Drive-By Angel

Angel is looking for satisfaction, but she didn’t expect to find the one.

Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her first destination. She was sick of this too small town, sick of awkward boys, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering,



“Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, beige!”



She tossed slacks, dresses, jeans, heels, and a variety of tops into the suitcases haphazardly, and then flung her bags into the hatch of her SUV with a single thought: I’ve never been satisfied in my whole life, and I’m sick of pretending!



Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the interstate, thinking, I need color, and I’ll have it, damn it!



She drove blindly and, six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine, without really knowing how she had gotten there.



She stopped for gas and stepped out of the car. Angel approached the station, with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses, and several men stopped tending to their cars to stare hungrily.



Angel knew she was beautiful. She had always known it. She welcomed the attention from a distance, knowing it was likely that not one of them could satisfy her.



Though she had pulled into the self-serve island, two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance.



Angel smiled wickedly, and asked the first man to fill the tank, then turned to the second man, requesting that he show her to the ladies room.



She immediately learned his name was Davis, and looped her arm through his, as his eyes bulged glued to her voluptuous breasts.



He managed to issue a warning about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling alone. Davis offered to check the Ladies Room “to make sure it was free of predators.”



Angel thanked him kindly, playing along. She stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment.



Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surroundings. The sky was bright and blue, the sun; a huge, yellow-gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright lacquer red.



She drank in the change, loving the vibrance that came with a change of attitude, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance.



She was enjoying the brilliant colors, paying them rapt attention, and thirsted for more, thinking, even if I have to act like a dolt to get what I want!



Angel maneuvered to hold the door, asking when his shift was over. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for the night shift. Angel licked her lips.



“Listen,” she said, “I’m new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights,” she asked innocently, leaning provocatively to afford him an unfettered view of her cleavage.



“Sure! What’s your pleasure,” he queried, not believing his good fortune.



She pointed into the distance saying, “What’s that? Is it a lighthouse? Let’s go there!”



Davis, still standing in the doorway to the restroom, eyed her up and down, knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing.



“Of course,” he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that “she should stay close to him, just in case.”



She cast her eyes to the ground, feigning nervousness,



“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she said hesitantly, with mock fear.



“Oh no, don’t worry Miss Angel, I’ll protect you,” he offered, puffing up right in front of her.



Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to take him there.



Several moments later, they were inside the lighthouse, and the heavy door swung shut behind them, with an echoing bang.



She playfully ran up the winding staircase, but Davis was no match for her endurance. By the time he reached the top, Angel was already half-clad. Her tube top lay in a heap and she unzipped her jean shorts, kicking them off to stand before him in red lace panties and bra.



Davis stood drop-jawed, staring at her, from silken hair to dainty, bare feet. She closed the distance between them, and embraced him, moving her hands to grip his firm ass cheeks, and whispered,



“Let’s make this a night to remember.”



She kissed him full on the mouth, sucking in his lower lip, with her eyes locked on his, whispering, “Fuck me, Davis. Fuck me like no one ever has!”


Davis stepped back to review her in a new light. Hesitantly, he began to unzip his jeans, even as he took a step back.



She closed the distance, embracing him from the back, to nip and suckle his neck, leaving a trail of small bruises down his neck, while he fumbled with shirt buttons.



Angel lost her patience with waiting. She fisted his collar and ripped the offending shirt from his back. Startled, he took another step back saying,



“Boy, you’re no angel. Are you?”



She pursued him wordlessly, deliberating how best to have her way with him. Again, she took a step toward him, and leaned down to force his pants from his feet, asking,



“Have you ever fantasized about defiling an angel and fucking her brains out, Davis? Now’s your one and only chance.”



Davis found his outrage and his courage, and decided to give her exactly what she was asking for. He leaned in to kiss her hard, and scooped up his shirt to spread beneath her.



Angel gripped his naked body, and pushed him to the ground. For a moment, she watched his deeply tanned chest rise and fall heavily.



“What,” he asked, “What are you doing?”



Angel didn’t answer. Having the upper hand was thrilling, and she was thoroughly enjoying the fear in his eyes.



Instead, she got down on all fours and crawled the short distance to him, knowing he was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts and perfect proportions. She now understood why some animals growl.



She crept between his muscled thighs and sucked his cock into her warm, wet mouth, closing her lips around him hard. Davis let go a groan like she’d never heard before. It was purely animalistic and her pussy exploded.



She sucked him in deeply, bobbing her head up and down, stroking the length of his cock, with her mouth and her hands, sucking hard and dragging the tip of her tongue up and down his steely erection.



He arched his back, aching for release, when Angel stopped abruptly. Fisting his balls, she mounted him cowgirl style, demanding,



“I want you to look at me, Davis.”



“Okay, I’m sorry! Okay, Miss Angel,” he pleaded, but she was having too much fun being the aggressor.



She turned, ending up in reverse cowgirl position, to drag her wet slit up and down his stone length, tormenting both of them mercilessly.



Angel crouched lower, with her firm breasts swinging, and her nipples bouncing against his belly, and then fisted his iron need, pushing up and down his erection, stroking him slowly enough to make him beg.



