Angels in Leather
Page 32
“Now, Axel,” I breathe. “Fuck. Me.”
He reaches down by my side, and takes my hands, lifting them above my head. I squirm beneath him, loving that he’s restraining me. His chest rumbles with want, and I know he likes it when I fight. So, I continue squirming. I continue tugging my hands in his. He moans, and then he jerks his hips forward, filling my pussy with his sweet, hard cock in one swift movement.
I scream. I can feel every inch of him inside me, and the burning pain that’s shooting into my pelvis is exquisite. Axel hisses through clenched teeth, and he rotates his hips, not pulling out of me, but letting me feel all of him. Oh. Fuck. Yes.
He slowly slides his cock out, and then he plunges back in again, causing my body to slide up the grass just a little. God, I want to touch him, I want to put my hands on those bulging arms, I want to put my lips on his skin, I want to taste him, and feel every part of him.
“Let my hands go,” I beg. “I want to touch you.”
“No,” he grunts, jerking his hips again, and driving his cock deeper.
“Please,” I whimper, tugging my hands again.
“God,” he growls, and I realize my fight is turning him on.
I decide, in that heated moment, it’s turning me on too.
“Let me go,” I plead, squirming beneath him.
“Stop movin’, God, you know I fuckin’ love it.”
I tug hard, and one of my hands comes free. I reach up, and I shove my fingers into his hair, tugging his head back. “Let. Me. Go.”
He lets off a ragged groan, and I watch the muscles in his neck work while his head is on this angle. I lift my head, and press my lips to the bulge in his throat, and he groans. His hips work faster, and I can feel his piercings rubbing every part inside my body. God, I want to come, I need to come. I haven’t had a man fuck me like this before; so raw, so brutal, so completely fucked up.
“Axel,” I murmur, “I need to come.”
“Then come,” he grunts, thrusting his hips harder. “Cricket, come for me.”
Oh God, when he calls me Cricket...it tugs something deep inside. He rotates his hips again, and his jaw is tight and straining. He wants to come, too, but he’s holding back. I feel myself tightening around him, and it seems, in the throes of passion, that I need something to take me over too. “R-r-restrain me,” I rasp.
“What?” he chokes.
“Restrain me!” I cry out, arching into him.
He moves quickly, taking my hands again and shoving them painfully behind my back, which means they’re under my and squashed against the grass. His lips crush down on mine, and like this, I can’t move.
It’s all I need. I come, and I come with force. My screams fill the night, and my body shakes uncontrollably.
Then Axel is pulling out of me, and jerking my body up.
His cock is in my mouth, and I can taste myself, and him, all mixed in one. I groan raggedly, and I take him as deep as I can.
“Fuck, Cricket,” he bellows, as the first warm spurt of come hits my tongue.
I take all of him, relishing the taste of our arousal. He jerks his hips, fingers tangled in my hair, until there’s nothing left. Then slowly, he slides his cock from my mouth, and presses my face against his belly. I can feel his muscles bulging against my cheeks. I take the moment that’s been given to me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me.
“Well, well, well, how fuckin’ sweet.”
I jerk back at the voice that has come from behind us in the darkness. Axel’s entire body stiffens, and he’s on his feet in a split second, jeans up, gun drawn. I scurry about for my pants, and I jerk them on before getting to my feet beside him. He takes my arm, and pulls me behind his body.
“Fuckin’ the daughter of the man you killed? That’s low even for you, Axel. I bet she likes it when you make her fight, doesn’t she?”
Axel growls, and his hand goes to his gun. “What the fuck are you doin’ here, Beast?”
“I’m here to get what’s mine. I believe she’s right behind you.”
“She’s not yours, she’s mine, and if you so much as take a step toward her, I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.”
I peer around Axel to see a large man standing with a massive shotgun in his hands. He’s huge, with a bald head, a long beard, and tattoos covering all of his skin. My eyes widen, and I step closer to Axel, suddenly needing to feel safe.
“I wonder what she’ll look like on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, sucking a poor victim’s cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Axel? Tell me, does she know all your dirty little secrets? Does she know what you did to them?”
Them?
“I did nothing,” Axel roars, “you piece of shit.”
“Now, now, Axel, don’t lose your temper. We’re just old friends talking.”
“Three seconds, Beast,” Axel warns.
I hear the cocking of a gun, and I stare around again to see Beast pointing the gun at Axel. My heart leaps into my throat, and I gasp.
“Step around him, girl, and come to me. Even if he shoots me, I’ll make sure I blow his brains out before I go down. Come to me, and I won’t hurt him.”
I take a step around Axel.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, Meadow,” he warns.
“Three seconds, and he’s bloody chunks on the ground,” Beast snarls. “One...”
