Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Just as well. If Sonya knew the effect she had on me, there’d be a war. First between her and me for dominance. Next between Black Reign and Salvation’s Bane because her daddy would demand his pound of flesh for me defiling his daughter, and El Diablo would have my back to the death. I’d kept the peace for years inside the club. I could keep the peace outside as well.
The fading light seemed like a blessing. No electricity other than to keep running water meant no lights. I could meditate and calm my mind and my heart. I could get through this with my self-respect intact. Thorn would have no reason to come after me.
I pulled open the curtain so the sunlight filtering through the trees would hit the bed in the morning. A good night’s sleep would help me regain perspective and maybe help me to calm down. I thought I’d fallen in love, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was the meaningful, fun conversation with a beautiful woman. I could have felt this way about any woman. But, given the fact my whole purpose in the club was to talk to people and look to the deeper meaning of what they’re telling me, I doubted my feelings stemmed from anyone other than Sonya.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on my duffel before kicking off my shoes and shorts and sitting on the bed. Normally I slept naked, but it didn’t feel right for some reason. I was the only person Sonya could come to for help or if she needed something. So there was a reasonable expectation she might come in on me at some point. It seemed safer not to have my dick out.
The night was warm and slightly sticky. Both windows were open to allow the breeze to move freely through the cabin. It was a calming sensation over my skin, so I didn’t use the light sleeping bag I’d packed. Instead, I lay on top of the material and let the wind kiss my skin until I drifted off…
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Archangel
Sweet God in heaven! I woke up to the most intense sexual need I’d ever experienced in my whole fucking life! I was about to come and I wasn’t even truly awake yet. Hell, I wasn’t even really sure where I fucking was.
Whoever was sucking my cock had me losing my fucking mind! I groaned and threaded my hands through the silkiest hair imaginable in a tight grip. I wanted to wrap the strands around my cock and jack off with them, but that would mean pulling out of the mouth currently swallowing me down.
It was full dark, the moon but a tiny sliver in the sky. No light gave me a clue as to my surroundings or the people in them. It would be like one of the club whores to sneak into my room and get me to fuck her, but I didn’t think that was the case currently. Every time I thought I could put together what was going on, I’d hear a greedy slurp, followed by a contented sigh of pleasure. Any hope I had of holding a coherent thought vanished.
“Christ!” I thrust my hips up so my cock slid farther into that hot, wet mouth. I tightened my grip in her hair so I guided her movements. “So fuckin’ good.”
A feminine moan hummed around my cock, pushing me that much closer to the edge. Her soft palm gripped the base of my cock and worked the length she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Which wouldn’t do. I batted her hands away and pulled her down farther by her hair. She gagged, but put her hands on my thighs and held on.
“So fuckin’ good!” I growled as I fucked up into her mouth.
“Mmm…” She hummed around me when I let her up. She backed off to a more comfortable depth, but a few seconds later, she gagged herself on my dick again. This time with feeling. She swallowed as she gagged, massaging the head of my cock with every movement of her throat. Saliva and thicker mucus brought on by her exertions eased her way and she continued to take me deep over and over until she had to come up for breath.
I counted backward from ten, trying to keep my control, but it was a losing battle. When I reached four, I erupted into her mouth with a loud groan. She didn’t pull back, didn’t protest when I shot my jizz down her throat. Instead, she swallowed with a contented hum and licked my tip before she pulled away completely.
“Come here,” I growled, pulling her up my body with her hair. She let out a small cry before she giggled. There was something I needed to process. I needed to slow down. But then her lips were fused to mine and I forgot my own fucking name.