Lunchtime Chronicles: Passion Fruit

So taken back, Angel giggled.

He lowered to his knees and gazed at her wet pussy. “This will be mine too.”

Her body vibrated with that truth.

She could feel his breath on her pussy and was desperate for him to rub his finger or tongue on her clit.

He stood. “It’s getting harder to take my time.”

“Then don’t.”

“Is that right?” Christian tenderly wrapped his hand around her throat, leaned forward, and kissed her, flicking his tongue against her.

She groaned.

With his other hand, he pulled out his dick.

Angel shuddered at the sight. A molten hot wave of arousal flowed down to her bones.

Her lips quivered. “Please.”

He stroked his big dick. “Please?”

“I want it.”

He bit his lip. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?”

“No.”

“I should make you wait as long as I did.”

My thighs trembled. “No.”

Christian was on Angel in seconds, kissing and slipping his hands all over her. The next moment, he lowered and undid her ankle bindings.

Her wrists were still tied above her head.

He lifted her.

She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist.

They breathed heavy. When Angel looked into his eyes, she knew that there would be no more waiting.

He pushed his thick, fat dick into her, stretching her pussy open.

“Christian!”

He stroked with precision, moving in and out of her. Going deep and then teasingly pulling back. Powerfully thrusting. Slipping along her g-spot.

“Are you my Angel?”

“Yes.” The word rushed out. How could she say no? Her whole body became his once he took it over. Angel was now his to fuck. His to do with what he wanted.

Still gripping her hips, he went wild. Pumping shifted to pounding. Sweat dripped. Her breasts bounced.

Finally, they exploded together.

He spurt hot cum into her. “My Angel.”

12

Passion Fruit

Nadia

K

nocking sounded at my door.

The short story is done. Finally.

I typed the end and left my desk.

With writing, I’d been deep in another world. As I walked to my front door, I had to shake my head to return to reality.

Another knock came.

I checked the peep hole.

Zain.

Excitement filled my heart.

I opened the door.

He held a bottle of passion fruit and two wine glasses. “This wine was incredibly hard to find. It took three liquor stores.”

I grinned. “Well, I have a hook up.”

“Very true.” He gestured at the long swing on my front porch. “Do you feel like having a glass of wine with me under the moonlight?”

“That sounds good.” I walked over to the swing and sat down.

Instead of sitting down, he opened the bottle and poured me a glass. When he handed it to me, he poured his own glass.

Next, he came over to the swing and sat down with me. “I wanted to say sorry about earlier. I rushed you off. I might have been. . .cold.”

I bit my lip.

“I was. . .”

I shrugged. “Shaken.”

“Yes. And I was pissed too.”

“Why?”

“Because I planned to protect you, Cory, and Trey. And right after our amazing date, there’s a fucking shootout.”

I shouldn’t have, but I laughed.

What else could one do with the absurdity of life.

He smiled at me. “You may not know this, but this isn’t a typical Monday for me or this neighborhood. It’s usually safer here.”

“Oh, I know. I did the research.”

“But. . .my job. . .”

“It’s dangerous.”

“Yes.” He set his glass down. “But. . .I don’t know, Nadia. I want to be with you. However, I also know that you’re a fiercely protective mother and I must be a massive red flag to you right now.”

I took a sip of my wine.

He eyed me. “Thoughts?”

I set my glass down too. “I don’t have many thoughts, Zain.”

“Are you serious?”

“I loved our date. It was so romantic. I needed it. And I really loved the sex. It’s been a long time. You were right. I cannot tickle myself.”

He grinned. “You enjoyed my tickling?”

“Oh my God.” A shiver hit me. “But, I won’t lie. I’m shaken from today. . .possibly a little traumatized.”

He frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I leaned his way and ran my fingers through his hair. “I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“That shootout did scare me.”

“That’s fair.”

“So. . .” I moved my hand away. “If we’re going to proceed forward then we have to take this slow.”

He leaned his head to the side. “You’re going to give me another date?”

I chuckled. “As long as I don’t get shot.”

His frown deepened. “That’s not funny.”

“Sorry. When I’m nervous, I add corny humor.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’ve never dated as a single mother. This is all new to me. And honestly, the bullets didn’t help, but. . .”

“Yes?”