The Skulls(36)

“No, you’re my first, and I won’t be doing it again.”

She recalled fighting him. When he’d pierced inside her flesh she hadn’t known what to do. The pain had been so immense she didn’t know how she was going to survive having him inside her.

“I’m sorry for fighting you,” she said.

“I’m not sorry.” He kissed her shoulder. “If I ever hurt you like that I want you to fight back. Never take the pain, Angel.”

His arm wrapped around her middle. She covered his hand and chuckled as he sneaked under the water to stroke her pussy.

“I thought you were waiting until I felt better.”

“I’m giving you pleasure. I’m not fucking you again for at least a day, and after that, you’re mine.”

He kissed her head, stroking her pussy at the same time. “Open your legs wider,” he said, instructing.

“How? There’s nowhere for me to go?”

“I don’t give a shit about water on the floor. I can clean it up. Lift your legs over the edge.”

Rolling her eyes, she did as he commanded and rested her legs over either side of the bath, opening her up. The warmth of the water made her gasp as it touched her exposed pussy.

“That’s it, I can find you easily now.” His finger slid between her slit, down to her core. She cried out when his thick finger penetrated her.

“I thought you weren’t going to penetrate,” she said, gasping.

“I’m not penetrating you with my cock, but you can take my finger.” He pumped inside her adding a second finger. His thumb grazed her clit making her tighten on his digits. There was no stopping the need burning inside her. She needed him so much.

“Ride my fingers, baby. When you’re ready I’m going to fuck your pussy so much you’re going to wonder how you stayed a virgin for so fucking long.” His breath whispered across her neck.

Moaning, Angel closed her eyes thrusting up to meet his fingers. It felt so good having him inside her. His two fingers were not as big as his cock, and she was thankful for that. Lash was right about not having sex again. Her pussy was tender, and she wouldn’t be able to handle another fucking.

What about Lash?

Opening her eyes she realised he was going without any touching.

Reaching behind her she gripped his fat cock and started working the shaft.

“What are you doing?” he asked, nibbling her neck.

“We can’t have sex, but I can give you just as much pleasure as you’re giving me.” She met him stroke for stroke and worked her palm over his erection.

His caresses increased, and she rode the wave of her orgasm at the same time as bringing him to release.

Lash growled against her neck as they came together. Her head pounded, and she cried out.

They were both sweating and gasping for breath when they came down.

“We’re going to need to change the water,” he said, kissing her more.

“Why?”

“I’ve just come, baby, and unless you want to wash in cum we need to change the water.”

She laughed. “How about we shower and get back to bed?” she asked, wanting him back on the bed.

“Deal.”

****

On Sunday morning Lash woke up to Angel curled naked around him. They’d spent all day Saturday exploring each other, sleeping and eating when they remembered. Angel was insatiable, and Lash truly believed he’d found his soul mate in life and in the bedroom.

Running his hand down her back he gazed down at her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful.

The sound of his cell phone ringing in the distance made him curse. Untangling himself out from under her body Lash padded naked out of his bedroom and down to where he’d tossed his cell phone the day before.

“What?” he asked, answering the call.

“I thought you’d be happy to hear from us,” Tiny said.

Glancing at the clock, Lash saw it was close to noon. Cursing, he walked into the kitchen and started firing up some coffee. “I’ve been busy.”

“Angel that good?”

“Don’t start.” Annoyance gripped him at Tiny’s teasing. “Do I need to remind you of Tate and how she’s only going to get worse?” Lash asked.

“Tate is why I’m calling. We need to make a move,” Tiny said.

“What do you mean?” Lash tensed wondering what he’d missed in the day he’d been away.

“Our source has let us know they’re gunning for Tate and the women. They’re going to make a move in the next week or so. The men are moving their women out of the way and sending them away.” Tiny stopped to curse.

“What? What is it?”

“We can’t move Angel and Tate,” Tiny said.