Chapter 1 - Stranger Kiss
"If kissing an Angel made me feel like I was burning from the inside out, then I’d happily dive into the fire."
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Maxine
I wasn’t in the habit of taking strangers home, but maybe I could make an exception.
I had no idea what had come over me. One minute I’d been shy and breathless at the sight of this man, and the next I was willingly grinding against the phone pole he had hidden in his pants. Now I was kissing him as my life depended on it, ready to let him fuck me up against the bar if he even hinted towards it.
His hands had barely been appropriate, but it’d felt like he was three deep in my pussy when he was just grazing against the skin on my thigh. I couldn’t resist kissing him, and when he’d started to pull away I was afraid I’d been too forward. Now I knew better. His mouth was on mine, kissing me like he was going to do it until he died. His hands were gripping my ass hard, keeping me tight against him in the middle of the floor.
He let out a groan when my tongue rubbed against his, and I felt the vibrations against my lips zing down through my body, tightening my already hard nipples and making my clit pulse. I pulled away and gasped for breath. His dark eyes blazed with heat as they stared deep into my green ones, and I knew he saw his desire reflected back at him.
He leaned down and nipped my ear lobe, a sharp gasp leaving my lips in reaction. His chuckle filled my ear and goosebumps crossed my skin.
“You are sinfully tempting, angel.”
I melted at the words. I stood on my toes to reach his ear and say back,
“Would you like to see heaven tonight, the devil?”
His hands-on my ass tightened, and I let out a strangled moan as he thrust against me.
“Show me the way. I’ll follow you anywhere.”
I pulled back and grabbed his hand, leading us out into the night. Thankfully, it was warm outside so my state of dress was perfectly fine. I turned to the stranger with a coy smile on my lips.
“I’m just a couple blocks away, hopefully, you’re okay with walking.”
“I’m okay with anything, as long as I get to unwrap that pretty dress from your body and taste you from your lips to the honey I know is between those legs, angel.”
I bit my lip to keep in whatever noise wanted to escape and led the way. He refused to let go of my hand as we hurriedly made our way to my place, and my heart warmed at the gesture.
“What brought you to the bar tonight?”
Genuine curiosity filled my voice, waiting for his answer while I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes.
“Been looking to try it out. One of my friends owns it, and I promised I’d stop by once I got back from being out of town.”
“Hmmm. And what did you think?”
“Nice atmosphere. Good placement apparently, since it’s so close to you.”
I turned my head towards him with a smile, but it dropped when I saw the amount of need written on his face. I bit my lip again and stumbled a bit in my heels. He quickly moved his arms around my waist and pulled me against him so I wouldn’t fall.
We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, bodies pressed together again and staring into each other’s eyes as our breathing quickened.
“Aw, fuck it.” The words flew out of his mouth before it landed on mine in another claiming, bruising kiss. I moaned and opened my mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck as I let the passion take me over. He grabbed my ass and lifted me, and my legs automatically wrapped around his hips as I held on tight. I wasn’t a small, light woman by any means, so the fact that this muscled, dominant man could lift me and carry me like I was a stuffed toy turned me on to no end.
Suddenly my back was pressed against a brick wall, the roughness against my back only serves to turn me on further. I moaned into his mouth, rotating my hips against him in need. One of his hands tangled in my hair and pulled, forcing my head back.
“I’m going to fuck you until your throat is raw from screaming out your orgasms.”
He growled while biting my neck. I could feel his cock as hard as hardwood pressing against my already soaked panties, and my strangled cry filled the night air with the movement of his hips.
I opened my eyes and stared up at the sky, the stars barely visible because the only thing I saw were the stars in my eyes from the pleasure bombarding me.
Suddenly, my feet were back on the ground and I was being pulled onto the sidewalk on shaky legs.
“What? What was,” I tried to speak, but couldn’t catch enough breath to finish my question. His long legs are up the ground as he pulled me along. I could barely catch my breath from before, much less with the struggle to keep up with him.
“I’m not going to fuck you in an alley like a whore.”
His statement was harsh, but not directed towards me. I don’t know how I knew, but I could feel it in my bones that he was more upset with himself, that he’d almost gotten carried away enough to do so.
He paused while I was thinking, and I ended up crashing into his chest. He steadied me with his hands on my arms, and I tilted my head back to take in the fire smoldering in his dark eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you like whore in my bed.”
I positively melted at the words, my panties a mess and my body his. I stood on my tiptoes, pressing my body along his as he leaned down so I could whisper in his ear.
“Then take me home and make me your dirty slut already,” I rasped.
