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This is the release I’ve been seeking, the sinful oblivion that can wipe my mind clean if only for a brief time, and as I press against the tight ring of her entrance, Angel releases the single sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I ease inside her, feeling her walls stretch, yielding to my iron girth.
“MerryChristmas,” she gasps, her breaths bordering on hyperventilation.
Once again, I pause, unsure of how to take her unusual expression, though this time, her tone holds the distinct note of an expletive. She’s responding to my size, which even for a woman with experience would be considered above average.
But when I begin to withdraw, Angel whimpers in disappointment.
I press forward a second time, entering her just a little deeper, and her leg wrapped around my waist starts to quiver.
“You want more?” I tease, holding her firmly against my body to support her weight as I rock my hips.
“Yes,” she breathes.
And this time, I press all the way inside her glorious depths. Angel cries out as her pussy tightens around me, warning me that she’s just moments from release, and I want to feel her fall apart around me.
Tightening my arm around her waist, I rock inside her, grinding against her clit at the same time to stimulate her.
“Fudge triple ice cream, I’m coming!” she cries.
And she does, her pussy gripping my hard length with agonizing force as she begs me to join her in ecstasy. God, but I want to. But not yet. I intend to draw this out and deliver a night of pleasure before I take what’s mine.
It’s surprisingly easy to hold onto my load, despite the sinful way she milks my cock, because her mind-boggling expletives drive me to distraction. She must be replacing curse words with these odd phrases, and a bubble of amusement rises in my chest at their astounding innocence. Compared to the sinful nature of our desire and the depravity of my kinks, I find her inability to say “fuck” nothing short of adorable.
As she grows limp with the aftershocks of her climax, I have to pause as the chuckle rumbles up from my chest, unbidden. I haven’t laughed in so long, the feeling is foreign in my throat, and the humor dies as soon as it fractures the sexual tension in the room.
Angel’s eyes find mine, widening in shock, and I wonder if she’s as surprised to hear me laugh as I am, or maybe she’s just realizing her choice of vocabulary for the first time. But her shock is mingled with a heady lust, and as she breathes heavily against my chest, the sensation of her taut nipples pressing into my chest reignites my passion.
The intensity of my attraction for her heats my gaze, and without a word, I scoop her other leg up off the floor and wrap it around my waist. Then, holding her against me with one arm, I reach up to untie her wrists.
She watches my face with open anticipation, her arm falling around my shoulders as soon as her right wrist is free. And when the last of her restraints falls away, her fingers tangle in my hair as she leans in to kiss me.
Still buried in her warm, wet depths, I carry her back to the bed, never breaking the kiss that sets my soul on fire. Something about this woman lights a passion in me that I haven’t felt in far too long. I’m intoxicated by her beauty, captivated by her innocence, enraptured by her eager appetite.
I want more of her. I want all of her, and I want to hear my name on her lips when I make her come again. Falling on top of her, I drive deep inside her pussy as her thighs spread to accommodate my hips.
Angel moans, her head tipping back as she takes all of me inside her for the first time. My cock throbs at the seductive sound, and her walls tighten in response, sending a jolt of anticipation up my spine.
Consumed by this raw, passionate moment, all I can think about is how good it feels to be one with the beautiful girl beneath me. I want to make her feel the same level of soul-consuming fire she’s ignited in me.
As I thrust inside her, we find a rhythm, moving in a smooth and scintillating dance of bliss.
“Come with me, Angel,” I command as the pressure at the base of my spine builds to unbearable levels.
She nods, her honey locks forming a halo around her head. When I rock inside her this time, burying myself deep inside her warm depths, she tightens, gripping my cock like a vise. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge, and I snarl as I release my seed inside her to the hilt.
Her walls flutter around me, her clit throbbing against the base of my cock as she moans my name like a prayer. I wait until the last of her pulsing aftershocks subside, then I slowly ease out of her.
Rising from the bed, I leave her there to dispose of the condom. Then I start to dress.
After catching her breath, Angel seems to get the hint, and she slides off the crimson bed sheets to collect her own clothes and don them. As she bends to tie her shoes, I pull my checkbook from the breast pocket of my suit.
She glances my way from the corner of her eye, and when she straightens, her back is stiffer than I’ve seen it before. Still, when I tear the check from the book and offer it to her, she takes it without a word.
“This is for twice as much as we agreed upon,” she observes after reading it.
Rather than gratitude or even amazement like I had anticipated, Angel seems to shut down, close off, almost as if she’s ashamed about taking the money or insulted that I want to give her more than the original offer.
