Free RUINING ANGEL by S. Pratt Page B

jewelry box with the ring in it is placed under my pillow, waiting for the right moment.

    Taking up space on my side of the bed, I settle down to wait. She won’t be long. As the clock ticks noisily beside me, my mind drifts to who used to occupy this side of the bed. I’m beyond amazed at Carron. The guy has class, I’ll give him that. If the shoe were on the other foot, he’d be six foot under with my boot up his ass. He’s dropped by a few times. Bailey always squirms uncomfortably, but he’s as kind to her as he’s always been. I wonder if he ever thinks he might get her back. He won’t, that I’m sure of, because I’m never going to give her permission to leave me again. She’s mine.

    I hear her car on the driveway so I feign sleep. The door slams and the jingle of keys can be heard. Jezebel is meowing on the stairs, but I know she won’t keep Bailey from me for long.

    I’m right. The footsteps pause briefly on the stairs before quietly continuing. I know she’s being quiet in case I’m asleep. When she enters the room, I hear her gasp. Her bag drops to the floor and she shuffles quietly towards the bed. It dips ever so slightly as she sits down on the edge next to me. The heat off her body radiates towards me and the smell of her shampoo lingers in the air. I almost can’t stand the anticipation. She leans forward, softly, softly placing a sweet kiss on my lips. Her mouth is warm and I can smell peppermint on her breath.

    Light as a feather, kisses tease my lips. She wants me to wake, so I will oblige. I stir, my tongue immediately forcing her mouth open so that she moans above me.
    ‘Hey baby,’ I say huskily.
    ‘You weren’t really asleep were you?’ she whispers, her breath tickling my face.
    ‘No. But you can’t blame me for wanting you to seduce me, can you?’
    ‘Mmm, maybe …’
    ‘Kiss me again, I like it.’

    ‘Do you now?’
    ‘Yes, very much.’

    Our mouths find each other’s again and we tangle in a web of passion. She’s careful to avoid my leg, while all I can focus on is getting her to come sit on my waist.
    ‘Wait a minute,’ she says breathlessly, getting off the bed to undress. She strips down so she’s completely naked. My cock instantly springs to life, eager for what she’s about to offer.

    The first time we went to make love after the accident was a complete and utter embarrassment for me. I could get it up alright, I just couldn’t come. My balls ached something fierce, but the doctors told me this was perfectly normal after such trauma. No such problems now, though. I’m hard as hell and ready to make love, diving into the depths of her body where she’s tight and hot.

    She’s careful as she pulls my tracksuit pants down my legs. There’s no boxer shorts for her to remove, so she climbs back on the bed and straddles my waist. Her stomach is washboard flat, and I plane my large hands over the expanse of it, loving the feel of her smooth, silky skin.

    Bailey’s become quite a tease. Probably because she knows she’s in control at the moment. There will be no throwing her off and pinning her to the bed – my leg just won’t allow it. So instead, I’m at the mercy of her tortuous ways.

    She parts the center of her sex with her fingers and lets the tip of my cock press gently against her clit. Sinking onto my shaft, she repeats this over and over again till I become numb. Each time she pulls off me I’m left seeing the glistening wetness she leaves on my dick. It excites me that I make her so wet. In and out, up and down.
    She’s possessing me, controlling me, and I like it. Gripping her hips harder, I fight to keep her on my shaft this time.

    I want to come so badly, but she’s intent on making me wait. She does relent a little though and starts up a steady rhythm of rocking back and forward. Her breasts ever so slightly move up and down, her pale pink nipples pinched tight from the excitement. She catches me eyeing them up and leans forward to