For Angelo(66)

He sucked her so hard she screamed and clutched his shoulders while her legs tightened around his waist. He moved to her other breast and her fingers moved to his head so she could push her nipple deeper into his mouth. “D-don’t stop,” she gasped, and he sucked on her nipple so hard she saw stars.

He moved further down and her panties went the same way as the rest of her underwear. She caught her breath as he pushed her legs wide open—

And then he was eating her pussy, licking, sucking, nibbling, and she screamed and screamed until pleasure began to stir inside her, making her inner muscles quiver.

“Oh God, Angelo—”

His teeth closed over her clit, and she came hard, Lane’s eyes rolling back as she cried his name out.

But it was just the start.

Even as her orgasm jolted through Lane’s body, she felt him turning her over on her stomach, and then he was slipping inside of her—

Oh my gosh, it felt like he was ripping her into two with his massive cock—

He began ramming his cock into her, so hard and fast that it brought tears to her eyes.

And she wanted more.

“A-Angelo!”

He shuddered at the way she cried his name out, loving and hating it because of the way it brought him down. His perfect match, the rockstar had called her, and now he knew, whether he wanted or not—

It was true.

The knowledge made him withdraw his cock all the way out, but when he thrust back, it was in her other hole, and she screamed at the shocking, beautiful pain of it.

“Oh God, Angelo!”

Wrapping his arm around her, he found the entrance of her pussy and thrust his fingers in. He fucked her both ways, and pulling her hair so she would look at him, he took her mouth with his.

Now, her every hole was his.

He pounded her anus with his cock, fucked her vagina with his fingers, and devoured her mouth with his.

He owned her, he fucking owned her, and he branded his claim on her with every thrust.

He waited for her to protest but she didn’t, only crying and shuddering in his arms, and every inner muscle in her body tightening around his.

More, her body begged him.

More!

More!

More!

The knowledge that she wanted him like this tore through Angelo, and he came with a hoarse growl. He shot his cum to her, and releasing her mouth so he could straighten, he held her by the hair and thrust harder and faster to her as he poured all his cum into her—

She screamed as her own body reached an orgasm, but he didn’t stop, his hips pumping nonstop behind her.

“Angelo, Angelo, Angelo.” Over and over she sobbed his name.

He pulled out, turned her on her back, and drove his cock into her pussy.

“Oh my God, Angelo, please—”

He smiled down at her. “No. I won’t stop.”

She cried out.

“I’m going to fuck you until morning, and you, my Lane, will want it.”

“I’m going to fuck you until I have every hole of your body filled with my cum, and you will want it.”

Aaaaaah.

She lay back and let him take over, knowing that every word was true.

He was going to fuck her until morning, fuck her until every hole was filled with his cum, and she…would…want…it.





Chapter Eighteen





“Thanks for agreeing to watch the concert with me.” Bree gave her new friend a quick hug. Pulling away, she added a bit worriedly, “I just hope you’re okay sitting in the VIP section. I told Dylan it might be better to get us seats at the lower box section, but he wouldn’t hear of it.”

“It’s really okay,” Lane assured the rockstar’s girlfriend. “A-Angelo and I a-agreed that this could be another exercise for me. New coping techniques and a-all that.”

Riiiight. But Lane was already stammering now, and it was just the two of them. What would happen if they were surrounded by some of the snootier fans of Minuit Rouge?

Only one way to find out, Bree thought with a mental grimace. Summoning a smile, she asked Lane, “Let’s go?”

At Lane’s nod, Bree led the way to the concert’s backstage area. There was a huge crowd in front of the doors, all of them girls dressed in every manner of clothing and chanting the names of the band’s male members.

Bree slowly but steadily made her way through the crowd, and the bouncers quickly threw the doors open the moment they saw her face. “Thanks,” Bree said with a smile. She waved to Lane, murmuring, “She’s with me.”

The bouncers nodded but immediately closed ranks as soon as they walked past. When the doors closed, Lane asked, “Do you still feel jealous about them?”

“Every second,” Bree said so feelingly Lane couldn’t help but smile.

“I used to be paranoid and insecure about them, too, but now, I’m used to it. The thought that they want Dylan makes me shrivel inside, but I also know Dylan loves me so…” She looked at Lane and hesitated.