My Guardian Angel(37)

“Wider,” he growled. He took my legs and pulled me to him. I yelped in surprise. He took his cock and placed it at my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he said hungrily as he watched his cock push in slowly. “Can you feel me entering you? Do you feel how hard my cock is for you? Only for you,” he said, his voice strained. He finally reached my mound, his erection completely inside me. He released my legs and took my arms, forcing me to sit on him. Our eyes met and my body relaxed.

“I made you even wetter just by looking at you.” He grinned. “Touch me, Kass. Touch me while I fuck you,” he bit out.

He placed his hands on my ass and began to move me up and down. He controlled everything and I didn’t mind one fuckin’ bit. I began to feather his skin as he fucked me. A low moan began to form as I gradually reached his chest. I took his nipple and gently squeezed it, the piercing making it that much more exciting. I squeezed it harder, which earned me a growl.

“More!” he barked. I twisted it and he nearly lost control. He threw me onto the bed and began hammering wildly. I reached out, took him by the back of the neck and forced a kiss. I bit his lower lip and that was my undoing. He growled loudly as he came hard.

Both of us lay on the bed, breathless, lost in our passion for each other. Here I was in Jason’s arms. This was my version of perfection. Jason had an unquenchable thirst for me. He and I had sex all night and I loved every minute of it.





Back Home



I finally finished my edits; here’s to hoping I didn’t need to do more. Why was it harder to edit than to write a story? I had spoken to Tiff and I realized I needed to head back home. She said there were no more suspicious packages left at my house. With the packages no longer coming around, I couldn’t use the excuse of a ‘stalker’ any longer. Plus, I had to admit, even though I was happy to be here with him every day, I missed my home and my space.

“Jason, I want to go home.”

“No! You’re not going anywhere!” Jason roared in response to my wanting to leave. “What? You don’t like being here with me?” he asked.

“That’s not it! I love being here with you, but I can’t stay here forever. Look, the stalker or whatever he was, is now gone and there’s no reason why I can’t get my life back.”

He brooded as he paced around his condo.

“You are safe here. The stalker doesn’t know where I live or knows that I'm your boyfriend. You going back will take away your security. I'm going to be there every day, Kassia, and he’ll know who I am and follow me. Then what? I can’t have something happen to you, not now.”

I smiled at him, making him angrier.

“What are you smiling about?” He stopped pacing and glared.

“Boyfriend,” I giggled.

“Yes, your boyfriend, what the hell else am I?” His stance became hard.

“It’s nice to hear, that’s all,” I reassured him. “Jason, I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He growled, “I'm not okay with this.” He began pacing again.

“You’ll be fine, once you see there’s nothing to worry about. Even though I love being here, I miss my life and my friends.” I walked over to him and blocked his path. I wrapped my arms around him, but he didn’t hug me back. I looked up and gave him my best pouty face.

“So, you miss your friends, huh?” he asked.

“I want to introduce you as my boyfriend. I want to walk around New York on your arm and have fun. Come on baby, don’t be mad.” He still didn’t hug me.

“Baby?” he murmured and I shrugged.

“That’s what you are to me.” I let go of him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

“Who told you to let go? Hug me, woman.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. “Just give me two more days of this heaven and then you can go,” he resigned.

“Heaven?” I mocked.

“Trust me, Kassia. You are my heaven.”

As I promised, I spent two more days with Jason. I won’t lie and say I was happy about leaving. There was a quiet synergy we had and I loved it. It was irrational to want to stay, especially this early in our relationship. I didn’t want to spoil it with too much, too soon.

Driving home with him was bittersweet. I marched up my steps and felt my shoulders relax as I entered my home. Jason put my things down and closed the door behind him.

“You better put the alarm on the moment I leave. Understand me? And call me the instant something odd happens. I don’t care how insignificant you think it is.”

I stood at alert and, with great military precision, I put my hand to my head and saluted him. “Yes, Officer Jason,” I laughed, but he didn’t seem amused.