Dark Angel Part 12 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 12

... hygiene unit. Soothing rays engulfed her, unraveled her hair, and cleaned her body thoroughly. Pursing her lips, she tapped in a few more instructions on the unit’s control screen and then raised her face to the second sweep of the rays. When the machine finished, the sweet scent of chocolate wafted around her. She opened her eyes and slipped her fingers into her thick hair. The once auburn locks gleamed dark gold, like her son’s. The loose curls wrapped playfully around her digits, and she gave them a slight tug only to feel them bounce back into place. Sticking her ass out and tipping her head back, she gave her curls a shake, feeling the heavy silk caress her backside. A low groan had her turning around with a surprised squeak. Ashriel stood at the door with a large tray in his hands. His eyes glittered with lust and his soctanal was tented high with his erection. He took a few steps toward her, but stopped to frown at the covered tray in his hands. Circling around the ridiculously large bed in the middle of the room, Ashriel placed the tray on a long dresser next to the hygiene unit. She trembled as he stalked toward her. Taking a handful of her hair, he let the thick strands slide through his fingers. “You’re blonde now.” He was so serious it worried her perhaps he didn’t like the change. “I was tired of the red.” His eyes met hers. She nibbled her lip and added, “don’t you like it?” He pulled her against him and took her mouth. She smiled when she felt his jutting ...

... erection poking her belly. He stopped kissing her, but rubbed his nose against hers, their breathing equally erratic. “You could shave your head and you’d still be beautiful to me.” When she raised a brow and smirked, he added with a frown, “but don’t.” Darn, he was so adorable—and sexy. “Not particular to bald women, eh?” “I’m only particular to you,” he growled gripping her bare ass to grind his hips against her. “No other woman.” Anniel moaned, pushing up on her toes to get closer. Slipping an arm under her butt, he lifted her. “You know, you’re going to get me really spoiled with all this carrying me around everywhere,” she giggled. “I need to feel you,” he said kissing her neck now. The cool feel of the laminated dresser top met her bottom when he lowered her gently upon it. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them to give him room to stand between her legs. She saw how his eyes darkened when he traced her kiss-softened lips with the tip of his finger. Playfully, she nipped him, making him gasp and bite his own lower lip. Reaching over, he grabbed a three-pronged fork and speared a food morsel with it. “Enough fooling around. Open wide and eat.” Always so bossy. She’d rather wait a bit and nurse from his cock, but she knew he wouldn’t give her any of his candy until she put down at least half of what he’d brought. The taste of real meat made her hum her approval. It was tender and juicy. She hadn’t had real meat since she’d moved into Alpha 7 with her mom. Devon wouldn’t ...