Black Angel

Chapter Twenty-One

Zola

    I was scared as hell. I knew he saw me naked already. I knew I could trust him with everything I had. And I did, really.
    But I was scared to disappoint him because of his existing and my lack of knowledge and experience in that field.
    We'd leave for our honeymoon tomorrow morning. That meant there was no escaping this night. At least I remembered to shave properly.
    Now, standing in front of his front door, we just stared into each other's eyes. He was the first to recover. Scooping down, he lifted me up in his arms, making me squeal.
    "Derrick!" I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He opened the door and walked straight towards his- our bedroom.
    When we entered the room, I gasped.
    The floor was lit with fake candles and the bed was neatly made, red rose petals scattered across the blanket.
    He placed me on my feet and placed one hand on my lower back, just above my ass, and the other caressed my cheek, while I placed my hands on his chest.
    My heart rate and my breathing both became erratic.
    I was scared and excited at once. He'll see every scar.
    "You're overthinking, aren't you?" He asked, his voice husky and his lips curving up in a smile, grazing my own.
    I nodded and opened my mouth to speak, but he blocked my attempt by kissing me. He pushed his tongue in my mouth, letting it explore as it pleased as it danced with my tongue.
    This kiss felt nothing like the ones before. This kiss was like the calm before the storm.
    And with that, he pulled back and slowly turned me around, so my back was facing him.
    Every tiniest piece of my skin tangled with his touch as he slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing my bare top.
    Then finally, he let the dress fall to the ground with a soft thud, a quiet groan escaping him right after.
    I wore panties – which were soaked already – but still: I was exposed to him. Desire, excitement, fear, love. Every emotion pitched my heart rate up to a level where I was breathing heavy.
    "Would you mind turning around for me, baby?" He whispered in my ear and I swallowed heavy as I felt his erection press against my back.
    Slowly turning to face him again, my head cast down the whole time, he cupped my face in his large hands and made me look at him.
    In his eyes were hunger and desire, but much more visible was love.
    "You don't hide from me, princess. Okay? I won't do anything you don't want me to. You say stop, I stop. It's that simple. Today, everything will be as you please and everything will be for your pleasure."
    My heart swelled and I no longer felt exposed.
    "May I?" I asked smilingly, placing my hands on the upper buttons of his white button-up shirt. He smirked and nodded, which gave me the confidence to unbutton his shirt.
    When I unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it off, it revealed his tanned and tattooed top. The perfect sculpted muscles, the chest, his abs. Last time I checked he had a tiny belly and I really liked it, but this new part: wow.
    I realized that I was staring when he softly grabbed my wrists and let my hands explore his olive skin. Electricity shot through me when our skin touched in this consensual manner.
    "Can I continue?" I asked as I slowly slipped my hands off his hands and let them slide down to the hem of his tux pants.
    He shivered visibly at my touch down there and started breathing heavy. When he nodded, I forged on and undid his pants, which had a huge bulge already.
    How will that fit?
    Sliding down the zipper, he let out a low groan and after I slid the belt off his waist, the pants fell to the ground with a thud and a tiny clank.
    Just in our underwear, with me not wearing a bra, he captured his lips with mine one more time.
    He placed his hands on my ass and pulled me close as he deepened the kiss. Sliding his hands down to my thighs, he said "Jump." into the kiss, making this moment sexier than anything I've ever experienced, heard or even read about in my books.
    I guessed it was the fact that I was experiencing it myself right now. For the first time in my life.
    I jumped and snaked my legs around his waist, feeling him hard under my throbbing pussy.
    My hands wandered through his hair the whole time he was walking us towards the bed. Placing me on my back, he pulled off my panties, leaving me completely bare and at his mercy.
    The look on his face was priceless. He looked stunned, desired and most of all: hungry.
    I straightened and leaned on my forearms, half lying down half sitting, as he came closer with every step. He caressed my scars with his fingers and whispered "Our scars make us special. They make us beautiful. Don't you ever think otherwise." I smiled.
    Going down on his knees, he pulled me towards himself and said "I'll show you how it feels to be eaten out by a real man. Then, I'll show you how to be fucked by a real man."
