43 — JULIAN ADAMS (POV)

“Wait here.” I say, sliding my finger down her jaw to her chin.
I walk to the kitchen, opening the freezer to grab an ice cube, “You seem to have quite enjoyed the cold sensation against your skin…”
She's staring at me with a naughty expression that makes me shiver all over.
“Did you know, Angel? They say hell is actually cold.”
I give her a smile and pick up the ice cube, moving closer to the couch again until I stop in front of her, who's sitting on her legs like a good, obedient girl. The way she lifts her face to look at me, with eyes burning in lust and anticipation, and hands low on her lap…. She's submitting to me completely without even realizing it.
This makes me tease her.
I rub the ice cub against her lips slowly, “Open your mouth, girl.”
Angelee nods slightly and smiles, opening her mouth, allowing me to slide it into her mouth, along with my finger, “Suck it right.”
When her tongue swirls around my finger and sucks it with the ice, my breathing gets deeper, “Yeah, that's it.”
Bringing my other hand up to her face, I stroke gently, feeling the conflicting sensation of her warm mouth with the ice mingling. But as she feels my caressing touch, she closes her eyes — which makes me slap her face and say hoarsely, “Eyes open.”
Angelee obeys and sucks even deeper, sliding her tongue all over my finger, making the ice bump against my fingerprint, inside her cheek. But when I press it to her palate, she moans with the back of her throat.
I slide the hand that's still on her face to the nape, holding it firmly, fitting my fingers perfectly around her neck. She seems to like the strong way I hold it because a smile rises on her lips.
“Innocence…? No, I was wrong… You're not innocent at all, babe.” I say in a low tone, squeezing a little tighter, noticing her smile widen, “If I'd known it before…”
I press the ice against her cheek this time, watching the curve it makes outwards, bringing wild thoughts to my mind…. “I would have fucked you long, long ago…”
She's trying so hard to keep her eyes open… sliding her tongue, swirling, swallowing lightly at the saliva and the ice melting in her warm mouth.
“Open your mouth.” She obeys, and I hook my finger in her lower teeth, pulling so that she opens her mouth wide and shows me the ice. “You haven't sucked it all…. I'll have to put it somewhere else.”
The way her eyes widen slightly makes me let out a low laugh, but she doesn't protest when I slide the ice cube down her neck, leaving a wet, cold trail across her shivering skin. And when I brush it against her hard nipple, Angel tilts her head back and moans hoarsely.
Hearing the way the pleasure leaks from her lips drives me completely insane with impatience. So I slide the ice all over her belly until reach these thicc hips, leading all the way down to her inner thigh — and she moans again, lower….
“I love it when you moan for me…” I say, leaning over, resting my hand on the couch beside her head, “I love the way your body shivers for me.”
Angelee looks down at my lips, and I know what she's thinking… what she wants. But I won't kiss her … I'm still kind of mad that she would go to a place like that…. Besides, I really want to torture her now.
Rubbing the ice against her stiff clit, I watch her arch her body and tilt her head back even more. This reaction brings me an absurdly satisfying sensation, and I can't help but smile.
I keep rubbing the ice against her most sensitive place with slow, circular motions, delighting in the way she simply can't hold back the moans and has closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.
But then… I lower the ice cube, and press it into her entrance.
Angelee grabs my shoulders, letting out a loud sigh that mixes so many sensations that she's probably incapable of decipher. But her eyes, locked on mine, tell me everything I need to know — the cold feeling inside her is making her more aroused.
I finally seek her lips, imposing a slow but deep rhythm, entwining my tongue with hers the way she did with ice. Her mouth is cold, so inviting that I let out a moan from deep in my throat.
Grabbing her hair, I pull our mouths apart. And straightening my body, I pull her head against my hip, so that my cock brushes against her lips, which are also slightly cold. She raises her eyes wide, looking at me, and takes it into her mouth with a deep suck that makes it slide entirely into her mouth.
I let out a loud moan, hoarse as a roar; her cold mouth, and the saliva that leave it slippery, is making me roll my eyes. I hold tightly to her hair, guiding her mouth back and forth, feeling her tongue swirling around the tip, slipping through the bulging vein she seems to like so much.
Griping her hair even tighter, I moan again, clenching my teeth so hard that the muscle in my jaw jumps at the growing beard.
“You suck me so good, babe…” I say, pulling her by the hair, making her tilt her head to look at me properly, still with the tip at her lips, “Are you keeping the ice inside your little pussy?”
