Dark Angel Part 6 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 6

... her legs and lowered his sweat-slicked torso on her. Gripping her wrists, he pulled her hands over her head, pinning her completely. Again, he began to rock hard and rough into her. Anniel wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles so that her feet rested against his fabulous ass. They moved more frantically. “I love you, Anniel,” he growled. And she came, hard, soul shattering, with him following in her wake. She was sobbing by now, feeling that…her heart belonged to him. He’d taken it…completely. And he would probably destroy it now. She wanted to hate him. Why? Why did he have to ensnare her heart again? It had taken her so long to get over Garethiel. And here she was again—fucking his twin brother. Her stupidity knew no bounds. *** Anniel cried softly, making him terrified of having hurt her. His dick still ached to continue plowing into her, but maybe she’d had enough. Shame filled Ashriel. He had wanted to court her first, lay down a foundation of trust and mutual respect—something to build a lasting relationship on. He’d intended to just sleep with her. He rocked her in his arms, his cock still embedded within her tight heat. He shivered. His good intentions had gone way off course. “Annie, please,” he begged. “Did I hurt you?” She hiccupped against his chest and murmured something. Ashriel frowned. It sounded as if she’d said “no, but you’re going to.” That couldn’t be right. It didn’t make sense. She continued to hiccup, but her sobs grew quiet. ...

... Ashriel remained mute, not knowing how to comfort her. He was loath to pull out of her. He didn’t want to, but knew he must. He’d keep fucking her if he didn’t. The weakness of a newly fallen reaper. Her body grew more pliant against him and except for the occasional hiccup, her breathing evened out. She’d fallen asleep. Biting his lip, he withdrew from her. Sliding his still erect cock from her clinging warmth was the hardest thing he ever had to do. A flood of semen poured from her well loved sex. He stared down at her lush curves. Her reddish brown hair spilled over the pale grey bedding in shimmering waves. He wiped the tear stains from her cheeks and let his eyes take in the beauty of her full breasts. The nipples were still drawn tight and were much darker than her mocha skin. He hadn’t even tasted them this time, just rutted her like a horny beast. Her tummy was tight, muscles delineating her abs between her cinched waist before swelling out to wide, curved hips. Her satiny legs were shapely and long, her feet delicate and her toes painted an outrageous shade of hot pink that made him smile. God—she was breath-taking…exotic. His hands itched to touch and stroke. Rising abruptly to his feet before he sank his face between her legs, he made his way to the ramp leading to the second level. Eriel and Natanael looked up at him when he approached. They both stood and sheathed their swords. “Why were your swords out?” Ashriel asked. They both looked at each other before Natanael ...