Hell no, I don’t care; my Angel is being playful and is up to something.

“Go for it.”

I shot the shit with Sniper for the entire hour, and I know I must look like I’m on crack or something. My nerves are anxious as shit as I walk up the stairs. I stop at the second to the last step as I hear Grind On Me playing. I haven’t heard that song in forever, and now my dick is so damned hard thinking about what lies behind my closed door. I adjust myself as I knock. She doesn’t say anything she cracks the door, hands me a blindfold and shuts the door. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she wants me to do with it. I’ll play my Angel’s little game. I smirk as I wrap it around my eyes and tie it tight in the back. I knock again signaling that I did what she wanted. I hear the door open, and her delicious f**king smell smacks me. I want to double over and groan. This bitch does things to me. Her small delicate hand wraps around my right bicep as she pulls me up the remaining two steps and into the room. I hear the door click shut behind me and she leads me across my apartment quarters and sits me in a chair. She restarts the song and I want to rip this blindfold off because she was probably just practicing before I came up. Her heavenly voice tells me that I can take off the blindfold now, and I don’t bother untying the motherfucker. I just rip it right off.

My eyes go wide, and I gulp like a little pu**y boy when I spot my Angel in front of me with her back turned to me. She’s spray painted her wings red and wrapped her body in leather straps. She peeks over her shoulder and with a wink, she starts dancing to the music. I start bouncing my foot. I don’t think I can sit here and let her tease me like this. I want her, and I want her now. Winter seems to understand my predicament because as her body turns to face mine, her ni**les peek through as she shakes her finger back and forth. My f**king hell’s angel! Hot f**king damn!

When she comes to dance right in front of me it takes every ounce of patience I have left in my body not to snatch her up and sit her right on my cock. As she slowly dances for me she un-wraps the leather straps, dropping them to the floor. She’s so damn stunning.

“I can be your hell’s angel baby, but right now I just wanna be your Winter,” she whispers as the last strap falls and she strips off her wings, tossing them to the side.

Fuck Me!

24

I strip my freshly painted red wings off and toss them to the side before I walk over to Braxxon and straddle his lap. His hands instinctively go straight to my hips as I begin to grind on him. Braxxon bends his head down and runs his tongue along my scar, causing me to shiver. I feel his smile against my skin and his c**k pressing hard against my core. I wanted to do this slow and be able to drive him crazy, but it’s just driving me bananas. I run my fingers underneath his cut and slide it off. I scratch at his chest as I work his tee shirt off and over his head.

“In a hurry baby?” He chuckles.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Braxxon’s head goes to the crook of my neck where he licks and sucks as one of his hands trail up my body. His touch is like crack; his hands created to drive women crazy.

“How does my Winter want it?” he growls huskily into my skin.

I press my cheek to his, bringing my lips to his ear. “Slow.”

Braxxon lets out another growl as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he stands, walks us over to the bed, and lays me back gently. I hear the sound of his boots hitting the floor and his belt and zipper before he’s naked in front of me. He’s so damn sexy it should be illegal. His gray eyes are holding me, caging me like an animal as his hands trail up my legs, stopping at my thighs. I close my eyes as his body hovers over mine. It’s almost too much. His touch mixed with his gray gaze. When the tip of his c**k positions itself at my core I bite my lip and hard from nervousness and excitement.

“Hit me with the gold, baby.”

Oh god. I open my eyes, and he’s staring down at me as he slowly enters. His gray eyes trained on my gold ones. Braxxon moves at a pace so slow I would almost think he’s making love to me. His eyes leave mine and travel the length of my scar that almost matches his and I grip his cheek hard bringing his gaze back to mine.

“Don’t.”

He shakes whatever thought he was having out as I wrap one of my legs around his hip. I need him deeper.

“Winter,” he moans closing his eyes.

My name mixed in with his moan is so satisfying. This man has slept with hundreds of women and yet my touch, my body can do that to him. I use all my strength to flip us over so that I’m on top. I prop myself on my knees, putting a little distance away from our adjoined bodies. I rotate my hips letting his c**k stretch me before I quickly drop down.

“I thought you wanted it slow,” he croaks.

“I’ve changed my mind.” I pant as I start bouncing harder. “I just need you.”

Braxxon’s hands come straight to my ass as he rolls us to our sides. His forehead pressing against mine as he rhythmically pounds into me. I reach behind me and in between my legs where his balls are quickly slapping against my flesh and I grip them lightly.

“Oh f**k… baby, you can’t do that,” he growls, his forehead is still against mine.

I give another squeeze, and he speeds up his pace even more. I start rotating them in the palm of my hand.

One of his hands leaves my ass and I almost protest, but stop as his fingers find and work my clit into a frenzy.

“Oh god,” I cry out as my body starts to quiver.