Bundle of Angel

  Angel Series

  Book I: Naughty Angel

  Book II: Their Angel

  Book III: Another for Angel

  Gia Blue

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Editor: Marisa Chenery | Cover Artist: Gia Blue

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  Naughty Angel

  Daddy caught me in bed with Jeremy Dettling, getting fucked in the ass and talking dirty. To make matters worse, I was, of course, calling Jeremy “Daddy”. Because, yeah, I’ve got a total thing for my stepdad. And it’s not as if I even grew up with him or anything. He was my stepdad for all of a year and he spent that traveling with Mom all the time.

  My pussy creams for him. Hard core. I want him in my ass, my mouth, my pussy, between my breasts. If any part of my body can get fucked, I want him doing it.

  So Jeremy is fucking me deep, on his knees, ass to his heels and I’m mimicking the position, resting on his lap, prick deep inside me. He pushes in nice and slow, stretching me, making sure every nook and cranny is stuffed with his cock.

  “Fuck, Daddy. Give it to me.”

  He retreats, pulling out the tiniest bit before shoving forward hard, jarring my breasts. I lean my head against his shoulder, taking it all.

  “Such a dirty little slut, getting fucked in the ass by her daddy.” Jeremy doesn’t mind playing my games. It gets him off. Not as much as me, but he likes fucking me so he goes along.

  My pussy creams, juice just dripping down my thighs, clenching and aching to be filled by another cock. I’ve never done double penetration, but I’m sure I’d love it.

  I slip a hand between my thighs, fingers finding my clit with ease, and I circle the little nub. Round and round, dragging my pleasure higher.

  He pulls out a little more and slams back in once again, one of his hands reaching around to pinch a nipple. The other grips my shoulder, shoving me down on his dick, giving it to me harder. I raise a little, giving him more room to fuck my back hole. I’m so tight back there, gripping him, and I revel in the dirty, the forbidden, feelings clawing through my body.

  “Fuck me, harder Daddy. Your dirty slut wants more.”

  Jeremy takes advantage of the space, tipping and raising his hips, shoving that fat cock into me over and over again, give and take. His breath is harsh in my ear, those nasty words urging me on.

  “My whore. Daddy fucker. My cum-slut.” His voice is a deep growl, washing over me.

  My pussy clenches hard, shudders of pleasure shimmying through me, telling me my orgasm is close. Those tremors in my cunt bring my nerves to life. I want it, crave it like my next breath. I’m bouncing on his prick, his shaft feels as if it’s growing inside me, more hints of pain making me hotter, needier.

  “Fuckmefuckmefuckme...”

  Jeremy grunts, increases his pace, “Take it.” Brutal thrusts and the sound of damp, slapping flesh war with the sound of our pants. “Take it all, bitch.”

  “Ah!” My pussy clenches tight, walls closing in on each other, pleasure emanating from my cunt, filling me from heat to head, rocketing through my entire being, pumping in my veins, stealing my breath in that moment. My heart stutters, beat tripping and stumbling while the ecstasy seeps into every pore. God, it’s as if my very blood is heated and burning me from inside out.

  He pumps into me, once, twice and again before he freezes, cock hard and deep, pulsing in my channel. I know he’s coming. I did that. Me. My ass. My hole.

  The mere thought sends another shiver through me, aftershocks of my orgasm boil over me and I shiver, my heart slowing, breathe becoming normal once again.

  “Goddamn, Angelica.” His voice is a low whisper.

  Jeremy gives my nipple one last pinch and then slips back behind me, nudging between our bodies. Probably to hold the condom on as he retreats and I ease forward to hands and knees, moaning at the loss of his cock.

  I love cock. Love to be filled with it, taste it.

  My eyes have been closed this whole time, imaging my stepdad behind me, filling me, fucking me until I can’t breathe. I open them and now my heart isn’t stuttering anymore, no it’s frozen in my chest, not beating, not doing a damned thing. I’ve died. Right here on the bed, tits hanging, well-fucked and shocked beyond belief.

  I’m eighteen. An adult. A grownup as far as the government is concerned.

  But right now, my gaze is locked on my stepdad. In the flesh. He’s shirtless, as always when he’s home, and staring at me. His expression a mixture of shock and something I’ve never seen before.

  A strangled groan comes from behind me and I figure Jeremy must have just caught sight of my stepdad.

  The truth is he’s not my stepdad anymore. He’s been divorced from my mom for years and I’m living in his pool house after my most recent falling-out with her. But she’s a hot cougar, which means my stepdad is only, like, thirty-five. A very hot thirty-five.

  And I still introduce him to my friends as my dad. Well, because it gets me hot.

  “Mr. Morelli, I...”

  His face darkens, a deep red stealing across his features and the vein in his temple is throbbing. Not a good sign.

  I snatch my blanket to my chest, covering my naked, sweat-soaked body with the cool fabric.

  “Out.” One word, growled between his clenched teeth.

  Not good.

  I need to remind myself I’m an adult. Right. Sorta.

  Jeremy doesn’t seem to need to be told twice. He bounds from my bed, snatching his clothes from the ground before his slips by Luca, their bodies not touching.

