Angelique by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Damn, she was even hotter when she was mad. Her green eyes practically glowed in the darkness. He was busted, and she knew exactly what he was up to, so why hide it?
    “I was just—”
    “Just trying to get my license plate number so you could run my plates, find out where I live, and try to stalk me!” she yelled then stormed toward her car door.
    Eloi grabbed her hand to stop her.
    “Hold on one damn second. You and me, we’re going to talk,” he told her, and she jumped out of his reach, hitting the car kind of hard. His eyes widened in surprise. She was scared of him. He could tell immediately and even after what they shared inside the house.
    “Angel, I was just trying to find out more about you. You’ve been so secretive.” He ran his hand through his hair and appeared frustrated.
    “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. I’ve never had a reaction like this before. I want to know everything about you, and I want to share things about me I never shared with anyone before. It’s crazy,” he told her.
    “You have no right to do this. I have a life that’s none of your business.”
    “None of my business? Is that so?”
    “Yeah, that’s so. I will not be you or your brothers’ little play thing, your possession, or your punching bag. I been there and done that. Never again!” she yelled then turned to get into her car. He was shocked by her words. Had someone hit her, hurt her, and put that fear in her eyes to make her react this way? His temper rose, and his anger showed.
    “Stop right there. Who hurt you? Who did those things to you?” he demanded to know as he grabbed her arms to stop her.
    She closed her eyes. “Please don’t hit me, Eloi. I’m sorry I yelled.” Then the tears rolled down her cheeks.
    He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the privacy and the darkness by the side of the gazebo, away from any prying eyes.
    He lifted her rear so her legs wrapped around his waist despite the dress she wore.
    “Sugar, you’re so wrong. Damn, woman, what you do to me,” he whispered against her neck as he pressed her back against the side of the gazebo walls.
    “I want you because you’re sweet and beautiful and so fucking sexy all I think about is making love to you. I’d never hurt you, and my brothers would never hurt you either.” He kissed her lips before she could reply. Using his right thigh as leverage while pressing his knee to the wall, he spread her wider and ran his right hand up her right thigh to her rear. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he couldn’t get enough of her taste or her scent. He loved the feel of her fingers running through his hair and across his scalp. It added fuel to the already intense fire burning inside of him. He reached under her ass and felt the dampness of her panties then pushed them aside to feel her wet pussy lips with his fingers. She jerked against him, climbing higher up his body and thrusting her breasts against his neck. The scent of her perfume and the feel of her hands rubbing all over him threw him into a trance. He released her lips to kiss her neck. He pressed a finger between her wet folds, and she gasped as she grabbed on to his shoulders.
    “Damn, sugar, you got my dick so hard I want to fuck you right here against this gazebo!” he stated then gently sucked on the material of her dress where her erect nipples pushed against the fabric.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, and he tried pressing deeper into her cunt with his fingers, but he was in an awkward position.
    “Let me show you how gentle I can be, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he whispered then pulled his fingers from her body and placed her feet on the ground. She moaned and protested, and he chuckled.
    “I’m just getting into a better position now so I can make you feel real good,” he told her then bent down in front of her, lifted her dress above her waist, and smiled.
    “Hold that,” he asked her to hold the dress up as he absorbed the sight of her