breached her pussy, and he pushed straight in, past the swollen flesh and sunk himself deep then stopped.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, his voice low and rumbling.
That sound made Becca flex her pussy around his shaft.
“Shit, baby, that’s good.” Angel started to move. He controlled his stroke, the depth, and the pace like he was in total control and in no hurry.
Then for lack of a better word, Angel Rochon made love to her.
* * *
“ S hit , shit, shit!” Becca moaned, letting her head fall forward on the steering wheel.
“I like him. Like stupid schoolgirl crush like him,” she said with a whimper.
Her pussy fucking loved him, but Becca wasn’t giving her a vote right now. Greedy vagina hadn’t stopped pulsing all morning. She swore she could actually feel her heartbeat in her clit today. Like a little va-jay-jay chant.
Angel.
Angel.
Angel.
“Oh, shut up, you,” she said. Then realized she was yelling at her pussy. She needed to get a fucking grip and grow up. She was not some green schoolgirl gushing at the cute quarterback.
She wanted to see him again. Hell, she’d like to be naked with him again. Last night had been the biggest bump to her ego. Not once had she worried about her tummy or her ass this morning while she got dressed. No second glances at those silvery stretch marks around her hips from too many milkshakes. No attempts at smoothing the dimples on her thighs. It wasn’t even a thought. Angel Rochon had done that. He’d liked her the way she was and it was a boost to her self-esteem she needed.
Becca couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t obsessed about her appearance. Is that what confidence did for you? Made you let go of those insecurities and focus on other things? She’d always assumed body confidence was strutting around, trying to get attention for your great body. Seemed that for her, it was about not having to worry about it at all. What a concept.
Now she felt like she was hooked. What if it wore off? Did she need regular doses of positive reinforcement or could she just take one great night and roll with it?
That option seemed the least likely.
Seeing Angel again also seemed unlikely. He was fourteen years her junior. They would have nothing in common even if he was interested in seeing her again. But why would he? There was plenty of tail in that bar that would have been happy to switch places with her last night. Probably more than one at a time, come to think of it. Although he did say he wasn’t interested in them.
The thought of him being with one of those painted up hussies made her blood boil.
“You have no claim on him, dummy.”
Flopping back to the headrest, she looked out the window to the parking lot. This is what she had become. Sad lady obsessing over a drunken one-night stand in her car. This was unacceptable. Becca Kelly did not moon over teenagers. Okay, not a teenager, but close enough. She had a life, a career, a home, and an active volunteer life. What more could she want?
“Great, I sound like I’m eighty,” she said with a sigh.
She decided that hiding out in her car was not helping, mostly because sitting there thinking about him made her contemplate sliding her hand into her plaid skirt and easing the ache. Getting caught masturbating in the parking lot at work would be the final straw. She’d have to move. Worse, she’d have to go back to Spokane with her parents before her flight to Brazil. That might be far enough to outrun the shame of something like that.
Chapter 13
A ngel stepped out of the truck and slammed the door with a little more force than necessary. His bear had not stopped harping on him since he woke up, and now he was getting annoyed. There wasn’t anything he could do about finding Becks right now. He didn’t know her last name, where she lived, or where she worked. He could start asking around, starting with his brother.
Eddie seemed to know everyone in town since he was always up in everyone’s
“Fuck me,” he moaned, his voice low and rumbling.
That sound made Becca flex her pussy around his shaft.
“Shit, baby, that’s good.” Angel started to move. He controlled his stroke, the depth, and the pace like he was in total control and in no hurry.
Then for lack of a better word, Angel Rochon made love to her.
* * *
“ S hit , shit, shit!” Becca moaned, letting her head fall forward on the steering wheel.
“I like him. Like stupid schoolgirl crush like him,” she said with a whimper.
Her pussy fucking loved him, but Becca wasn’t giving her a vote right now. Greedy vagina hadn’t stopped pulsing all morning. She swore she could actually feel her heartbeat in her clit today. Like a little va-jay-jay chant.
Angel.
Angel.
Angel.
“Oh, shut up, you,” she said. Then realized she was yelling at her pussy. She needed to get a fucking grip and grow up. She was not some green schoolgirl gushing at the cute quarterback.
She wanted to see him again. Hell, she’d like to be naked with him again. Last night had been the biggest bump to her ego. Not once had she worried about her tummy or her ass this morning while she got dressed. No second glances at those silvery stretch marks around her hips from too many milkshakes. No attempts at smoothing the dimples on her thighs. It wasn’t even a thought. Angel Rochon had done that. He’d liked her the way she was and it was a boost to her self-esteem she needed.
Becca couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t obsessed about her appearance. Is that what confidence did for you? Made you let go of those insecurities and focus on other things? She’d always assumed body confidence was strutting around, trying to get attention for your great body. Seemed that for her, it was about not having to worry about it at all. What a concept.
Now she felt like she was hooked. What if it wore off? Did she need regular doses of positive reinforcement or could she just take one great night and roll with it?
That option seemed the least likely.
Seeing Angel again also seemed unlikely. He was fourteen years her junior. They would have nothing in common even if he was interested in seeing her again. But why would he? There was plenty of tail in that bar that would have been happy to switch places with her last night. Probably more than one at a time, come to think of it. Although he did say he wasn’t interested in them.
The thought of him being with one of those painted up hussies made her blood boil.
“You have no claim on him, dummy.”
Flopping back to the headrest, she looked out the window to the parking lot. This is what she had become. Sad lady obsessing over a drunken one-night stand in her car. This was unacceptable. Becca Kelly did not moon over teenagers. Okay, not a teenager, but close enough. She had a life, a career, a home, and an active volunteer life. What more could she want?
“Great, I sound like I’m eighty,” she said with a sigh.
She decided that hiding out in her car was not helping, mostly because sitting there thinking about him made her contemplate sliding her hand into her plaid skirt and easing the ache. Getting caught masturbating in the parking lot at work would be the final straw. She’d have to move. Worse, she’d have to go back to Spokane with her parents before her flight to Brazil. That might be far enough to outrun the shame of something like that.
Chapter 13
A ngel stepped out of the truck and slammed the door with a little more force than necessary. His bear had not stopped harping on him since he woke up, and now he was getting annoyed. There wasn’t anything he could do about finding Becks right now. He didn’t know her last name, where she lived, or where she worked. He could start asking around, starting with his brother.
Eddie seemed to know everyone in town since he was always up in everyone’s
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