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The thought made my eyes snap open. Angel? Since when did I go around giving women pet names just because they sucked cock like they were going for a gold medal? Sure, Angela was hot, but...she wanted me to marry her. To tie myself to her. A woman I didn't know and didn't particularly like. The thought was sobering.
What the hell was wrong with me? The girl in front of me wasn't an angel, she was the devil herself. Fisting my hands into her hair tighter, I slammed my hips forward. I had been letting her lead, giving her the impression that she was in charge. And that was a dangerous thing to do. She needed to know who she was up against, who she was trying to bribe. If bribe was even the right word.
And I was more than man enough for the job.
When I had finished with her for the night, she would have forgotten all about her silly notions about us getting married and would no doubt run back to daddy with her pretty tail between her legs.
Angela made a gargled noise in the back of her throat as I held her head against me, her dark eyes widening and watering as she struggled to breathe, but she didn't tap out. Her hands stayed in her lap. Glancing down, I had the perfect view of her pouty mouth opened wide, full breasts with their hard little nipples and… I swallowed hard. Her hands weren’t in her lap. They were between her legs.
She was playing with herself. Rubbing furiously.
The damn little devil was enjoying it. She liked my dominance.
I exploded into her tight little mouth, coating her tongue and shooting my load down her throat. And I held her head against me as I did, so she had no choice but to swallow every drop of it down.
“That was nice,” she said when I finally loosened my grip on her hair. Pressing her fingers to her lips, she smiled up at me.
“Yeah.” I turned away. Fuck. The way she had looked at me, the way she had sucked me. It wasn't meant to be like that. My roughness was meant to make her leave me alone. “It was ok.” Gathering up some soft threadbare sweatpants, I slipped them over my legs. “Get into bed. I need to sleep.”
What the hell was I doing? I should have been kicking her skanky manipulative ass out of my room. I should have been telling her to go and find some other schmuck to give up his bed for her. And yet there I was, sliding in under the covers next to her.
“I need to brush my teeth and I left...”
Turning my head to her, I speared her in place with my eyes. “Go to sleep, Angel.”
And there it was, I had done it again. Called her Angel, only this time out loud. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I so whipped by one good blow job that I had forgotten my good sense?
I don’t know how long I laid there after turning off the light. It might have been just minutes but it felt like hours. I could smell her next to me. She didn't touch me, but she didn't need to. Her body radiated warmth. Had I ever shared a bed with a girl while we both slept? Not that I could recollect and part of me liked it. I liked the sweet smell of her skin wrapping around me and the deep even sound of her breathing as she relaxed against the mattress.
Then the smallest of moans filled the room, loud in the quiet, and I froze. Every muscle I had tensed up. That breathy little sound had my cock jumping to attention the moment I heard it. I knew what she was doing.
“Monster.” One small warm hand slid over mine. “Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” I admitted reluctantly. Of course I was awake. How the hell was I meant to sleep when I knew what she was doing right next to me. Every part of me wanted to flick the light back on and watch her do it.
“Can you give me a hand?” Angela was all sweetness but her fingers tightened around mine. She pulled my hand over her body and between her legs. My fingers moved of their own volition, sweeping against her wet slit. And she was fucking wet.
Fuck.
I played with her pussy, working her body towards orgasm before slowing and bringing her back down. It was the only part of her body I touched. We lay side by side, two people who didn't really like each other and I made her cum. Hard.
12
MONSTER
Padding bare chestedand barefoot into the kitchen early the next morning, I was surprised to find Fang nursing a cup of coffee and a face like an angry bear. He raised his head as I entered the room.
Hansel appeared directly behind me, still in the clothes he was wearing the previous night, and chuckled. “Uh-oh, someone’s in trouble.”
I shot him a look of disdain. Hansel was a good man, deep, deep down, but the last few weeks he had begun to get on my nerves. It was like he was purposely looking for a fight with me. Or maybe it was simply that his life was so out of control that it made me want to rip my own teeth out.
“Morning.” I headed towards the coffee pot. If Fang was there to rip me a new one - and it was obvious he was - then I wanted caffeine first.
“I thought I said to get rid of her.” As always, Fang was straight to business. “Not fuck her.”
“You said take care of it and I did.” I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face.
“Fuck’s sake, Monster, that girl has caused you nothing but trouble. Do you really think having her here is going to make things better?”
