Earth Angel Ch. 01

This is a brand-new Non-Human romance story. Although there are sexually explicit scenes herein, it is not intended for a quick read - as most of my stories aren't.

Special thanks to Jaycee Elle for helping me proof and edit. You're wonderful!

Chapter One: An Angel Preys

"Would you like something to drink?" Pauline asked a little breathless. She could barely tear her eyes off of the sexy young man standing by the white baby grand in her penthouse. He was bathed in the light of the gloomy day pouring over him from the windows, and at that moment he seemed ethereal. Dreamlike.

"No, thank you," he kindly said with a mesmerizing smile.

The tall, dark, and handsome young gigolo had been staring at the photographs of happy kids displayed on her piano. He seemed particularly interested in them, she noticed, and it made her a little nervous. It also bothered her that he wasn't acting sexier toward her. After all, she was paying for his time, by the hour, and he didn't come cheap so he should be making her feel like a queen. It should be his priority.

She poured herself a drink and came from behind the bar. She was dressed in an elegant night ensemble that was so sheer it fell like a beige mist around her body. Even her pink nipples and aureoles were clearly visible, although there was no visible triangle at the apex of her slender thighs.

She flipped back her professionally dyed, blonde hair as she sauntered up to him on heeled slippers. Her hips were swaying seductively with a promise that drew his eyes down, where she wanted them. She nearly had an orgasm just feeling those dark, impenetrable eyes burning on her naked mound, but she couldn't stop a delicious shudder from sizzling up her delicate spine. The young gigolo's sensuality was palpable, almost tangible, and his scent was absolutely scrumptious. It made her mouth water... She took another sip of her drink.

The rain clattered against the windows. It drew his mesmerizing eyes there again, taking them from her. He looked out to the rainy skies as she let her eyes greedily roam his tall, athletic physique. He was only wearing a white tee and snug black denims that showed off his lean biceps, tapering waist, and virile, male hips. She felt another delicious shiver rush up her spine, and her hairless pussy grew hotter.

She came to stand beside him and she let a disinterested gaze briefly follow his out into the rainy weather. Then she turned her burning blue eyes up to admire the strong bone of his jaw, and the fullness of his sensual lips.

"What was your name again?" she asked softly.

He didn't immediately answer. His stare was fixed on the rain outside the window.

"Christian."

"How about I call you Chris, instead? You can call me Paula." She waited for a sexy response, but it didn't come. Her smile waned and she got irritated because he seemed almost completely disinterested in her, but unusually captivated by the falling rain.

"Aren't you a little old to be afraid of thunder and lightning, Chris?" she asked with a purr as she set her glass down on the piano.

"I'm not afraid of thunder and lightning."

"Then what's wrong, Baby? Don't like the rain?" she purred as she let a fiery red-tipped finger trace the masculine shell of his ear.

"Just the opposite," he said quietly. "I love the rain."

"Well, since we both know you're not here to admire my family photographs or the weather, how about we get down to business, big boy?" she said. "I didn't carefully shave my pussy for the fun of it, and I aim to have you put those gorgeous lips to good use. Besides," she shrugged, "I have a business dinner tonight with the Mayor and I don't want to be late."

As an attorney at law, Pauline was always the professional and always businesslike, but the powerful hunger eating her up inside the moment she set eyes on him was anything but businesslike. Or professional. This hunger went beyond mere sex. She was ravenous for him in ways he couldn't comprehend, but he will, she thought deviously. He will.

Pauline had worked painstakingly hard to curb her natural aggression and impatience the moment he walked through her door, but he'd excited her in ways she's never experienced with other young men before.

She was hot, moist, and painfully throbbing between her middle-aged thighs. She was impatient and near exploding in aggression just thinking about his young, hard cock thrusting with abandon deep inside her. The mere thought of those lean, virile hips pounding hard between her spread thighs had the power to make her breathless. She never wanted any man to lose himself inside her as much as she wanted this one to.

"Take that T-shirt off. I want to see your delicious body," she said with a tiny, breathless gasp while slipping her hand across his chest.

He turned his head and finally looked at her.

"Yes. It would make things easier."

He turned to face her and began tugging his T-shirt out of his denims, but even before he had it off his head, she was on him. She was already pressing hot, starved kisses all over his chest and ripped stomach as he let his T-shirt fall to the floor. Her fingers stroked and caressed every inch of his young, hard torso, leaving red smudges of lipstick on his otherwise flawless, tan skin.

His body was taut and ripped: a Greek god in the flesh. His pecs were sculpted and smooth, and they were crested with small, dark nipples. He was beautiful, just beautiful, and her mouth watered as her teeth sank in one nipple making his pec flex. She let out a sexy, throaty laugh, knowing he couldn't know what awaited him.

