take the sting of pain she delivers.
When she’s done I slowly put just a little distance between us so that she can watch as I lick my fingers clean. Her sweetness hits my tongue and I moan, wishing I could eat her right here and now. I will soon… and I can’t wait.
Violet belongs to me. I’m never letting her go.
Never.28Mike“You okay, Angel?” I ask as Violet slides into the bed—which is really just a mattress on the floor, but a very soft and new mattress. I had it delivered after I got Violet to give me a second chance. I knew what I wanted, and I knew once she let me back in, leaving her would be impossible.
“I’m fine,” she responds, but she doesn’t look me in the eye. She should know that she can’t get away with that. I put my hand under her chin and force her to raise up and make eye contact with me.
“Violet, you’ve barely said two words since I made you come—”
“Do we have to talk about this?”
“You’re blushing,” I murmur, not quite believing it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl blush.
“So?” she huffs. I can’t believe we did that, Mike,” she adds, while burying her head into my chest. I hold her close for a minute, looking up at the ceiling. I didn’t expect this. Violet is always one discovery after another. Who would have thought my Angel, who can dance like pure sin—with a body to back that up—would be shy.
I let my fingers curl into her hair and my eyes close as the sweetness of the moment hits me. A peace moves over me that I didn’t expect at all.
This is it. My whole life there’s been this emptiness inside of me and right now? I can’t feel it at all. This thing between me and Violet is one hundred percent right.
“I gave you pleasure, Violet. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in that.”
“I didn’t say I was ashamed of that,” she mutters, her voice mumbled because her face is still buried into my chest.
“Then what exactly are you ashamed of?” I ask her, needing it explained, because clearly I’m missing something here.
“That I let you do that to me—”
“Fuck, Violet I’m going to do a lot more than that to you and soon. You can’t tell me that you don’t know—”
“I know! But there were others around, and they had to know what we were doing,” she mumbles, looking down again, with her face blooming red.
“They probably did with the way you called out my name,” I laugh, and she slaps me hard against my chest.
“Mike!” she cries.
“Ow,” I laugh, grabbing her hand and kissing it. “I like it, Violet. It makes me happy.”
“Feeds Big Mike’s ego, you mean,” she mutters her gaze watching as I kiss her hand. Her face softens, her pupils deepening in color, and I can’t bring myself to let go of her hand.
“No, I mean I like it,” I correct, refusing to rise to the bait. “I’ve told you, Angel, you’re different. You’re the only one that needs to believe that. It’s not me. I already know how special you are.”