    There was sin dripping down his voice as he caressed my thighs, silently asking for permission.
   "Show me." I breathed and he didn't wait a second before he delved in, licking the leaked juices off my slit.
    That felt so good, I arched my back off the bed, and he pulled me closer to him, if that was possible.
    "Jesus, baby, you taste like fucking heaven." That comment was enough to make me moan with need.
    Smiling against my pussy, he spread my lips with his index and middle fingers, thoroughly licking and sucking on my flesh.
    The oral assault he inflicted on my pussy sent shock waves through my whole body, causing my legs to tremble.
    He grabbed my ass and pushed his face even deeper in my pussy and I worried for a moment if he wasn't suffocating down there.
    He stopped for a second and I gazed down, the frown on my face vanishing when I saw him collecting saliva and spitting it in my pussy, making me moan even louder.
    The more he licked and sucked, devouring and tongue-fucking me, the more pressure built in my lower belly, and I just knew I was close.
    With one final suck on my clit, he gave me my first orgasm in my life. I cried out his name and grinded against his face until the wave after wave after waves of pleasure faded. He got to his feet, rubbing a hand over his face.
    "Fuck, I don't think I've heard anything as beautiful as you crying out my name." He said as he bent down to kiss me. I tasted my sweetness and, fuck, that was already one of the hottest things this night.
    I patted his chest, signaling that I want him to get off me, and scooped to the edge of the bed, where I came at eye level with his erection.
    "I don't know how this really works since I've only read about it in my books as you know, but I'd like to return the favor."
    His eyes grew with hunger as I pulled his boxers down and threw them next to our other clothes, leaving him completely bare, just like me.
    What the actual fuck? How big is this?
    He chuckled and said "Eleven inches, baby."
    "I said that out loud, didn't I?" I asked, hiding my face with my hands, before he pulled them away.
    "No hiding, Zola. Like your body is mine, my body is also yours."
    I blushed and carefully took a look at him. The monster that will ravish my little pussy. I lifted a hand but hesitated in touching him. So, Derrick took my hand in his, leading me, showing me what I was supposed to do.
    He let my hand stroke him, my fingers never connecting because of his thickness. After the first few moans I grew confident and closed my eyes, slowly licking the pre-cum off his tip.
    A full body shudder ripped through him and that was it. The only invitation I needed.
    I acted on instinct and did what I thought would be right, so I took a few more inches in my mouth, gliding my tongue on the underside of him and at the same time sucking as hard as I could.
    His moans got louder the more I took of him. The more I sucked him.
    "God, baby, your mouth is so fucking talented." He praised me which only spurred me on more, the slickness between my legs returning in lightning speed.
    After some time, he tangled his fingers in my hair and looked down, silently seeking for permission to fuck my mouth.
    I nodded and took him in deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat as he started his assault on my mouth.
    His grunts, the feeling of him pulsing on my tongue, his taste, my gagging sounds, his balls slapping against my chin. Everything only heightened the pleasure I was getting and I was trying to give him at least as much.
    Just as I thought about how I'd be able to take him even deeper, he increased the pace of his thrusts and I let my tongue lay low in my mouth, which indeed allowed him to go deeper, in fact to go in to the hilt.
    One final, hard thrust with his balls slapping aggressively against my skin, he came in my mouth.
    His cum shot into my mouth and I tried everything not to swallow immediately. Maybe he was into that kinky stuff I like to read about too. After he pulled out, I looked up and was met with his hungry gaze.
    „Did my little kitten drink too much milk? Do you want to swallow, princess?" Fuck.
    I nodded and he leaned down, whispering in my ear.
    „Swallow, baby. Take what's yours."
    And I did.
    I could taste him all day, all night. Wow. He was so delicious.
    I swallowed his cum in one gulp, after which he praised me. "Good girl." He said and I melted on the spot as I discovered a praise kink for myself.
    A few seconds later I said "I asked a gynecologist for birth control pills. I'm on birth control now and clean. I'd like to feel you, rather than some latex inside me."