His tapering torso had six, perfectly carved abdomen muscles. They felt solid and strong under her eager fingers. They rippled by her touch as she curled her fingers and ran her hot-red nails slow, and a little cruel, down each and every one of them.

"You're just delicious," she whispered in-between ravenous kisses and licks.

Her hot breath fanned across his skin. Goose bumps formed where it brushed, and his small nipples hardened in response. In quiet curiosity, but a little detached, too, he watched her lips and fingers touch his body. She lowered herself to her knees, one at a time, leaving her slender arms stretched up against him letting her curled fingers slowly claw down his bumpy front as she kneeled in front of him.

Pauline moaned. She reveled in the feel of those muscles rippling beneath her nails, but when her hands lowered to unbutton his denims, his large, lean hands came to life and covered hers. She looked up a little disappointed.

When he was certain he had her attention, he swept hands under the warm curtain of her blonde hair, cradling her small head. He gently urged her to rise and to look up into his unfathomable dark eyes, locking her burning gaze to his.

"What do you see, Pauline?" he whispered softly.

She paused a moment, hearing him call her by a name she didn't give him. Perhaps it was just a minor oversight? Then, as she continued to gaze up into his gripping eyes, she felt as if she were drowning in immeasurable depths of wisdom and mystery. There was also tenderness there, though, and it was as potent as his sensuality. His gaze beckoned her to open up to him and to draw closer, and she felt powerless to refuse either.

"Beauty," she whispered her answer. "Pure, mouth-watering, beauty."

He gazed long and deep into her eyes without revealing his own thoughts. It was almost as if he sought something there. It was a silly notion, of course. She was sure he wasn't interested in anything other than the money she'd paid his agency for sexual favors, and he was just playing his role. He was, after all, a professional male escort and just another hapless victim of hard, economical times, lured by her money. He was there to feed her insatiable hunger for young men without knowing that she was much more than your average cougar.

Much, much more...

In the next instant, his dark head swooped. She sighed, anticipating a kiss, but felt deprived when his lips bypassed hers and sought her neck instead. The moment she felt them against her skin, though, she swooned. She trembled as his full, hot lips nibbled the sensitive skin of her neck. Her eyes closed as her passion blazed. She felt herself melt in his strong, muscular arms that were snaking possessively around her body before he drew her tight against him.

"You have no idea how I've wanted you," she gasped softly. "I've wanted you to fuck me ever since I let you through my door. My bedroom is down that hall, Baby, so . . . "

He suddenly swept her up into his arms, and she squealed with delight as he carried her to her bedroom. There, he undressed her with loving hands, but she wasn't allowed to return the favor. He took his time slipping the spaghetti strings off her slender shoulders as he continued to press his lips against the heated skin of her neck and throat.

Pauline felt herself sinking under his seductive spell as her nightgown slipped down her body into a puddle around her elegant slippers. She never felt this way for any other man she's ever had before. It was strange she felt this way with him while he had yet to kiss her lips.

His lean hands slipped down her back, grasping her firm, blushing cheeks. A sizzle went up her spine, and she moaned. He gave her cheeks an eager squeeze as she hungrily kissed his muscular neck. She paused with a gasp when he shoved her hard against his body, and she pressed herself a little tighter against him, crushing her breasts against his smooth chest.

"Kiss me, Lover-boy," she purred as her lips reached for his, but he pulled back. Puzzled, she frowned a little disappointed.

"You know the rules," he reminded her quietly. "No kissing."

"Fuck the rules," she said irritably. "I want you to kiss me. Do you want me to beg or something?" Then she gave a seductive smile. "Want me on my knees instead, Handsome?"

He slowly slipped his fingers through her blonde hair as he gazed into her seductive eyes.

"Kissing is an expression of love. That's not what you want, is it? You just want to fuck."

Her smile slowly faded as she gazed up into his calm eyes. She quickly produced a smile to hide the fact that she did want him to fuck her, but . . . she wanted him to do it with love. Well, at least a little. Maybe a little more than just a little.

"Then what are you waiting for? Do what you're being well paid to do. Fuck me." She laughed softly as she resumed touching his body with eager, trembling fingers.

His sensuality was potent, emanating from every pore. It was intoxicating. With just his chest bare, he already exceeded her expectations by far. Her fingers just couldn't get enough of him; touching his hard shoulders, his chest, and his bulging arms. He was gorgeous, but now she was convinced that the word didn't do him justice. If just his naked upper body had the power to make her this delirious in need, his naked hips and strutting cock would melt her to the bone.

