Chapter Twenty-One

It was a few days later when Darrow was in the Limousine One, being driven back into the Red House to rest after a long day at an important meeting.

Scores of people stood near the entrance of the Red House, some holding placards with the words "DADDY" or "FUCK ME TOO" on them.

Apparently he had gained some fans.

He huffed a laugh out at that as the vehicle entered the secure grounds. When he was finally dropped off, he made a beeline towards his room.

When he was in the living quarters, he found Angel sleeping on the couch with a book on her chest. She was breathing softly and the look of her in a thin white dress made his cock twitch hard. It was almost see through and he could see that she had not worn a bra. Her pink nipples pressed against the meagre fabric, and pressure built in his pants.

"Leave me," Darrow said to his guards and they immediately followed his orders.

He walked over to Angel and dropped to his knees. Pushing her dress up to her waist, he cursed aloud when he saw that she was not wearing panties.

Christ, she drove him insane.

He grabbed onto her thighs and pulled them down, and her body slid further down the couch. Burying his face between her thighs, he bit hard into her inner thigh and she woke up with a cry.

"Wha-Wha?"

He parted her folds with both hands on either side of the opening, then caught her clit between his lips, sucking hard on it.

"Fuck!" Angel breathed out, arching her back into his mouth.

He grazed his teeth on the ball of her clit, licking up her juices with his tongue. She fisted the hair on his head, pushing his mouth down on her. Circling her clit with a thumb, he thrust his tongue into her pussy, sliding it in and out of her until all the breath left her body.

She screamed aloud, her body shaking violently with shockwaves of pleasure. Sucking on her pussy, he felt her folds shiver as the orgasm tore through her body.

"Darrow! Fu-!"

Her body continued spasming, and he removed his face from her lower body. He grabbed onto her thighs and pulled her down until her back was on the seat. Her legs were up in the air and on either side of his chest.

"Beg me to fuck you, Angel."

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The cold water showered down on their bodies as Angel sighed in pleasure to his fingers going in and out of her pussy. Their bodies were in heat but the cold from the water did nothing to cool them down.

Darrow wrapped his hand underneath one of her knees and pulled it up to his hip. "I've known for so long that you were my stalker, and everyone has always been telling me to get rid of you, but I never could. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Angel said, sucking on his earlobe as he licked the side of her neck.

"There was always something about you that intrigued me," he said. "It amazed me how you never gave up on me, no matter how dismal your chances were. When I saw what you were doing, I couldn't help but see myself in you."

"Oh, Darrow," Angel sighed. "You don't ever have to wonder if your love will be returned ever again."

"You love me?"

"Love you? I survive on you."

"I breathe you, Angel."

Pulling her leg further up his hip, he pushed into her until he was all the way in. Rocking his cock into her pussy, he rained kisses down on her shoulder blades as he fisted her breast.

They climbed towards the climax together and in a flash, he turned her body around and flattened her against the wall. Bending her back down, he slammed into her roughly until they drowned in the pleasure.