The Hitman’s Angel

Her giggle makes me feel somewhat better.

“Um…” She sighs into my neck. “Well…you make me really happy. So there’s that.” I’m not sure I like how surprised she sounds. “Horses. I love horses. And…my mother. My mother used to make me happy before she left. At least on the days when she wasn’t working or with a man. Or sleeping off a bender. Still, I can’t help missing her. She’s my mother.”

“You’ve not had it easy, angel.” I stroke my hand over her sweet, bare bottom. “I’ll make it easy from now on.”

“What about you, Lenin?” She lifts her eyes to mine and they’re searching. Curious. I’m reminded how smart she is. “What makes you happy?”

“Before you, it was only jigsaw puzzles. And Shark Tank.”

“Oooh, I’m a Barbara girl to the core.”

“Da. She is very shrewd!”

We smile at each other in the darkness for a moment before she asks, “Have you had it easy, Lenin?”

“Nyet.” I kiss her mouth and her taste hits me like a drug. “The life I’ve led is not suitable for your ears, Margaret. I will change now that I’ve met you. I was not aware there was such beauty in this world before.”

She tunnels her fingers through my hair, her fingernails lightly scraping my scalp, and my cock stirs against my thigh. There is nothing in this world more incredible than being touched by this angel. “Nothing you could tell me would shock me, Lenin. When my mother left my birth father, I was so young. We lived in motels, on the couches of strangers who didn’t care what I saw and heard…”

My stomach shoots up into my throat. “You will give me a heart attack telling me this.”

Margaret soothes me with a kiss to the chin. “I’m fine. But I’ve watched my mother suffer at the hands of bad people.”

“Men.”

She nods. “Yes.”

I swallow hard. “And you worry I might be one of these bad men?”

“No. Of course not.” She shows me her frown and I relax somewhat. “When I first met you, maybe. The way you punched Hank seemed so…practiced. I still don’t know why you were in the club, either.” After a tense moment, she glances away. “I’ve lived around violence and I don’t want to live like her forever. Simply surviving. In constant fear.”

“I would put a knife through my heart before I harmed a hair on your head,” I vow.

Her gaze settles back on mine. “I know,” she whispers. “I know that.”

“I would never harm a man who didn’t deserve it. And never a woman. Ever.” A relieved breath hisses out of me. I take her smooth backside in my hands and mold it gently. “That being said, I won’t lie to you, Margaret. I will also put a knife through the heart of anyone who tried to steal you from me.” I bare my teeth against her mouth. “I am extremely possessive of you. It can’t be helped.” Our shallow breaths mingle. “You’re my little girl now.”

Those words visibly affect her, as they do to me. Her cunt drips precious moisture onto my cock and brings it further to life between us. “You’re my daddy,” she whispers.

I reach between us and guide my shaft to her little, wet hole, rubbing it there in circles. “Do you want to play the quiet game?”

She nods eagerly and my cock swells in my grip. I’m not sure how I’ve become so adept at being Margaret’s daddy, considering I’ve never done or fantasized about anything like this. My only explanation is I recognized the needs of my mate and developed the ability to please her in order to satisfy. Now her needs have become my own. I can’t imagine never having made this connection with my angel. I’m her provider in every single way. Emotionally, physically. And if what we call ourselves is wrong, I don’t give a fuck about being right.

I’m in love with Margaret. Her happiness and satisfaction are the languages I speak now and I’m already fluent.

I ease my dick into her entrance, exhaling in a puff when she sobs and clenches around me. “Remember, we must be silent. You don’t want to wake anyone up, do you?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “No. I can be quiet.”

“Even when I play a little too hard?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are wide and earnest. “I promise.”

I feed a few more inches into her wet cunt, watching her grow flushed. “We can both win the game, if we do it right.” I seat her on top of me fully and momentarily lose the ability to think straight, she’s wrapped around my cock so snugly. “It’s your turn first. Show me how fast you can ride Daddy without making a sound.”

Her hands settle onto my shoulders and with a line of concentration between her brows, my little girl fucks me adorably. With her limited strength, she can barely get my fat dick out of her, before accepting it once more with struggling writhes of her hips. Not a problem, though. I could come from simply seeing my sexy angel in a short skirt. So watching her juicy, young pussy wiggle around all over my cock while she bites her lip to stop from squealing will earn her so much come, I’ll have to explain to her mother if she returns that she’s going to be a grandmother soon, too.