Angel Read Free

but too fuckin’ out of control to get the words out. I smack and pinch her tits.
    Her pussy gets real fuckin’ tight, and then she starts coming in waves. I pull the t-shirt away from her face, so she can look me right in the eyes. The bitch fuckin’ keeps comin’ when she sees me workin’ my cock right up inside her. I pull out. I’m so fuckin’ close.
    “I want your come,” she says, real fuckin’ desperate. I untie the chains from her wrists, and she drops to the floor. She puts both her hands on my cock and looks up at me like she’s prayin’. She starts workin’ it with her hands. She’s got a firm grip, and her movements are fast, but controlled. She’s doin’ a fuckin’ good job, learnin’ just what I want. One of her hands goes to my balls, and I’m about ready to fuckin’ blow. She opens her mouth, and I come a fuckin’ giant load over her beautiful fuckin’ face. She jerks out the last fluids from my cock, and then licks it from her lips, swallowing it like it’s fuckin’ honey.
    I go over to the crate, light a cigarette and toss her a burrito I bought in the morning. “Eat up,” I say, “that’s just the start.”

Chapter Three
     
    I’m sluggin’ back my fifth beer of the day and pacing around the warehouse like a fuckin’ animal. Training’s goin’ damn well, but I’m getting’ a little fuckin’ edgy over what’s gonna happen next.
    Butch ain’t stupid. He knows that without me the LLMC can kiss the cartel goodbye, as well as the entire bitch-haulin’ business. I give him a day before he figures how much he fuckin’ needs me and gets in touch.
    Amber’s in the bathroom at the back of the warehouse, cleanin’ up. At least, I thought it was fuckin’ Amber ‘til I hear the sound of smashing glass. I toss my beer and run inside to see the bitch squeezin’ herself out of a tiny window at the far side. “You fuckin’ crazy, bitch?” I grab for her legs, and the bitch lands a lucky fuckin’ kick on my nose. “Fuck!” She gets outside, and my blood’s boilin’. I touch my face and feel the blood trickling out of my nose. It’s Lilith alright.
    I turn back and make for my bike. Bitch can’t go far. The closest fuckin’ thing resembling a human is at least half a fuckin’ mile away. I kick the engine into life and wheel-spin the bike around to face the big double doors that I left unlocked just for this. I let the wheels catch the floor, and the bike leaps forward beautifully, like a fuckin’ coyote on the hunt, slamming through the doors and out into the heat of the desert.
    I slide my bike out on to the dusty road and see the bitch runnin’ like crazy. She’s headin’ in the wrong direction, and I forget she made my nose bleed a few seconds ago. I’m findin’ it so fuckin’ funny. I decide to have some fuckin’ fun and rev the bike up behind her. She looks back at me with her eyes wild and fuckin’ crazy. Is she fuckin’ smiling? I make my bike roar like a fuckin’ demon and ride right by her, so fuckin’ fast that the bitch is spinnin’ in my dust. I skid a 180 and stop, so I’m facin’ the bitch.
    Blocking the road.
    Daring the bitch to come at me.
    She’s lookin’ straight at me with that angry fuckin’ face that I’m gettin’ used to. She can see I’m bleeding, and can’t be fuckin’ crazy enough to test me, but every time I think Lilith can’t get any more deranged, the bitch surprises the shit outta me.
    We’re looking right at each other, with the same fuckin’ intensity as the night we fucked on the floor. Then Lilith starts walking straight toward me. I rev the bike, and she doesn’t flinch. I’m tempted to fuckin’ ride right over her, here in the desert, where she should be dead and buried already. This time, I ain’t fuckin’ soft, though, I’m just real fuckin’ curious.
    She steps up beside the bike, raises her leg clean over the handle bars and straddles me, her back to the front wheel.  Bitch puts a hand to my face