“The phone, Angel...” in the distance, I can still hear the ringing, but with each lash of Angel’s tongue, my mind wanders further and further from any rooted thought.
I run my fingers up his muscular back and through his thick dark hair. Without warning, another finger enters me and I nearly rip his head off, but he’s too strong to move on my own. A split second later, I feel his thick wet tongue flicker against my clit.
I lose control. My body convulses and my mind goes blank. The only thing keeping me in place is Angel’s strong grip around my hip. With his other hand, he fucks me to high hell. Nightmares and dirty dreams swirl around in my emptying mind as they circle a dark drain. The pleasure building up from below is almost too much to bear. I struggle under it all as a volcanic heat slowly threatens to erupt up from my depths. My soreness snaps, my fractured mind disintegrates; my lungs burst and my throat yells but no words come out of my trembling lips.
Before I can melt completely, Angel rises from the stormy depths below. He blocks out the light from the bedroom doorway and covers me in his shadow. Steam rises from his heaving body and his green eyes glow through the darkness.
He’s a beast.
There’s no time to be afraid; he’s back on me before I can breathe. This time, his chiselled arms wrap around my head and his chest smothers me with his pounding heat. The giant head of his throbbing cock circles my tight entrance as my entire body begs for him to fuck me.
My mind is too far gone to resist.
When Angel enters me, it’s like I rip into a million different pieces. He’s so big and forceful, and with each thrust he makes me his. Our sweaty skin sticks and tears apart a thousand different times every second. The muscular jack hammer that pounds me has an endless reservoir of carnal energy. All I can do is hang on...
Then, something snaps in me. Suddenly, a fireball of strength rushes through my veins and I somehow find the power to push Angel off of me...
But I don’t push him far.
Instead, I roll him onto his back. He growls up at me, teeth bared, but I hold him down. My fingers sink into his hard chest and his thumping heart determines my rhythm.
His giant cock impales me as I straddle the starving beast. My hips start to sway and my nails dig deep into his steaming flesh. Now, it’s Angel’s turn to hold onto me. His huge hands find my tiny breasts and he grips them so hard that I feel his mark forever imprinted into my skin.
My hard nipples poke out through the tiny spaces between his rough fingers as he rubs them together. A new layer of heat rises up from my working hips and I stop my swaying and start to pound myself on his thick endless cock.
I’m impaled, over and over again as we both push into each other with a primal desperation. There’s nothing either of us need more right now than a little release... but there’s nothing little about this.
A second eruption of momentous proportions twitches up from my searing pelvis. Pain and pleasure mix in a deadly whirlwind that rips through everything in its path.
The fear, the dread, the hopelessness, the helplessness. Evaporated.
... But so is the love, the hope, and the trust.
There’s just nothing anymore but pleasure...
And then, I wake up.
My eyelids flutter open to a cold dark bedroom. A hot sweat coats my damp skin and my empty mind buzzes, trying to make sense of it all.
But my mind is still reeling from the dirty dream. My heart pounds just as hard as my head.
The buzzing doesn’t stop.
The buzzing doesn’t stop...
My eyes rip over to the bedside table. There, the cell phone rings with an incoming call. Before I reach for it, I pinch myself to make sure I’m really awake this time. My nails dig into my sore thigh and I flinch in pain.
I may be awake, but that doesn’t mean I’ve escaped this nightmare.
“Hello?”
White noise crackles over the line as I wait for a response. I don’t dare breathe.
“... I was hoping you would pick up.” I can practically hear the evil smirk crossing Dante’s face.
My steaming heart immediately goes cold. A frigid shiver crawls over my sweaty skin. I’m frozen still.
“Where’s Oscar!?” My body may be too shocked to function, but my lungs quickly fill with fire.