Chapter 42ANGELO

Chapter 42

ANGELO

There are twenty-two children in Halloween costumes from the macabre to the ridiculous running around our home.

From the amount of gore on some of these costumes, I think we have some mafia soldiers in the making.

Cookie is dressed as Super Mario. She had Mars with her earlier, when it was just her and her three best friends. My dog was dressed as the green dinosaur sidekick and he took it like a champ, but when the guests started arriving, Boomer took him to the barracks.

Boomer, Derian and Mario conscripted six more mafia soldiers and turned the basement level into a haunted house, the dining room into a mummy room with games and the movie room into a haunted theater screening age appropriate Halloween movies.

I got caught up watching The Addams Family and Candi teased me about having a crush on Morticia.

I informed her the only woman I have a crush on is la mia piccolo gatta .

But now there are four girls hopped up on sugar having a sleepover in Cookie's bedroom and Candi told me to meet her in the basement. Wearing the same costume I was when she gave me a lap dance, mask included.

The Angel of Death. Only the mask isn't a costume. It's part of me.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs, Candi is there. However, instead of the Princess Peach costume she was wearing for Cookie's party, she's got her angel costume on without the tiny toga she'd stripped out of onstage.

This time there are no pasties under the sheer bra and her dark pink nipples poke against the gossamer fabric. My mouth goes dry.

Dark hair, brushed to silky perfection and shining with some kind of glitter cascades down her back, bisecting the small iridescent wings. Her G-string covers her pussy, but that doesn't stop me fantasizing about the puffy lips that stretch so perfectly around my cock.

She's holding something in her left hand, but I can't focus on it with her luscious curves on display for me.

"The k…" I have to clear my throat to continue. "The kids."

"Are fine. Mom and Boomer are supervising the sleepover. This is our time."

"Our time?" My voice breaks like a pubescent boy and I grimace.

She grins. "Yes. I want to play a game with my sexy Angel of Death."

"What kind of game?"

"Hide and seek."

The predator in me rises to the surface. "You're hiding." It's not a question.

I will always be the hunter.

"I am."

My muscles tense with anticipation. "What happens when I find you?"

"Whatever I want."

"Shouldn't it be whatever I want if I catch you?"

She blows me a sultry kiss. "My game. My rules."

Fuck.

The lights go out and I hear her giggle in the near pitch black.

Then the clip of heels as she runs away. "Come and find me, Death. I'll be waiting!"

How is she moving so fast in the dark? Then the shape of what she had in her hand clicks. Night vision goggles.

Anticipation thrumming through my veins, I follow the scuffs of her footsteps in the dark. There, she turned into the large storage room.

When I reach it, she's not there but her shoes are.

She's barefoot making it easier for her to move quietly.

Good job, piccola gatta , I silently praise her as I stop moving entirely to listen. I moderate my heartrate and breathing and wait.

There. It's a soft brush of something further down the hall, near the saferoom. Maybe in it. The door to the room was closed during the party. Is it now?

I move swiftly and silently down the hall, my predator's instincts aroused like the rest of me.

The saferoom door is cracked in invitation. One I'm only too eager to take.

Pushing it open, the only thing I can see in the dark room is the gray couch sectional glowing purple.

Fabric rustles, landing against the floor with a whisper of sound.

Mia amate floats in midair. Her head thrown back, her back arched, one leg is bent and the other sticking straight out from her body. Just like at the club, the UV light reveals her entire body, but the white angel costume glows, highlighting her tits and pussy. The glitter in her hair glows too, making it look like a shimmering curtain falling toward the floor.

Fuck.

Candi had my men busy with more than decorating for Cookie's party today.

This setup took planning. She must be on a newly installed matte black dance pole for it to disappear as if it's not there in the ultraviolet light. Everything in the room has to be draped in black too.

And she did it all for me .

I pound my fist against my chest, trying to dislodge the weird feeling there only to realize a second later, it's that emotion only she evokes. Happiness.

She points toward the couch. "Sit down, my beloved Death. I want to give you a show."

Turned on to the point of discomfort, I have to adjust the log in my pants so I can do as she says. Gripping my cock through the leather, I squeeze and let my groan of pleasure free.

"Save some of that for later," she purrs like the sweet little cat she is. "We're just getting started."

The familiar beat of Closer begins to play over the saferoom's speaker system and Candi starts the routine I first saw five nights ago. Twirling around the pole, her gorgeous breasts jiggle more than usual and I realize her bralette isn't as tight over the fleshy mounds.

Fuck. Me.

This is her putting on a show, like she said. For me.