“Tell me what you want, Davis.”



“He bit his lip, steeling himself, and refusing to answer.”



Again she turned to face him, rubbing her velvet nipple over his lips, teasing and taunting. Then she clasped his face between her breasts, and locked eyes with him.



“Tell me, slave. What do you want? Answer me,” she demanded.



Davis lay mute, flatly refusing her.



Incensed, Angel decided to torment him until she broke his will. She began kneading her breasts, fondling herself, and suckling her nipples; drawing circles around each one with the tip of her tongue.



Davis stared transfixed, breathing hard and waiting for her next move. She got on all fours, letting her tits bounce and jiggle over his lips, just barely out of reach.



She was exhilarated, having a prisoner to her will, and watched his resolve weaken with each new torment. The desperation in his eyes spurred her on to more depraved acts.



She crawled the length of him, and kneeled behind him, straddling his face, and then stretched out, full length, on top of him, guiding his aching need to her full, hungry lips.



Angel rubbed his cock against her there, licking him lightly, and relishing that it took two hands to grip him. Davis groaned under her, spreading his muscular legs wider, and letting her torture him.




She turned again and dragged the head of his cock over her wet slit, dipping him into her soaking wet, little snatch, and pulling it out quickly, while he rubbed her sweet ass cheeks, fingering her vaginal opening. She tormented him until he begged,



“Angel please,” he whispered, arching his spine, his body begging her for release, and bucking beneath her, trying to drive his cock into her.



“Please what, Davis?”



He went silent, refusing to let her break him.



She straddled his face, and wrapped her thighs around his head, ordering,



“Pleasure me, sex slave. Eat my pussy. Show me how much you want me.”



Davis buried his tongue in her, stabbing her red-hot depths. He tongue fucked her ruthlessly, gripping her hips, and watching her perfect ass cheeks undulating sinuously on his face.



Davis pulled her down hard, crushing her to his face, kneading her perfect globes and spanking her erotically.



Angel responded, in-kind, tightening her thighs and driving her craven cunt into his lips. She held him prisoner in her passionate vice grip, fingering her clitoris, and driving herself wild; she vibrated on his face, and locked his tongue in her tight, clutching depths.




Her volatile cavern exploded, in waves of raw, sexual heat, rankling through her veins, and scorching her extremities; a release that singed her soul. Angel writhed over him, inflamed anew with every sharp crack of his palm against her sensitized ass cheeks.




She breathed whimpers, torn from the soul of her, panting hard and grinding her pussy into his lips. Davis clung to her, wrapping his hands around her tiny waist, he forced her pussy down hard, crushing her to his lips, demanding,



“Open to me, slave.”



Davis parted his lips and she shoved her bald pussy into his mouth, with her silken skin dominating the recesses therein.



He wriggled below her, begging her to give him satisfaction, but she writhed astride him; her perfect proportions bouncing provocatively, and loving the erotic sensation of every crack of his palm to buttock.




Angel squirmed over him, locked in his demanding grip, and he held her fast; not giving her release from his insistent tongue, laving her while locked in the sweet, silky prison of her thighs.




She writhed, fighting for control, and losing the battle. Davis let go an animalistic growl, and he pushed her up, allowing him room to drag the tip of his tongue over her slit, and then suckled her clitoris, driving her into a sexual frenzy.




Then he gripped her hips and forced her down roughly, driving his tongue all the way into her, with his free hand landing hard and fast cracks to her swollen cheeks, red with his handprints. He watched her squirming erotically, enjoying his control over her traitorous body, and she fought him, demanding,




“No! This isn’t what I wanted!”




He ignored her, continuing his sensual assault, and watching her squirm and fight; her firm body twisting in his hands, her breasts bouncing and jiggling, her need for dominance a distant memory.




He fingered her cunt expertly; dipping a finger into her deepest secrets, and watching her face contort, then adding another finger when he could see she was ready. Soon, he was five fingers deep, and Angel was longing for more.




Entirely against her will, he tortured her sweetly, watching her struggle and writhe, and then pulled his hand from her clutching depths to make a fist. Again, he inserted his middle finger, pressing his fist to her pulsating need.




Her gyrations were nearly his undoing, watching her throw her head back, she spread her legs wider, offering him unfettered access, and he fisted her craven cunt with powerful strokes, slamming his fist into her burning need.




He pushed her closer to the edge of a precipice she had never experienced before, and then stopped, leaving her bereft, empty, and confused. She screamed her frustration and he taunted her,




“Not yet, my anguished fuck toy.” He looked into her eyes, dark with illicit desire, demanding,




“What do you want, slave?”




Angel struggled to recover from intense cravings; her nerves still humming with the raw, sexual heat, inflicted on her at his hands, feeling it singe her veins, and she fought; looking for the surface to break through.




Finally, she collapsed, surrendering herself, body and soul.




Davis watched her intently, giving her enough space to absorb what had just happened. He was careful to keep her in his arms, not sure if she would bolt at first opportunity.




Angel lay against his hard frame, resting her head on his shoulder, with her thoughts protesting his demands, How dare he turn the tables on me? This isn’t how it was supposed to go!