    How I got the courage to say those things? Fuck knew because I certainly didn't.
    His gaze filled with adoration as he leaned down to kiss me.
    "Are you ready, sweetheart?" He said as he picked me up, placing me higher on the bed, my head resting on the pillow.
    I nodded and whispered "Take what's rightfully yours, baby." He didn't hesitate, though. He just hovered above me, lining the tip at my entrance.
    He slid his cock up and down my slit, bathing it in my leaking juices. "Take a deep breath, princess. We're gonna talk you through it."
    How can him just talking be so hot? I guess I need to see Dr. Kaminsky again.
    As he pushed the first few inches inside, I let out a cry and gasped, but still spread my legs even wider.
    I already felt so full, I didn't know how I was supposed to take all of him.
    He pushed another few inches inside, whispering sweet nothings in my ear to reassure and comfort me.
    God, I'd let this man ravage my body as he pleased. And that I intended to do.
    „More." I breathed out and he chuckled. "My greedy wife wants me to fill her up, doesn't she?"
    "Uh-huh. Your dirty little slut wants you to ravish her."
    My mouth worked faster than my brain. After those words left my mouth, he stopped and just stared at me, his lips slowly lifting into a smirk. "Patience, baby. This is your first time. We'll make it special. Later, if you're interested of course, we could come back to that offer."
    I rolled my hips in an attempt to create some friction and remind him that he should keep going. It worked. He pushed another couple inches inside me until he was buried fully and deep inside my pussy.
    "Your walls are stretching around me, baby. You'll accommodate to the size eventually. Then we'll keep going."
    Like hell would I accommodate to this massive cock.
    After a few seconds he pulled out until only the tip remained inside me and thrusted back in, causing me to hiss.
    "The pain is natural for the first time, but it will turn into pleasure as we keep going. That I can say for sure."
    I loved how he took his time, explaining each step and putting his own pleasure aside. He could've just said 'it'll hurt, don't worry' and pound into me. But he didn't. He took his time and explained everything. Every detail. And, even if I already knew it, I was now sure as hell this man could do anything to me, just as he pleased, and I would thank him.
    Slowly, torturously slowly, he pulled out again, thrusting right back and all the way in until he was buried deep inside me.
    That went on for a few minutes until he noticed I've already accommodated to his size and was ready for him filling me up wholly.
    He did. It felt amazing.
    The way his hips thrusted into me, his rock-hard cock sliding out of my slick entrance and effortlessly sliding back in, being drenched in my juices and presumably my blood. His lips claiming mine, the loud moans escaping our lips, the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. The headboard slamming against the wall repeatedly.
    Everything was amazing.
    He increased the pace of his thrusts, and the friction pulled my orgasm closer and closer. I was a panting mess by that moment and spread my legs the widest I could, my arms circling my knees to keep my legs open and my knees almost touching the mattress.
    "You're doing so well, baby. Take it all, my good little girl." He praised as he reached a hand down between our bodies and pinched my clit, sending me over the edge.
    "Derrick, aahhhhhh!" I cried out, clutching his shoulders, and bucked my hips up to meet his thrusts as I rode out the most beautiful orgasm I guess I would ever have.
    "Fuck, Zola. Keep crying for me, baby. Keep going." He grunted and gripped my hips, thrusting his with such a force, a new orgasm was already building before I could ride out my previous one.
    One last, hard thrust sent him over the edge, and he filled me with his cum, roaring my name. I moaned as his cum shot into my pussy and also some of it leaked out, gliding down my thighs.
    „Fuck. That was amazing." I said when he pulled out and collapsed next to me. I hoped he wasn't tired yet because I wanted to try a couple more things with him tonight. The night with all my firsts.
    "Wait till we're going all in." He said, grinning at me.

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    The next morning, I felt a pain in my lower regions. After he took my virginity, the bedsheets were stained with my blood and I felt ashamed.
    But Derrick – just like he was – quickly reassured me that it was totally okay and I was beautiful and that he never saw or felt anything this close to entering heaven.
    His speech made me clench my thighs together, despite the ache in my trembling legs.
