Angel: Rochon Bears by Moxie North

every moan hit him straight in his cock. That part of his body was still hard from the first scent of her in the building.
    Even after having sex with her a number of times at the motel, he fell asleep with half a woody like his dick was just pausing for a break.
    The first feeling of her pussy wrapping around his cock was like heaven. He hadn’t meant to just jump in, but when she came with his thumb in her ass, he couldn’t wait a second more. So many possibilities came to mind, all the things he wanted to try with her. See how she responded to being led just the way he wanted her to go. He knew it was domineering, but it was the only way he knew how to be.
    Outside of bed, he was pretty easy going. In bed, he liked what he liked and didn’t think he needed to compromise. Becks certainly didn’t complain. She begged, pleaded, and ordered him to keep pushing her. She didn’t realize that was what she was doing, but it was her true self coming out.
    Not once in her willingness to play did she hesitate or ask him to stop. They were so in sync that it was like the hundredth time they had made love, not the first. Well, the first time he made love. The second time he woke her up by entering her and fucking her awake.

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    R oom 10

    “ P retty girl , wake up,” he whispered into her ear as he slid his cock between her folds.
    She moaned under him and didn’t open her eyes.
    “I’ll give you another orgasm if you wake up,” he offered. Moving down to her neck, he sucked on the already marked skin there.
    “What?”
    Angel heard the quiet, slurred voice in his ear.
    “Wake up, baby. I need you again,” he said, nipping her skin then raising above her, his arms on either side of her head.
    Normally, he wanted to keep his eyes on her, but it felt so good he kept catching himself closing them and savoring the feelings.
    “You have to wake up. You have work to do.”
    “Work? Is it morning?” she mumbled.
    Laughing, he slid his hand between them and flicked his thumb over her clit knowing it would be sensitive.
    He heard her gasp as her body arched under him. “That’s it; not so sleepy now, are you?”
    “I was happily sleeping after I came two, wait three times? Whatever, haven’t you had enough?”
    “Not of you. You have become quite addictive in a short time. How is that? Are you a witch? Because you’ve cast a spell over me that I’m not sure I want to fight. Your sweet pussy has become my new favorite thing. Better than Christmas, better than Moon Pies, which by the way I normally claim as my first love. But you, you are what I want every day.
    “Okay, fine, wrap me up if you must.”
    With another laugh and also a position change. Angel hooked his arm around her back under her hips and rolled both of them, so he was on his back, and she was straddling him, his cock deep inside her.
    “Oh damn, that’s good,” she moaned, dropping her head back.
    “That is good. Even better, I get to lie back while you do all the work,” he said with a growl.
    “You may be disappointed. I’m not a big horse rider,” she smarted back.
    “You saying my cock is as big as a horse’s? Why thank you; that’s very flattering,” Angel said, his gaze trying to make out the fuzzy outline of her breasts. His hands came up and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. They were dry, and he needed to do something about that. Jack-knifing up, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and wetted it, repeating the move to the other one.
    Laying back, his thumbs slid easily now over those swollen globes. “These are my second favorite thing now.”
    “Hmm, I’d say you were a breast man, but my pussy was your first favorite, and let’s be honest. That’s every man’s favorite thing.”
    “True, but here’s a secret; we like to change the order of our favorite things. One day, it might be your pussy, the next the small of your back. Tuesdays, those could be reserved for the backs of your knees. The best thing about