Drive-By Angel

By Wildfire8470

Copyright ©2025

Angel packed her bags, trying to anticipate the change in temperature at her first destination. She was sick of this too small town, sick of awkward boys, sick of everything, and fed up with her beige life. She walked with direct and angry assurance, muttering,

"Beige! My whole life has been bland, boring, beige!"

She tossed slacks, dresses, heels, jeans, and a variety of tops into the suitcases haphazardly, and then flung her bags into the hatch of her SUV with a single thought: I've never been satisfied in my whole life, and I'm sick of pretending!

Her wheels laid rubber as she gunned the car onto the interstate, thinking, I need color, and I'll have it, damn it!

She drove blindly and, six hours later, found herself in St. Augustine without really knowing how she had gotten there.

She stopped for gas and stepped out of the car. Angel approached the station, with the breeze catching her long, blonde tresses, and several men stopped tending to their cars to stare hungrily. 

Angel knew she was beautiful. She had always known it.

Though she had pulled into the self-serve island, two men raced from the station, trying to be the first to offer assistance.

Angel smiled wickedly, and asked the first man to fill the tank, then turned to the second man, requesting that he show her to the ladies room.

She immediately learned his name was Davis, and looped her arm through his, as his eyes bulged, glued to her voluptuous breasts.

He managed to issue a warning about the importance of a woman being safe when traveling alone. Davis offered to check the Ladies Room "to make sure it was free of predators."

Angel thanked him kindly, playing along. She stood behind him as he pushed a key into the lock. He was obviously strong, muscular, and maybe just a few sandwiches short of a picnic; her exact type at the moment.

Davis struggled with the rusty lock as Angel took in her surroundings. The sky was bright and blue; the sun, a huge, yellow-gold orb, even the gas station sign was bright, lacquer red. 

She drank in the change, loving the vibrance that came with a change in attitude, but her specific interest was the renowned, haunted lighthouse in the distance.

She was enjoying the brilliant colors, paying them rapt attention, and thirsted for more, thinking, even if I have to act like a dolt to get what I want! 

Angel maneuvered to hold the door, asking when his shift was over. He informed her that the first attendant was there to replace him for the night shift. Angel licked her lips.

"Listen," she said, "I'm new in town. Would you be willing to show me some sights," she asked innocently.

"Sure! What's your pleasure," he queried, not believing his good fortune.

She pointed into the distance saying, "What's that? Oh, is it a lighthouse? Let's go there!"

Davis, still standing in the door to the restroom, eyed her up and down, knowing he could refuse this innocent beauty nothing.

"Of course," he said, cautioning about its haunted history, explaining that she should stay close to him, "just in case."

She cast her eyes to the ground feigning nervousness, "Maybe we shouldn't," she said softly, with mock fear.

"Oh no, Miss Angel, I'll protect you," he offered, puffing up right in front of her.

Angel suppressed a hungry grin and agreed to take him there.

Several moments later, they were inside the lighthouse, and the heavy door swung shut behind them, with an echoing bang.

Angel playfully ran up the winding staircase, but Davis was no match for her endurance. By the time he reached the top, Angel was already half-clad. Her crop top lay in a heap as she unzipped her jean shorts.

Davis stood drop-jawed, staring at her from silken hair to dainty, bare feet. She closed the distance between them and embraced him, moving her hands to grip his firm, taut ass cheeks, and whispered, "Let's make this a night to remember."

She kissed him full on the mouth sucking in his lower lip, and raking her moist tongue across it, whispering, "Fuck me, Davis. Fuck me like no one ever has!"

Davis stepped back to review her in a new light. Hesitantly, he unzipped his jeans, even as he took a step back.

Angel closed the distance, embracing him from the back to nip and suckle his neck, leaving a trail of small bruises, as Davis fumbled with removing his shirt and pants.

Angel lost her patience. She fisted his collar and ripped the offending shirt from his back. Again he took a step back saying, "Boy, you're no angel. Are you?"

She pursued him wordlessly, deliberating how best to have her way with him. She took a step toward him, and leaned down to force his pants from his feet, asking,

"Have you ever fantasized about defiling an angel and fucking her brains out, Davis? Now is your one and only chance."

Davis found his anger, and his courage, and decided to give her exactly what she was asking for. He leaned in to kiss her hard, and scooped up his shirt to spread beneath her.

Angel gripped his naked body, and pushed him to the ground, rolling him onto his back. For a moment, she watched his chest rise and fall heavily.

"What," he asked, "What are you doing?"

Angel didn't answer. Having the upper hand was thrilling, and she was thoroughly enjoying the fear in his eyes.

Instead, she got down on all fours and crawled the short distance to him, knowing he was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts and perfect proportions. She now understood why some animals growl.

She crept between his muscled thighs and sucked his cock into her warm, wet mouth, closing her lips around him hard. Davis let go a groan like she'd never heard before. It was purely animalistic and her pussy exploded in flames.

She sucked him in deeply, bobbing her head up and down, stroking the length of his cock, sucking hard and tonguing him.

He arched his back, with eyes closed, aching for release, and Angel stopped abruptly. Fisting his balls, she mounted him cowgirl style, demanding,

"I want you to look at me, Davis."

"Okay, I'm sorry! Okay," he pleaded, but Angel was having too much fun being the aggressor.

She turned, ending up in reverse cowgirl position, to drag her wet slit up and down his steely length, tormenting both of them mercilessly.

Angel crouched lower, with her firm breasts swinging against his belly, and she fisted his iron need, pushing up and down, stroking him slowly enough to make him beg.

"Tell me what you want, Davis."

"He bit his lip, steeling himself, and refusing to answer.

Again, Angel turned to face him, rubbing her nipple over his lips, teasing and taunting. Then, clasping his face between her breasts, she locked eyes with him, demanding,

"Tell me. What do you want? Answer me."

He refused. Angel began kneading her breasts, and got on all fours, letting them bounce and jiggle over his mouth, just barely out of reach.

Angel loved having a prisoner to her will. She found it exhilarating, and it spurred her on to more depraved acts.

She stretched out, full length on top of him, guiding his aching need to her steaming cunt, and dragged the head of his cock over her wetness, dipping it into her tight snatch slightly, and pulling it out rapidly with each stroke.

Davis begged, "Angel please," bucking beneath her, trying to drive his cock into her.

"Please what, Davis?"

He remained mute, refusing to let her break him, so Angel turned again, moving to straddle his face, and stretched out across his body, to lick the full length of his cock, up and down, breathing hotly against him, as she wrapped her thighs around his head.

Davis buried his tongue in her, stabbing her depths, and gripped her sweet ass cheeks, kneading and swatting her.

She responded, in kind, vibrating astride him, tightening her thighs to drive him more deeply into her.

Finally, she sat full upright, grinding her cunt into his lips, and stroking her clitoris, as he devoured her.

Davis nearly exploded, stroking her silky thighs, clasping them more tightly against his cheeks, and driving his fingers into the molten center of her, as her body shook atop him.

She stroked her clitoris, stopping and starting, to make this last as long as possible. Angel shook with desire, wanting more, and she straddled him, riding his face hard, wanting everything he had to give.

Again, he begged her, "Angel, please, please!"

She slowed her actions then, turning to lay atop him, missionary style, ensuring that the head of his cock was just at the entrance of her fiery snatch.

About Wildfire8470:

Starving author/artist walking to and from my desk, uphill both ways, in rain, hail, floods, tornadoes and hurricanes. Gotta love paradise!