I throw on a pair of boxers and sit on the bed. A bone dead tiredness quickly sets in. I wasn’t expecting to be this beat. The flimsy mattress sinks in half under my weight. It has been a long night even before I fucked Angel hard in the shower. I curl my fingers into the mattress and stretch out on the comforter, made cool from the air conditioning unit that lines up with the bed. I look up at the ceiling and around the room. Jesus, this place is a hellhole. I wasn’t expecting the Ritz, but compared to this place, the clubhouse is a palace.

“Are you okay over there?” she asks.

“Huh?” My focus swivels from the dented and falling apart chest of drawers that holds an old TV on it. Angel is draped in a towel. Tiny droplets of water ease down her hair to the tops of her gorgeous breasts. I already want to rip the towel away and trace each droplet with my tongue as they move down her body. With her curves, I can picture licking every bead of water until she’s quivering.

“Hello? You there?” Angel says again, waving to get my attention this time.

I jerk myself out of the fantasy and return my gaze to her face.

“Yes,” I rasp. “All good.”

Angel leans against the door jamb. The bathroom light casts shadows on her nearly nude body, highlighting her silhouette. Fuck. As drained as I feel, I can’t stop the erection tenting my boxers. Her towel slides down slightly on one side, and I swallow hard, catching an eyeful of delicious cleavage.

“Didn’t you say something about taking the couch?”

“That was before,” I mutter. “Get over here. Now.”

Angel runs her hand through her hair and scrunches up her nose in a mildly annoyed expression. “Not until I’m good and ready,” she huffs.

I see right through the failed attempt at disinterest.

I can’t hold back my smile, which damn near takes over my entire face. She’s lucky I haven’t yet forced myself to get up off the bed. That towel would be gone again and I’d do ungodly things to her luscious nakedness, right here in this room. Still, I can’t resist the huge gaping hole of opportunity to mock her half-hearted attempt at domination.

“Yes, mistress. Just let me know how standing over there is working for you.”

Judging by her lack of response, I figure she will give up on the power struggle and come to bed. Angel does neither. Instead, I get an eyeful of her delicious, naked curves as the towel drops to the carpet. My cock goes from firm to hard as granite in an instant, and I lift off the bed. Dragging my gaze across her nakedness, I make sure to claim every damn inch of her with my eyes. I can’t even try to tamp down the need that forms deep in my chest and rumbles at the back of my throat.

Angel is… fucking gorgeous.

She arches a brow and places one hand on her hip, kicking it out so the hollows of her mound are contoured with shadow. Before I know it, the exhaustion I’ve been feeling is long gone, and I’m standing in front of her again, pressing her naked back against the wall. Our eyes lock. A grin stretches across Angel’s face. The sound of her throaty gurgle of a laugh, has my cock like a kickstand in my pants, pointing right at her.

I swallow thickly.

“Are you going to stare until the sun comes up, or are you going to obey me?” she asks. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s no mistaking the potency of the word ‘obey’.

I nod.

“Sit on the bed,” she orders.

“You won’t use that tone again after I’m done with you,” I warn her, boldly stripping out of my boxers.

“What did I say?” she asks in the exact same tone.

This woman is bold and brash, the way she persists in butting heads with me. I’m used to calling the shots in and out of the bedroom. I yield to no one, but this little lady still doesn’t give a fuck. Damn, it’s sexy. Unable to hide my grin, I meet her halfway. Taking her by one hand, I shuffle back to the bed and sit at the edge. All I have to do is play it cool and let the pretty little curvy woman with the commanding voice boss me around a little bit. Maybe for a couple of hours. Okay fuck, maybe for five minutes.

Angel traces her index finger down between her breasts, over her stomach, and pauses at her neatly trimmed bush.

“This game of yours won’t last a minute if you keep teasing me that way,” I mutter, tightening my grip on her wrist.

Damn. Angel goes down on her knees in front of me. Her long damp hair brushes against my legs, and my stiff cock is inches from her sexy, fuckable mouth, so close my tip could part her lips if I breathe too deeply. She stares up at me, stretching out the moment for way too long.

“Be a good boy and don’t move.”

Angel leans in further, connecting her tongue with my tip. The exhales from her mouth tickle my skin all the way along my shaft to my stomach, silently reminding me she’s the boss. For now. Unable to look away from that mouth of hers, I marvel as she takes almost every inch of my shaft into her mouth without using her hands. Christ, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She moves her lips up and down my shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the tip each time she pulls back. A deep rumble vibrates through my chest to my lips, and our eyes lock. Angel smirks at me, giving me a sassy wink.

“You know what I want.”

Angel almost jumps, and audibly swallows past the lump in her throat at the stern, dangerous timbre in my voice. There it is again. More proof that this little lady has no idea who she’s dealing with. Except she makes a damned good effort to hang on to the reins right now. She releases my cock and pulls away until she’s a few feet from me. I all but whimper from the cold air that replaces her hot, wet mouth. Angel’s lips quirk up into a slight smile as she points back toward the pillows, motioning for me to stretch out along the length of the bed.