She couldn't wait to see all of him.

Pauline's lips pulled back in a sensuous smile as she rubbed her hard nipples against his smooth chest. Her arms slipped around his warm, hard body and her fingers curled into claws to rake down his back. His head bent and she tilted hers back before his lips brushed along her powdered jaw, traveling to her delicate ear, and making her head spin in a rising storm of fire that threatened to blow her away.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he whispered in her ear.

With her head spinning, she didn't quite understand what he asked. She pulled her head back a little, and looked confused up into his handsome but unreadable face. He gazed back with unfathomable, dark eyes.

"Honey, this isn't the time to have a discussion," she finally said. Then she smiled sensuously. "I'm so wet for you right now that if you don't put me out of my misery, I'm afraid I'll die of dehydration."

She stepped out of the puddle of silk around her heeled slippers, smiling seductively up at his quiet face. She took his warm hand and led him to the bed where she slowly lowered to sit on the edge of it as her gaze roamed down his ripped body, ending on the front of his denims.

She particularly liked the sexy raven trail extending down from his navel into his jeans. She boldly raised a hand to cup the front of his hips, but he stepped to her and took her arms before he had her lie on her back. With a giggle, she willingly complied, laying herself on the gold brocade bedcovers before pulling up knees and shamelessly spreading thighs wide to expose her perfectly shaved pussy, glistening with her sweet, aromatic honey.

His eyes traveled down every inch of her. When she realized he wasn't looking at her with sexual interest, but with an insultingly studious look, a brief flash of disappointment swept through her before it ignited her temper.

"You can look, but you're also going to have to touch, Baby."

He didn't react. He just continued to study her rapidly cooling body.

"Honey," her tone was sharper, "you're not getting paid to examine your clients. You're getting paid to fuck them."

Her irritable tone had him flicker up his long lashes to gaze into her lit eyes.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Pauline," he said, and she arched an eyebrow. "I was admiring the meticulous work you've done to preserve the perfection of your body. You've done it with such dedication to detail, and with such pain. It's clear it's important to you."

His compliments made her bubble up in playful giggles as he slowly smiled.

"I'll take your, uh, compliment as your apology," she said with a fresh bout of giggles, but abruptly stopped when he dropped on outstretched arms over her. He stared down into her burning eyes as she quieted while an intense look of desire filled her face. "Now get out of those jeans and give your cock to me, Chris."

"You're stunning, Pauline," he said softly, ignoring her bossy command. "But I know this is nothing more than a lure to draw men to you. Take pride in the fact that you're the most perfect I've ever seen. Of course, you'd only want to be your best because you only expect the best to fuck you. Before you fuck them back."

"You talk too much. Kiss me, Chris. Kiss me like I'm the most stunning woman you've ever wanted to fuck," she whispered. "Kiss me like you . . . love me."

"Is that what you want? Love?" he whispered as his gaze slowly roamed over her flushed face. "To know love, to be loved as no man has ever loved you before? Is that what you want from me, Pauline?"

"Why don't you use those luscious lips to explore my pussy instead of wasting it on romantic gibberish?"

"Gibberish or not, I need to hear you say you it. I need to feel you mean it before I can give it to you."

His hand gently cupped a quivering mound, and he let his palm brush her puckered nipple. She flew up in an arch crushing her breast against his palm. All obstinate thought vanished in the blazing fires of her lust by his simple touch.

"Oh, Baby, you're killing me. Yes." She shuddered, clasping her hands over his on her breasts. "Oh yes, that's what I want. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard, and I mean hard," she gasped breathlessly. "You're torturing me. Give it to me," she demanded, writhing under the onslaught of sensations as her eyes swept to an ecstatic close.

The heat of his palm was nothing like she'd ever known. It felt as if its heat seeped down into the depths of her craven soul, and it gave her a potent taste of the earth-shattering love she felt he had inside him, and it left her hungering for more. She raised her head as her throbbing lips sought his, but he deprived her of them as he pulled back.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you, Pauline. I told you, kissing is an expression of love. It's also against agency rules. Unless, of course, you've changed your mind, and you want more than just a quick fuck?"

She paused a moment, looking up into his dark, unfathomable eyes. She didn't know what to answer. He was right. She was having a change of mind and attitude, and she suddenly felt as if he'd turned the tables on her. She felt as if she was no longer in control.

He appeared to hold all the cards, and it infuriated her. Strangely, though, it aroused her as well. She'd always been a strong woman. She always knew what she wanted and she never hesitated to take it, but now she found herself under the spell of a man half her age, and they both knew he had her right where he wanted her. At his mercy.

To be continued

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