I take another step.
He reaches down by my side, and takes my hands, lifting them above my head. I squirm beneath him, loving that he’s restraining me. His chest rumbles with want, and I know he likes it when I fight. So, I continue squirming. I continue tugging my hands in his. He moans, and then he jerks his hips forward, filling my pussy with his sweet, hard cock in one swift movement.
I scream. I can feel every inch of him inside me, and the burning pain that’s shooting into my pelvis is exquisite. Axel hisses through clenched teeth, and he rotates his hips, not pulling out of me, but letting me feel all of him. Oh. Fuck. Yes.
He slowly slides his cock out, and then he plunges back in again, causing my body to slide up the grass just a little. God, I want to touch him, I want to put my hands on those bulging arms, I want to put my lips on his skin, I want to taste him, and feel every part of him.
“Let my hands go,” I beg. “I want to touch you.”
“No,” he grunts, jerking his hips again, and driving his cock deeper.
“Please,” I whimper, tugging my hands again.
“God,” he growls, and I realize my fight is turning him on.
I decide, in that heated moment, it’s turning me on too.
“Let me go,” I plead, squirming beneath him.
“Stop movin’, God, you know I fuckin’ love it.”
I tug hard, and one of my hands comes free. I reach up, and I shove my fingers into his hair, tugging his head back. “Let. Me. Go.”
He lets off a ragged groan, and I watch the muscles in his neck work while his head is on this angle. I lift my head, and press my lips to the bulge in his throat, and he groans. His hips work faster, and I can feel his piercings rubbing every part inside my body. God, I want to come, I need to come. I haven’t had a man fuck me like this before; so raw, so brutal, so completely fucked up.
“Axel,” I murmur, “I need to come.”
“Then come,” he grunts, thrusting his hips harder. “Cricket, come for me.”
Oh God, when he calls me Cricket...it tugs something deep inside. He rotates his hips again, and his jaw is tight and straining. He wants to come, too, but he’s holding back. I feel myself tightening around him, and it seems, in the throes of passion, that I need something to take me over too. “R-r-restrain me,” I rasp.
“What?” he chokes.
“Restrain me!” I cry out, arching into him.
He moves quickly, taking my hands again and shoving them painfully behind my back, which means they’re under my and squashed against the grass. His lips crush down on mine, and like this, I can’t move.
It’s all I need. I come, and I come with force. My screams fill the night, and my body shakes uncontrollably.
Then Axel is pulling out of me, and jerking my body up.
His cock is in my mouth, and I can taste myself, and him, all mixed in one. I groan raggedly, and I take him as deep as I can.
“Fuck, Cricket,” he bellows, as the first warm spurt of come hits my tongue.
I take all of him, relishing the taste of our arousal. He jerks his hips, fingers tangled in my hair, until there’s nothing left. Then slowly, he slides his cock from my mouth, and presses my face against his belly. I can feel his muscles bulging against my cheeks. I take the moment that’s been given to me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me.
“Well, well, well, how fuckin’ sweet.”
I jerk back at the voice that has come from behind us in the darkness. Axel’s entire body stiffens, and he’s on his feet in a split second, jeans up, gun drawn. I scurry about for my pants, and I jerk them on before getting to my feet beside him. He takes my arm, and pulls me behind his body.
“Fuckin’ the daughter of the man you killed? That’s low even for you, Axel. I bet she likes it when you make her fight, doesn’t she?”
Axel growls, and his hand goes to his gun. “What the fuck are you doin’ here, Beast?”
“I’m here to get what’s mine. I believe she’s right behind you.”
“She’s not yours, she’s mine, and if you so much as take a step toward her, I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.”
I peer around Axel to see a large man standing with a massive shotgun in his hands. He’s huge, with a bald head, a long beard, and tattoos covering all of his skin. My eyes widen, and I step closer to Axel, suddenly needing to feel safe.
“I wonder what she’ll look like on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, sucking a poor victim’s cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Axel? Tell me, does she know all your dirty little secrets? Does she know what you did to them?”
Them?
“I did nothing,” Axel roars, “you piece of shit.”
“Now, now, Axel, don’t lose your temper. We’re just old friends talking.”
“Three seconds, Beast,” Axel warns.
I hear the cocking of a gun, and I stare around again to see Beast pointing the gun at Axel. My heart leaps into my throat, and I gasp.
“Step around him, girl, and come to me. Even if he shoots me, I’ll make sure I blow his brains out before I go down. Come to me, and I won’t hurt him.”
I take a step around Axel.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, Meadow,” he warns.
“Three seconds, and he’s bloody chunks on the ground,” Beast snarls. “One...”
I take another step.