She nods, kissing my hard-on.
“What a good girl…” I push her head against my hip again, burying the whole erection in her mouth. And when it reaches the bottom of her throat, I throw my head back, moaning deeply, feeling chills all over my body, spreading across my skin like a fucking stain.
I hold her head tightly, feeling how she tries to swallow her drooling and my cock, but I'm filling her entire throat, choking her completely….
“That's it… Choke on my cock….”
I keep holding her head for a few more seconds, until she squeezes my hips hard, clawing me deep — then I pull her hair back, jumping out of her mouth.
Tilting her face, I notice that it's reddened, with drool running down her chin, and how her eyes waters intensely…. But she's smiling.
She's fucking smiling.
I lean over her again and give her a quick, deep, hungry kiss, as my finger goes inside her, searching for the ice cub… But I couldn't help but smile.
“Angel, your pussy is so hot it melted the ice.”
She opens her lips to answer me, but I shut her up with another kiss and, without hesitation, put my cock all the way in one quick thrust, feeling her slightly cold and tight interior, receiving me so easily.
A moan escapes from deep in my throat.
I'm delirious, burying everything, taking it out just to put it in again, delighting myself in her loud moans.
The feeling of being inside Angelee is definitely the best in the world… there's nothing better! The way that her pussy is naturally tight, but she's already used to my size…. It makes me lose my fucking mind. And the lack of the condom makes me feel everything more intensely….
I'm certainly going crazy, and it's all this girl's fault.
Kissing her intensely again, I’m making my hips slide, disappearing all my cock inside Angelee's body. And she's hugging me, with nails tearing my skin slightly, leaving her marks that I don't mind in the slightest… I would never let a woman show such possessiveness over me, but all I want is for Angelee to mark my entire damn body.
I squeeze her against me, feeling her breasts slide across my sweaty abs, her stiff nipples rubbing against the curves of my eight packs…. And that's making it harder and harder to resist the oncoming orgasm.
Gripping her thigh firmly and lifting her leg slightly, I bury myself even deeper. And that causes Angelee to scream out loud, exploding in an intense climax that I can feel squeezing me so hard it drives my hard-on out naturally.
The sense of relief at her doing this is soon replaced by my own orgasm, which spreads all over her belly and thighs, sliding down her soft skin.
Locking our gazes, I know that it's not enough.
Not for me — not for her.
So I pick her up carefully and carry her to my room.
***
I watch Angelee's bare back, her legs tangled in the sheet. She seems to be sleeping soundly, so I just place a kiss on her shoulder and pull the sheet, covering her up to her breasts.
With a sigh, I sit on the edge of the bed, running my hand through my hair. In the silence of the room and my mind now in place, I can sort my thoughts about what happened tonight.
I look down at my hands, the knuckles bruised.
Then I take the phone on the bedside table and call her, bringing it to my ear, waiting for the pickup… which happens on the fifth ring.
“Hello, dear.” I find her angry tone even on the other end of the line, “Did you remember me?”
“I'm sorry to end our night this way.” I say low, almost hoarsely.
“What happened? You got arrested and only got out now?”
I give a sarcastic laugh, “I just took Angelee home.”
“Oh, you had a great night, you bastard!” I hear her snort, “I was worried about nothing! I thought something bad happened, but there you are, having fun with your girl.”
“She's not my girl, Cathy.” I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
“You can't fool me, Juls. We've known each other for years; I know you care about her… more than you think.”
I cast a glance at Angelee's back and stand up slowly, walking with light steps to the living room… she must be exhausted after everything that happened. Better not wake her up since this week will be busy.
“It doesn't matter. I called you because I want to ask you something.”
“And what can I do for you, dear?” There's sarcasm in her voice again.
“Can you check if Eric Smith goes to the club often? Or something else like that?”
“The dude you attacked in the middle of the club and left me to clear up your mess?” I roll my eyes, “Yeah, I'll see what I can do.”
“That asshole is her ex. I'm not going to apologize for punching him, it was deserved.”
“Fine, fine. Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she's asleep now.” I rest my hand on the kitchen island, lowering my head with the phone still pressed against my ear, “Really, I'm sorry.”
“No problem, I've found better company for the night.” Even though I can't see her face right now, I know she's smiling mischievously, “And you won't ruin my night for the second time. I'll call you later…. Good night, Juls.”
“Good night, Cathy.” I hang up the phone, sighing deeply.
Looking down the hallway to my room, I feel my heart squeeze suddenly.
*My girl, huh…*