Untamed Passion

UNTAMED SECRETS

Her name was Angel, but it didn’t reflect on her character. She was a dirty girl, and she was proud of it. She had gone through the bad boys in school, the real bad boys, not the wannabes, in a matter of months. She had discovered that grown men could give her what she needed by accident when she had substituted for a friend with a babysitting job one Friday night.

Tina had called her and begged her to take her place because of a once-in-a-lifetime chance to catch Tina’s favorite musical group live in concert. Tina had taken the job long before the concert had been announced, and she was desperate. Angel accepted the job when Tina offered to match whatever the Sullivans paid her for the one-night job…it should be a good-paying job because the Sullivans couldn’t give a time when it would be over, and that meant a late night for sure.

Terry Sullivan wasn’t sure he liked the looks of Tina’s replacement…oh sure, she was hot as hell but she dressed like a little slut. He decided it didn’t matter, his three year old wasn’t going to pick up any character traits from a one-time babysitter anyway. He discussed it with his wife Flora,

who agreed to talk with Tina before the next time they needed her.

Just after one a. m., a very frustrated Terry came through the front door, half carrying Flora, who had gotten so drunk that she was unable to stand up.

“Oh my,” Angel had said, rushing to the door. She laughed. “Do you need a little help Mr. Sullivan?”

“It’s not funny,” Terry said, but when he saw the mischievous smile on Angel’s face he had to laugh. “OK, so it’s funny,” he said. “Help me get

her upstairs to the bed.” Angel took one arm and Terry took the other and they managed to get the stone drunk Flora up the stairs and into her bed.

Flora was just so much dead weight and they didn’t even try to get her dress off of her, they just covered her with a blanket and let her alone.

“Shit,” Terry said, “She knew damned well tonight was a celebration. I had big plans for her when we got home.” He said it with a pained look on his face and Angel dropped her eyes to the front of his pants. There was no

question the man was aroused. She dropped all pretense of ‘nice little babysitter’ and spoke to him as she would to one of her friends…hell, he already owed her the money and she didn’t give a damn if he never hired her again. “If you’re so horny, why don’t you just lift up her skirts and fuck her?”

Terry stared at the small, dark-haired, sloe-eyed girl as if he hadn’t noticed her before. She was willow slender, and those sloe eyes were huge and dark…no way to tell if they were black or dark brown. Her raven hair hung to her waist, and she had it pulled back and to one side.

When she saw him checking her out, she threw out her chest and cocked a hip at him arrogantly. “Do you think that just because I’m young I don’t know that men fuck drunk passed-out women all the time?” she asked him.

“It’s not a subject I thought you might be familiar with, no,” he said frankly. When I was your age we were lucky to be able to get a feel after the seventh or eighth date. It was not entirely true, but he had gotten his face slapped more than once trying it earlier than that.

“We do a lot more than just feel each other up these days Mr. Sullivan…a lot more.” Angel was eyeing his package openly now. The boys weren’tbenough for her anymore, but Mr. Sullivan was big and brawny, and very hot with his lantern jaw and sharp blue eyes. His hair was the color of her own.

Terry appraised her, and ripped off his tie. Tearing his shirt off and kicking off his shoes, he crooked his finger at her and motioned her out of the bedroom. “Would you like a soda?” he asked her.

“I’d rather have a beer,” she said.

“I won’t go to jail for giving you a soda,” he laughed.

“There’s a lot of things you can give me without going to jail Mr. Sullivan,” she teased. “I won’t tell on you if you give me a sip of your beer.” Angel

was very close behind him now, and when he stopped to turn and look at her, her breasts were nearly touching his broad chest. Her mind was racing, filled with thoughts of what a man might do that the boys hadn’t known about. Her nipples rose against the front of her shirt, and she saw him watching them.

“Do you like staring at my tits Mr. Sullivan?” she asked him, her hands slipping up beneath them. His look was openly lustful now, and she was becoming aroused by his interest. Very slowly, she crossed her hands and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and exposing the black lace bra beneath. “I’ll show them to you, but you have to show me something in return.” She licked her lips. In just a very short time shevwould know if he’d play her game…and she was getting hot. There weren’t many grown men bold enough to play wild games with a teenage girl with untamed secrets.

“Oh hell yeah,” he whispered. Without batting an eye, Terry took off his tee shirt, exposing the dark mat of black hair on his broad chest and his rippling muscles. Angel ran her small hand across his six-pack abs and drew in her breath sharply. He was beautiful! Her fingers wandered up his flat belly and tangled themselves in the thick black hair of his chest. Shevcould feel the heat building in her belly. Terry reached for her and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the deep pile carpet of his living room.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He reached for the fastener of her bra, and when she showed no reluctance or surprise, he unfastened it and dropped it to the floor. With a subdued growl, his lips dropped and fastened on a rigid nipple. It was just what

Angel needed to set her off.

Her hands dropped to his belt and began to unfasten it. “If I’m gonna suck your cock I’m gonna call you Terry,” she said roughly, tearing at his pants.

“If you’re gonna suck my dick you can call me anything you want,” Terrys said, roughly pushing her head down to the level of his zipper.