More sensual and more arousing than anything she ever did at the club, there's a sexual energy around mia amate that is only there when we are alone together.

She does a scissor split on the pole and tosses her head back. "You were the one I was dancing for on Saturday."

"Thank you." She just saved a lot of men's lives saying that and I didn't even realize I was planning their demise. "You're the only one I watch on those stages."

"I know. I could feel it. Your eyes on me. When you were at the club, I only ever danced for you."

We both digest that truth. She is mine and I am hers. The pulse in my cock thrums with the beat of the music.

"It made me wet. Every time. It's making me wet now." She hangs from the poll by her hands, her body on display for me and spreads her thighs into a wide split, revealing a dark patch in the white silk of her thong right over her slit.

Gritting my teeth against the need to touch, my fingers curl into fists.

"Stay where you are, beloved," she orders me. "Remember, it's whatever I say goes right now. It's the least I deserve for making it so easy for you to find me."

"It's the least you deserve for setting this up at all, mia amate ." I will never grow tired of hearing her call me beloved.

That she calls me, beloved Death blows my mind.

Her body undulates up the pole that I cannot see. My ephemeral angel, who can float with the heavenly bodies.

When she's near the top, she flips her body back, hanging by her legs only and does a dizzying spin downward, stopping just as her hair brushes the floor.

Gasping, I'm half off the couch and have to force myself to sit back down.

Moving with sinuous grace, she dismounts from the pole and dances toward me. "I want to play another game."

"Whatever you want." The words come out strangled, but she understands them.

"Have you ever played Simon Says?"

"No. I didn't play a lot of games as a child."

"Is that a mafia thing? Or was that a your parents really sucked thing?" Swooping down, she shakes her tits right in front of my face.

I have to force myself to remember her question and dig through my brain because I'm sure as hell not thinking about my past right now. "Probably a little bit of both."

Her hands land on my shoulders, and she knee walks onto the couch, her thighs spread wide over mine. "You know those kids you say we're going to have some day?"

"Yeah?"

"They're going to play games."

"Whatever you say." With a mom like Candi, their childhood will be amazing.

"In Simon Says, the person who is Simon tells the other players what to do. If Simon doesn't say Simon Says , but you still do the action, you lose the game."

"What if I don't do it?" I ask.

"We keep playing."

"So, we both win," I say gutturally.

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's play." I have never given another human being this kind of power over me.

But I trust Candi like I don't trust anyone else. She can tell me what she wants me to do anytime.

She leans down so air from her mouth brushes my lips as she speaks. "Instead of Simon Says , I'm going to say Candi Says . Alright?"

"Yes," I breathe against her lips.

Giving me a soft kiss, she straightens. "Candi says put your hands flat on the couch."

I press my hands against the sofa cushion without hesitation.

Testing my resolve, she leans forward, so her breasts brush side to side against my chest and it is all I can do to keep my hands where she told me to.

"Beloved Death, you are so good at this game." She gyrates her hips, giving me the kind of lap dance she never gave a man at the club.

Every incredible, angelic inch of this gorgeous woman is mine. Every move of her body is for me and me alone.

Candi rubs her silk covered pussy against my erection while moving her body in time to the music making my heart beat a fast drum in my chest.

Leaning down, she whispers breathily into my ear, sending shivers of sensation through me. "Candi says take off your gloves."

That's an easy one with her. I'm only wearing them because she told me to dress exactly as I had on Saturday night.

She is the only person I automatically remove my gloves around when we are alone. If I'm in the house, I don't wear them now. Because there's always a chance I could be touching her and I don't want the barrier between us that I need with the rest of the world.

Taking advantage of her order, I reach around her back, and peel them off, dropping them to the side of me on the couch.

Then, because I cannot fucking help myself, I brush my hands up and down her back, reveling in soft skin. She shudders, as moved by the skin-on-skin contact as I am.

Then, in a move I neither expect, nor want, Candi scoots backward off of my lap.

Did I break the rules by touching her?

She shimmies backward three steps. "Candi says take off your coat."

Standing fast, I pull the black duster off, relief at one more layer being removed between us flowing over me. I want to rip the rest of my clothes off, but force myself not to.

Candi didn't say to.

"Candi says take off your boots."

"May I take my socks off at the same time piccola gatta ?" I ask.

She laughs softly. "Candi says you may."

I remove my boots and socks, stacking them neatly to the side, aware that my hands tremble.

"Candi says take off your shirt." She kicks her leg up and holds the split, giving me a scintillating view of her white silk covered pussy.

I rip my shirt off over my head and drop it on top of my boots without bothering to fold it.

