Page 45 of Where Angels Fall

She eyes me sceptically before she jumps off the table and walks in between my legs, eagerness moving her body faster than I thought possible. Cum dribbles down her thigh, and it's so salacious. It has more cum dribbling out of my slit. I have to grit my teeth as I grip her hips and spin her so she's facing everyone else, and without warning, I pull her onto my cock.

Her wet lips spread as I impale her, and her sharp scream almost douses my own groan of pleasure as her warm channel grips my cock in the most perfect hug. The walls of her pussy flutter around me, so close to coming already. She whimpers like a wanton little slut as she tries to swivel her hips. My fingers bite into her skin, holding her still as I bite her neck, eliciting a sweet cry from her lips.

“Shhhh,” I whisper against her blazing hot skin, “I'm in the middle of a meeting, silly girl.”

My hips slowly roll under her, giving her what she wants, but not enough, appeasing the neediness of my own cock. Just for a second... I can't stay still in this warm fucking cunt because it feels too perfect. My fingers skim up her body until I'm clutching at her tits, gripping them tight. I deliver a sharp slap across her nipple, the skin instantly turning red under my touch, and she arches her back. I do the other one, watching the skin around the nipple turn bright red as I slap it once, twice, three times. Then my fingers pinch over both nipples and stay there, giving her just enough pain and just enough pleasure.

The meeting's almost done anyway, but I keep talking like it's not. “We go to the grey zone tomorrow. We see what he wants, and then we end this fucking war,” I grit out, angry at myself that I have to talk about this while the most perfect pussy is sitting on my cock.

“What if it's a trap?” Matt asks a question that we're all probably thinking.

“He is stupid, but he's not that fucking stupid. He doesn't want every gang in the entire city after him. He doesn't have enough men for that,” I groan.

Maddy tries with all her might to writhe over my cock, and I continue my shallow thrusts beneath her, fucking into her.

Wetness dribbles down my balls, mixed with the cum of my own men as they watch me take my woman in front of them.

“I've been trying to hack into their accounts,” Leon adds, “but their shit is next level. I haven't seen anything like it.”

“Keep trying,” I demand, gritting my teeth as my thrusts grow faster. “Keep fucking trying... Fuck,” I groan, getting sidetracked by my angel's body. “Fuck, you feel so good. Holy fuck, Angel.” My tight grip on her turns bruising.

“We all know this is gonna turn out into an all-out war,” Thomas adds, he's voice raspy, and when my eyes open to find his, they are glazed as he watches us k, his cock tenting his pants.

I smile at him over my angel's shoulder.

“I’ve ordered more weapons than we'll need for the next decade,” I growl. “We won't.... fuck! I'm coming. I'm gonna come inside this dirty little hole, Angel.”

My fingers reach down and circle her clit. The next thing, she's screaming as she shakes and trembles, falling apart. The sound she makes as she explodes is pure animalistic lust, and it sends me over the edge. Filling her up with everything that I have, and I still keep going, thrusting into her, making sure it fills her right up.

“Fuck... Holy fuck,” My forehead lands against her shoulder as her sweet body loosens on top of mine in an instant. Her eyes flutter shut.

I smile, kissing just behind her ear. I knew this would happen, but it's beautiful to see, anyway. Watching her succumb to the pleasure. Watching her drift off into subspace, her body and mind sated.

Thoughts vacate my head as I watch her sleep. Curled up on my couch in one of my dark shirts and track pants that she swims in. I’ve never seen her in anything other than her designer clothing, but even in my baggy clothes she looks divine.

I can’t take my eyes off her. My usual racing mind is now focused on only one thing. How peaceful she looks when she sleeps. So different to the way she holds herself upright, always trying to be so perfect. That fake smile I’ve seen her wear makes me fucking sick to my stomach.

Here and now, she’s not pretending. Just like she wasn’t pretending tonight when she begged for my cock.

When her eyes flutter, she looks disoriented, head swivelling around as she sits up. Her eyes find mine, and for a second, I’m frozen. I shouldn’t have brought her here. Should’ve dropped her back to her house. My home is no place for her.

All of a sudden, she looks nervous, fidgeting as she looks down at the clothes I dressed her in after I showered her, while she was languid in my arms.

“You passed out on me,” I murmur as an explanation. Her body spent and mind empty in the most perfect way.

She nods slowly like that makes sense, before she looks around the lounge room she’s sitting in. And for the first time, I feel nervous.

It’s not the same place it used to be when I grew up in. I paid builders to strip the place bare and turn it into something new. It’s still dark and eerie. But it’s me. Mine. No more blood splatters in the kitchen, no more walls that haunt me.

Her face is unreadable as she hugs her arms around herself. It’s a penthouse; we have that in common. And that’s where the commonalities end. My penthouse has views of the criminal underworld; her view is of opportunities.

We are right next to the club, this building a home to many devils.

I realise I’ve just been staring at her, until she finally speaks.

“I should...,” she swallows. “I should go.”

herYet she doesn’t stand. With her hair slightly wavy from the shower and her face bare of makeup, she looks like she fucking belongs here. Even if I know she doesn’t.