Dark Angel Part 7 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 7

... tight, so deep, his tip forcing his scalding seed into her womb to overflowing. “I need you, Anniel,” he growled, his cock still working in and out of her. She could feel his cum bathing the bud of her clit in a warm trickle, overflowing from her womb. It felt so good she clenched around his plunging shaft. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt the hot splashes of more seed deep within her. Anniel bit her lip and arched her back, letting him fill her again. He was possessing her completely. The wet sound of her pussy being rammed by his cock had her panting. She turned her head, searching for his mouth and was rewarded with a deep tongue-filled kiss. Her body convulsed with another toe-curling orgasm, milking his cock as he filled her yet again. Her head dropped on the bed as she tried to catch her breath, reveling in the glorious feel of Ashriel plowing into her with no restraint. She already knew when he was about to come because his beating wings would falter, and when he did spill, his abdominal muscles would clench, his body quiver and his wings stiffen straight back. His deep groans of pleasure in her ear had her biting her lips. Her throat was already sore from howling so much and her body completely spent, but, still, he managed to wring orgasm after orgasm from her, until she finally blacked out from so much pleasure. *** The light, though dim, was enough to awaken her. Before opening her eyes, she sniffed and the scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Anniel ...

... opened one bleary eye and saw a wall of shelves filled with mesh crates containing various pieces of equipment. She closed it again with a whimper. Had she actually let Ashriel take her down into the storage level and let him fuck her within an inch of her life? She winced when she closed her still spread legs. Her whole body felt sore. “Oh, yes you did, girl,” she sighed. A warm flow of fluid let her know she was leaking enough Seraphian sperm to populate another planet. Anniel cursed inwardly. Now she had to crawl up the ramp and use Devon and Angel’s hygiene unit. That meant facing the morning after. Had he actually said he loved her? She snorted, running a hand through her disheveled hair. He’d probably blurted it out in the heat of the moment. A lump formed in her throat. Oh-no-you-don’t, girl— she thought angrily, blinking away her tears. She refused to shed one more tear for a man. She’d fucked him. She’d face the consequences with her big girl panties on. Her gaze lit upon her shredded clothing, noting that her big girl panties had been decimated by the sexy reaper last night. She groaned, closing her eyes. “Up, Anniel,” she told herself. Anniel winced when she sat up. The bedding next to her was still warm from his heat, but he was nowhere in sight. She grimaced at the sticky feel between her thighs, but then hunger hit fast and hard, pushing away all other thought. Luck was with her when she rushed up the ramp and into Angel and Devon’s cabin—no Ashriel in sight. ...