    He noticed it and said that I needed some aftercare, but I was beyond finished with him.
    After I had to talk him into it – I crawled onto his lap and simply sat down and rode his dick to talk him into it – we did it another time, where he entered me from the back and this time, he showed me what he really liked.
    Like pinning my head to the pillow, grabbing my throat while fucking me into oblivion, my ass in the air as he smashed his hips against mine with a force that would throw me off the bed, if he wouldn't have pinned me in place with his hands.
    Talking like I was his whore. Fucking me like he hated me with me being responsive and moaning and pushing my hips against him to take him deeper, milking him completely and utterly with everything I had, which only made him grunt and growl and talk a bit more to me like I was his own slut, slapping my ass every now and then.
    It was indeed that kinky stuff I knew from my books and would die for experiencing again. Only with him. Forever with him. Only the thought made me groan.
    The ladies in my books just knew what the best was. I had my very own sex God, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
    I got up, sore from last night's events, threw one of his t-shirts over my head, which hung off me like a dress, and tiptoed towards the bathroom to head for the shower.
    Getting in and out took me twenty-five minutes and when I re-entered our room wearing my new bathrobe – the same he bought me, but with my new name – the bed was empty.
    Where was he?
    "Good morning, princess." He entered our room with two plates of omelet and bacon, his eyes roaming over my body.
    "I guessed you'd be sore after last night and decided to bring your breakfast to you."
    I fell in love another time.
    After breakfast we'd head to our honeymoon location.
    Derrick said he needed to shower and then we'd head directly to the airport. While he was showering, I cleaned the bedsheets and was shocked by the amount of blood.
    I didn't know the tearing of the hymen made such a mess.
    Well, at least I did know why it made this mess, but still. Experiencing it for myself was kind of weird, I guess. But about how it felt, yeah, with that was nothing wrong and nothing felt weird.
    After breakfast we changed into matching clothes, which might I add he selected, and made our way downstairs towards the front door. We wore black pants and a beige top with our white Nike sneakers.
    Now, we were on our way to the plane which would take us to Croatia, Dubrovnik. The Pearl of the Adriatic.
    Derrick organized our full honeymoon itinerary. We'd start in Dubrovnik, heading straight towards the Old Town to navigate the labyrinth of alleyways and limestone streets to soak in the sights and sounds of the city.
    Then, we'd meet our personal skipper for an afternoon private tour of the Elaphiti Islands, which were located in the north of Dubrovnik. After soaking in the peace of being just by ourselves, we'd travel with a ferry to Hvar Island. Around Hvar, we'd wander along the Olive Groves, Lavender Fields and Vineyards.
    He filled me in on every single detail about our honeymoon.
    He thought about everything. Really.
    Looking on the map, Derrick noticed seemingly untouched little islands all along Hvar's coast, the Pakleni Islands. There we'd make ourselves a good time, like he put it.
    He planned everything. After the Pakleni Islands, there were plenty more attractions planned for us.
    "You okay?" He took my hand in his and gave it a tiny squeeze, his face written by love and concern. I forced a smile, nodded and leaned my head down on his shoulder. "How could I not be?"
    "Princess." He always knew when I was lying. More to myself than him.
    "I'm startled. What can I say? After everything dad-, Samuel, told us yesterday." I was a disaster and now, I couldn't even see my newly found brother as I pleased.
    "That's why we're heading to the Correctional Treatment Facility. He's staying in DC. Then, when we're finished, we'll head to the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. There, my- our private jet will be waiting for us. That's why I sent Brody with our luggage beforehand. I guessed you might want to have some time with him."
    "Derrick, what-? How-? ... Why?" I said finally, causing him to chuckle and hug me to his side. My right arm was squashed between our bodies.
    "I wanted us to meet your brother and my brother-in-law." He tilted my chin up and I saw nothing but concern and certainty in his eyes. "We should talk to him and thank him for what he'd done. I'd do the same for Daisy, undoubtedly. I want to thank him for saving my wife."
    His wife.
    When he finished explaining, I was scared for a whole other reason. He saved me and is in jail now. I bet he hates me. No, really. Whose life don't I ruin?