Candi glides forward and leans in to brush her mouth along my collarbone. Sparks of sensation light up my nerve ending.

When she sucks up a love bite at the base of my throat, the primitive man in me is delighted to have a mark that will show I am hers. I won't be wearing buttoned collars for a couple of days so everyone else can see it too. My beautiful woman wants to claim me as hers.

She leans back, her beautiful eyes dark with desire. "Candi says you can touch my breasts through the bralette, but don't unhook it."

She's really dragging this out and I'm so fucking here for it. I cup her breasts, squeezing the generous mounds. My mouth salivates in anticipation of tasting the sweet peaks.

Candi's hands land on my shoulders and rub down my chest playing over my nipples and sending zings a pleasure to my cock.

"I like that," I say with surprise.

"None of your past lovers did this?" She scrapes her nails over the small bits of flesh.

"Fuck," I gasp. "No."

"Good. I like knowing there are parts of you that no one has ever experienced the way I do. "

"No one has ever experienced anything of me the way you do, mia amate . You make me feel things inside, not just my body's physical reaction. I belong to you, my lover. There is no comparison with previous sex partners."

Candi kisses my chest, sucking up love bites along the way. My arousal grows to such a high-level it's nearly uncontrollable. My cock is ready to burst out of my leather pants.

Candi moans. "You're so hard right now."

"Yeah."

"Does it hurt?"

"Only in the best way."

Reaching down between us, she undoes my fly and waistband. Her hand delves inside and grips my cock like in the helicopter.

And it feels just as fucking fantastic as that day.

But I don't want a hand job. I want more. I want all of her. "Let me take them off."

"Candi says take off the sexy leather pants." After giving my dick a final squeeze, she releases me and steps back.

I waste no time shimmying out of the tight leather and silk briefs I wear beneath it.

My cock springs free, the tip already drooling for her. I kick the leather and silk aside.

"I know you're really turned on when you stop folding your clothes," she breathes against my chest.

"That's what your touch does to me." Almost every time we have sex, there's a pile of clothes to pick up after.

Pressing against my chest, she purrs, "Candi says sit down."

I drop to the couch with alacrity.

Kicking off her shoes, she cups her tits, offering them to me, but standing too far back for me to actually touch. My dick jerks in appreciation. Even her teasing is perfect.

She drops to her knees and everything inside me stills. She's going to take me in her mouth. Fuck, I want that.

I grab the thick seat cushion to my left and pull it off the couch. "Here."

"Always thinking of me." Smiling, she scoots back and lets it drop to the floor in front of my feet. "Spread your legs, Angelo."

Fuck. What do I do? Are we still playing the game.

Cocking her head in question, she asks, "Don't you want this?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Then…"

"You didn't say, Candi says and I don't want it to stop."

Her sexy laughter tinkles between us. "Oh, you really are good at this. I forgot we were playing."

"Are we done playing the game?" I ask, to make sure.

"Not yet." She presses on my knees. "Candi says, spread your legs wide."

I do what she says, picturing us in a reverse position and liking that image too much not to have another date with mia amate in the saferoom.

"Now, scoot your butt down a little." She shifts her own body closer. "Candi says," she tacks on when I don't move.

I slide my ass forward so my cock juts straight up.

Candi licks her lips. "I've never done this before. You know that right?"

"I've never had a mouth on my cock that mattered before."

She smiles and then swoops down, licking my precum right off my weeping slit. Humming her approval, she does it again. And again. And again.

Bathing my dick with her tongue, she gives every inch of it the same level of attention. "Fuck, please. Mia amate I need your mouth on me."

"You have my mouth on you."

"Suck me," I demand.

After a little look that says, will she or won't she , she lavishly licks her lips and then takes me into her mouth, her slick lips sliding over my cockhead and an inch down my shaft.

Pulling back, she keeps the suction tight and then takes me deeper than before. I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn't gag. She hums with pleasure and swallows.

My cock slides into her throat and my muscles go rigid with the effort it takes not to thrust deeper.

Pulling back, she inhales through her nose and drops forward again on the exhale.

Three more times she swallows, sucks and then pulls back to breathe. But on the fourth I stop her and lift her head. "I'm going to come."

"That's the idea, isn't it?"

"Not in your mouth the first time."

"Why not?"

There's a good reason, but my brain's not throwing it up right now. That's it. "I don't want you to vomit."

"Won't happen. I already tasted you. Your cum won't nauseate me. I like it."

"Next time. I want you to ride me so I can play with your gorgeous tits."

"You've got a fixation for my boobs." She doesn't sound like she's complaining.

"They're perfect, like the rest of you."