  Luca Morelli. Even his name is sexy. Mom always had good taste in men. Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He’s tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum.

  Of course my fantasies aren’t really happening right now.

  Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I’ve really been reading too many romance novels.

  Seriously.

  We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I’m barely breathing, waiting for what he’s gonna say. I know he’s not my “real” dad. That guy is long gone. But I don’t like disappointing Luca, and I’m figuring getting fucked in the pool house and calling the guy Daddy might be the tiniest bit over the top for him.

  He’s always seemed like a missionary type of guy. Doesn’t mean I want him any less. If he gave me a chance, I’d just get used to being on my back all the time. It’d be worth it to get my hands on him.

  Finally, after what feels like fifteen minutes ticks by, he speaks. “Damn it, Angel.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it, making him look even hotter with the disheveled strands sticking up. “What am I gonna do with you?” He growls and my pussy responds, tightening, aching to be filled. I love that growl, that deep timbre of his voice.

  “Fuck me?” Can’t help it. I’m already fucked, in a not nice way, might as well go for broke.

  Luca moans, drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes. “Angel.”


  The way he says my name gets to me. The deep rolling voice, the shortened form of Angelica. I’m his Angel. Dirty as I am.

  “Daddy?” I keep my voice light, small, hoping to tempt him.

  “Angelica, we can’t. We’ve talked about this.”

  “But...”

  He blows out a breath, harsh and quick. “You need to stop picking up random guys, Angel. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble and--”

  I crawl forward a bit, moving on my knees. “It wouldn’t happen if I had you. I’d only do you.”

  One of his hands twitches, pulling my focus from his face to his hips. I’m spellbound, watching while he brings it to his groin, palms his cock. And I can see the bulge there, waiting for me. My mouth. My hands.

  I lick my lower lip, mouth watering. “Luca...”

  I’ve done things like this, getting caught, from the time I moved in on my eighteenth birthday. Six months I’ve traipsed through the main house in barely nothing, lying out by the pool in even less. Sometimes even going topless, excusing my nakedness by saying I didn’t want tan lines on my tits.

  Can’t have tan lines.

  “Only me, Angel.”

  My nipples harden, pussy creaming, growing wetter at the mere idea that he’s relenting. Even a little. Until I get his cock in me, I’m not assuming anything.

  I open my mouth, whisper, not wanting to break the spell. “Only you.”

  He steps forward, that normal rolling gate, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I lower the blanket, expose my body to his gaze. It should be familiar to him by now, but his eyes widen, tongue slips out to wet his lips. Luca looks hungry, needy. His palm hasn’t strayed from his erection, hand sliding up and down, cloth separating skin from skin.

  “Any way I want.”

  I nod. “Any way.” He can’t do anything to me that I haven’t already done with guys I’ve picked up from bars.

  “Whatever I want.”

  “Yes.” Two feet separate us, my gaze locked on his.

  I don’t move. Can’t. I’m afraid of moving. Don’t want to scare him, pounce on him and fuck myself with his dick.

  “I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without a condom, but I’m coming in you, Angel. You’re mine.”

  I come. Right there. Pussy just fucking exploding in pleasure and I can’t stop the shudders, the shivering and the fucking joy that pours through me. I moan and drop my ass to my knees, hump the air for a moment, pinch my nipple to prolong the pleasure a bit. “Yours.” I raise my hips, aching. “Only yours. Nothing between us. Nothing.”

  I can’t help my reaction. I’m a sexual animal. Words, looks, bodies...it all turns me on.

  Eyes closed, I don’t see the slap coming, couldn’t imagine that Daddy would react like that. He smacks my pussy, palm connecting with my lower lips, palm colliding with my over-sensitized skin. I open my eyes and scream. “Fuck!”

  He pets the pain away and I keep my hips rocking, stealing a bit more pleasure from his touch, panting as my arousal spikes higher. “Yeah...” I try to push down on his hand, grind against him, but he just smacks my pussy again, a quick, sharp slap followed by the tender touches.

  “No. It’s mine. Your body is mine. Take what I give you. You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

  I whimper. He’s so strong and commanding. He’s like that in everyday life, but he’s also pretty uptight. I had figured he’d be that way in the bedroom as well. I’m more than pleasantly surprised by this.

  “Yes, Daddy.” He nudges my thighs wider, my lower lips separating with the movement and I’m rewarded with an even harder slap than before, palm colliding with my needy clit. “Daddy!” I can’t help the yell, the scream as my body responds. “Please?”

  “Can you come this way? Cream all over my hand?”

  I lick my lips. I want to say yes, but... “I don’t know. Please?”

  Luca strokes my pussy softly, feather-light touches. “No one has spanked this pretty cunt? You’re practically screaming for a spanking, aren’t you?”

  I can’t hear anything but the pounding in my ears now, sensations overwhelming me, taking over and crashing all around me. He alternates between tender touches and sharp slaps, dirty, dirty words washing over me. Getting nastier with each passing moment.