I do what she asks, but again, I do it the way I want, scooping her up from the floor and taking her with me. The only question I think I might ask her is whether it’s really submission if I’m already planning to do what she wants. Not that I care right this second. At the moment, I’m busy spreading her legs to feel her straddle me from her spot on top of me.

Angel pushes off my chest and sits up. My gaze idly traces down from her face the spot where I nipped her shoulder.

My mark.

My woman.

Smiling, I continue my perusal of her pale, creamy skin. I have a hard time ripping my attention away from her small pink nipples. She places her hands over each breast, teasing me at the very same instant that I inwardly remark how lucky I am to have her in my orbit. I sigh and cover her hands with mine.

Angel flicks them away with a swat. “You get to touch me when I say so, and not a second sooner.”

“You’re sure about that?” I ask, gesturing down at my cock, which at the moment is getting the sexiest massage as Angel rubs her wet folds against it from her position on top of me. “Not that I mind the contradiction, sweet thing. I’m just saying.”

She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t reply, and also does not stop grinding her hips against me for the wettest, hottest dry hump I’ve ever had in my natural born life. I up the ante. I thread my fingers gently through her hair, smiling as I tug backward with just enough force to get her attention.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me.” Angel utters, still fighting to take back control.

I can only laugh. The statement is all the more entertaining given her hips are rolling right now. It isn’t exactly a question, so I don’t answer it. My eyes narrow, and with one hand firmly gripping Angel’s hip, I lift her up, away from my groin. Angel groans out a pleading moan. Maybe now, she can sense the heat of my dick, so close but so far from her center. Damn, I miss the contact too, but fuck, she needs a reminder that lust, sex, and that other L-word I’m not ready to use are all on the proverbial two-way street. Gritting my teeth, I cock my head and wait.

“You’re a piece of work, Axe,” she hisses.

I rumble out a throaty laugh. “You’d better believe it, baby. Have I made my point, or do you want to wait some more?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“You’re not making any sense,” I bark. “What are you saying yes to?”

“That you’ve made your point,” she confesses in a whimper, much to my satisfaction, and to my cock’s relief.

Releasing my grip on her hair, I position my tip at her opening and jerk her body down hard along my shaft. Angel still hasn’t figured out up from down as she throws her head backward and picks up right where she left off with the grinding. A low, ragged moan escapes from my lips. I can barely breathe. The expression on Angel’s face nearly drives me to madness, seeing her this wild and completely caught up in the moment. Hell, it’s almost as satisfying as the way she rides me.

As Angel picks up the pace, I piston deeper into her, intensifying each stroke. My hands hold her hips, but she’s the one making the mind-blowing moves right now. Any attempt to think, even on a basic level, is put on hold as she raises and lowers her tight, slick heat up and down my shaft. Her moans echo in the dingy room, drawing me forward, compelling me closer, making my pulse pound and echo from my ears to my temples.

When Angel leans forward and presses her mouth to mine, I’m sure I’ll erupt any minute. The sensation of her lips on mine, her breasts against my chest, and changing the angle of our connection down south does me in. She surprises me again by working her hips in smooth circles, and as I press my eyes shut, Angel bites down so hard on my bottom lip, I taste blood. My eyes flick open just in time to see a playful half-grin on her face, and still, keep going as though it’s completely normal. Maybe this bite is payback for leaving teeth marks on her neck.

So be it.

It’s worth every second, watching her sway and grind. I stare at the gorgeous woman as she does whatever the fuck she wants to me until I can’t just lie back and watch. I have to touch the seductive minx who makes my brain and body get closer to losing it. I waste no time. My hand finds her wet, warm cleft, and circles her sensitive bud with my thumb. Angel groans, gasps and speeds up. Her muscles clench around me as she works with my rhythm until I’m sure she’s about to become unhinged—and then I stop completely, just to keep her on her toes. I grin and wait.

“Wicked bastard,” she groans.

Angel rests her hands on my shoulders. Our combined body heat seems hot enough to burn. I continued then, worshipping her as her eyes snap shut again, and her body bucks and writhes.

“Come for me, Angel,” I groan, taking that much more pleasure from seeing her get close to falling apart.

Her entire body freezes in one spot, and her inner walls clench. I’m enjoying it so much that my hips shoot forward without my willing it to, burying deep inside this goddess.

“Don’t…stop…please…” she pants out her plea.

I take her hard and fast. I’m not sure why exactly, but the way she said the word ‘please’ drives me over the edge. I jerk my hips up into a frenzy until the pace of my strokes are too fast to track as I come.

Angel collapses on my chest, breathing almost as heavily as I do, but then again, she’s done most of the work this time around. I take my time catching my breath, waiting for whenever she’s ready to pull apart from me. That doesn’t happen. Her breathing eases and slows down, and a few minutes later, my eyes shut for the night.