He let her breathing slow, then tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her eyes searched his with an unspoken question hanging in the air between them. She was entirely at his mercy.




Davis drank her in, staring into her eyes, straight down to the bottom of her soul, thinking, My God, she’s fucking breathtaking! He just stared at her for a long moment, reading her expression, soaking in the depth of her need, and fighting for composure.




He stroked her cheek, smoothing her hair back, running his fingers up and down her neck, and cupped her cheek. He held her gently, and dragged her slight frame on top of him, claiming her in a kiss that stole her breath, and branded her his own.




Angel lay in his arms, her chest rising and falling against his hard frame, letting him claim her. His long, thick manhood strained against her, and she unwittingly parted her legs, with her body aching for a fulfillment only he could provide.



Davis watched her trying to face the depths of a depravity that lay within her. Angel tried to wrap her brain around figuring out how it had come to this. She needed him to fill her up, thinking, Like a junkie needs a fix. And she wavered between fighting the realization and embracing it. Davis interrupted her thoughts,




“Tell me, little one. What do you want?”




Angel squeezed her fists, steeling herself, and shook her head.




“It’s okay, Angel. You can trust me.”




“I don’t know! This isn’t how I thought…”




Angel railed against having to admit it, but the words tumbled from her lips,




“It’s not how I meant for this to go,” she confessed. “I’ve never in my life…”





Her voice caught in her throat and he stroked her body, kissing her senseless, and then fisted her hair, bringing her eyes level with his.





“It’s okay to be vulnerable, Angel. I promise, I won’t abandon you.” And then breathed against her lips, whispering,



“Tell me what you want, slave.”




Again, she started, “I, I…”




“Say it, Angel.”




“I can’t!”




He kissed her hard, nudging her thighs apart, and stroking her deepest secrets.”




“You can and you must, sweet slave.”




Davis teased her vaginal opening, and stroked her clitoris. He kissed her deeply; inhaling her breath, her indecision, and her protests. Then continued his carnal assault, scorching her senses, but always stopping just before she could climax, saying,




“Tell me, slave. Set yourself free. Tell me your deepest, darkest desire. What do you want, my beautiful slut?”




“I want you to make love to me, Davis, like no one ever has. Take me in every way you desire. Brand me your own.”




And then he did; impaling her with the hardest erection he’d ever experienced, driving deep into her tight, sucking wet. He thrusted powerfully, with slow, deliberate strokes, until her breasts heaved, thrusting against him.




Angel vibrated on top of him, her thighs clutching his sides, and she whimpered with a longing torn from the soul of her.




She pulled her legs up, bent at the knees, offering him unfettered ease, and he pummeled her mercilessly as lay on top of him, unafraid now, trusting him as she’d never trusted another.




Davis’s voice was ragged, as his deeply tanned chest heaved against her, and his eyes possessed hers, dark with desire. He pushed her toward erotic frenzy, and cried out,




“Tell me what you want, slave.”




Not pausing for her answer, he drank in the beauty of her unbridled hunger, spanking her cheeks, kneading her flesh, and driving his unyielding passion into her.




“Tell me what I want to hear, love.”




“Have your way with me, Davis. I’m your willing slave. Fuck me. Use me. Degrade me. As long as you extinguish the fire with me, I’ll do anything you ask, Master.”




Davis crushed her to him, loving her desperately; his heart swelling with joy, and she responded with a passion so sweet, so dark, that it had lain undetected in the shadows of her heart, undetected. She’d had no way to know that this illicit exigency resided within her. He had awakened a beast within, and she would count on him to help her tame it.




Angel arched her spine, forcing her hungry cunt down over his rock-hard manhood, feeling him growing in her clutching canal. He forced her open to him, wider and wider, growing harder than he had thought possible, and she begged him,



“Don’t stop! Please, Master, take me! Fuck me like no one ever has. Force me open. Take everything I’ve have. I’m yours.”




Davis responded, smacking her perfect ass sharply, picking up speed and intensity, and pushing her straight into the teeth of white-hot, illicit desire.




Angel exploded on his cock, falling into electric waves, and spasming in delirium, as his manhood throbbed against the walls of her pussy.




Angel collapsed against his chest, sobbing softly; tears trickling down her cheeks, and Davis sat up, scooping her into his arms. He placed her on his lap, reigning kisses over her face, and neck, stroking her hair, and issuing soothingly,




“Shhh, it’s okay, Angel. I’m right here, my love.




Davis knew that this had been an intense experience. He had pushed her near to breaking. He’d had to.



He had pushed her beyond herself, to unlock an illicit passion she couldn’t faced otherwise, but he wouldn’t let her fall alone. Softly, he whispered,




“I won’t abandon you, my love. I’m right here. Shhh.” He whispered against her heated skin, eliciting goosebumps on her flesh, as he marveled at the intensity of her climax. Davis held her close to him, locked in his protective embrace, knowing that he wanted this for the rest of his life.




He’d wanted to propose that minute, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. Davis let her sleep in his arms, petting her hair, rubbing her back, and already planning his future with her.