  The sound of skin against skin practically echoes off the walls. Not the hurried sounds of sloppy fucking. No, it’s tight, sharp and confident smacks against my pussy. Then there’s an overwhelming pressure there, the flat of his fingers crowding my clit, pressing hard and shaking back and forth. Quicker than a hummingbird’s wings he rubs it, tearing my orgasm from me, flinging me from aroused to exploding in less than two shakes.

  “Come on my hand, little girl. Now.” His mouth is next to my ear, hot breath fanning over my skin, and I can’t help but listen, break against his hand and sob his name.

  “Luca!”

  I’m waiting for him to slow, let the pleasure ebb a little like most men I’ve been with. They let me come down before we start over.

  Not Luca.

  Still riding the wave, he slaps my pussy.

  “Again.”

  Smack.

  “Come you dirty slut.”

  He fists my hair, yanks my head back and rubs his face against my neck, five o’clock shadow scratching my skin. One last slap and I’m coming again, gushing over the sheets, cunt spasming, and I’m beyond words, just screams and sobbing and I don’t know which way is up. I simply know white hot, pure pleasure and how it overwhelms me, takes over my body.

  Then I’m leaning back, tender hands petting me, soothing me, cuddling me close and laying me on the bed, sweet words filling my ears and easing me back to the present.

  “So beautiful, my Angel. Daddy’s little angel.”

  The shift from nasty ecstasy to tender touches leaves me reeling, unable to find the ground beneath my feet.

  “Such a good girl.”

  “Luca?”

  I’m looking into his eyes, his hand cupping my cheek, a small smile toying with the edges of his lips. “Liked that, did you?”

  An aftershock slithers through me, eyes drifting half-closed. “You have no idea.”

  He brushes his lips across mine, the tiniest hint of connection and the first we’ve ever shared. Again he nuzzles me, mouth near my ear. “This is what it’ll be like sometimes, Angel. I can be sweet and I can be rough. You need to decide now if you can handle that.”

  I whimper, his hand drawing circles around my nipple. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Luca rains gentle kisses down my neck, stroking me with his hand, traveling along my body, exploring me as if I were a new land. Gentle and sensuous, he inspects every inch of my body from collarbone to hips. It’s then that I gasp, his moist breath fanning over the heated flesh of my bare lower lips.

  He nudges my legs apart, insinuating himself between my thighs, his knees separating them even more. I watch, transfixed, as he pops the button on his jeans, lowers the zipper ever so slowly, exposing more and more skin to my gaze. The dark hair that leads from his belly button, his treasure trail, extends into the depths beneath his pants. I want to trace that line with my tongue. I wet my lower lip and he watches the movement.

  “Soon, baby. Just not yet.”

  I whimper, wanting just a small taste.

  Luca’s cock rises between the open zippered flaps of his jeans, tempting me, a tiny drop of pre-cum sticking to the tip. He reaches in and tugs his cock and balls free, brings them into the open air and lets me get the first good look of his prick.

  Fuck, but he’s long, fat and thick, hot and stiff for me. As if it knows it’s about to be welcomed into paradise. My pussy’s ready for him, wet and wanting. I want to be stretched and filled by him, fucked long and hard.

  He strokes his dick from root to tip. I stare, drinking up every move he makes, learning how he likes to be touched. His grip is sure and strong, rising and falling along his length, using the drops of pre-cum as lubricant.

  I
want to taste him so bad my mouth is watering.

  “Want it?”

  I nod, desperate.

  “Beg.”

  One word. It takes one word and I crumble. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I’ll be such a good little girl. So good.” I spread my legs wider, let my knees fall open and expose all of my secrets to him. “I hurt so bad. Make it feel better. Please?” I rock my hips, down and up, pretending I’m fucking him, hands on my breasts, fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. “Need it so bad.”

  Luca leans over me, cock length rubs against my exposed cunt, sliding over my bare lips, the delicate friction sending shards of pleasure through me. He braces his hands on either side of my head, gaze boring into mine while he flexes his hips, slides that slick cock along my slit achingly slow. An inch up, an inch down, shift and slither. Head of his prick catching on my engorged, over-sensitized clit. The pressure bordering on pain, but it’s a pain I crave.

  “Fuck your little whore, Daddy.”

  He smirks, passion growing. I lift my legs so I can dig my heels into his jean-clad ass. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Your slut, Luca. Only yours.”

  The thrust is so sudden, so unexpected, I scream when he fills me, arch my back and claw at his shoulders. I can’t figure out if I want closer or to crawl away. He stretches and fills me, pain slicing through my cunt, the burn almost unbearable. One hand grips the juncture of my shoulder and neck, holding me captive, not letting me wiggle from his taking.

  “Mine. Take it.” He pushes forward even more and I can’t believe all of him isn’t in me yet. “Take.” Slam. “It.”

  I can’t breathe. It’s too much and not enough. “More.”

  “That’s it.” He grips my shoulder and gives me the rest, his pubs against my lips, balls on my ass. I’ve got him.

  “Fuck, Daddy.” I pull him down, capture his lips with mine, pour all of my passion into the kiss. I lick and taste and bite, moan into our connection. He pulls his cock out a bit and pushes home again, the burn subsiding and quickly turning into pure, unadulterated pleasure. I open my mouth, tongue still, just sharing my breath with him, panting.