A Fire Within: The Estate Series P23

You’re on Fire. You crave me. What I have been able to do. Dive into that creative mind of yours. No one else has had the Cajones to do so. Prove to me I have affected you. ~Angie to Zander

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A Fire Within: The Estate Series Part 23 by Angelique Slayyyn

Zander had rushed through the throng of hungry customers, leaving Angie at the curb with a huge smile. “Hey! Bud! Can I get two” he showed two fingers in a victory sign, “ massive sweet teas with plenty of ice. Thanks!” His voice rang out over the others.

A lovely blond woman in a short white dress with sunflowers spattered on its fabric, peeked up at Zander. She smiled, taking in his stature and the shirt he wore. “Hey.” She winked with her introduction. He barely noticed, his hands were spread on his hips. Determination on his face. “What’s up.” He responded without a side glance.

Angie leaned into the held open door, allowing people to come and go. A low chortle rattled her throat. She could see the woman trying hard for his attention.

“I wish I was. That is to say, up on those strong shoulders and your face buried against my panty covered pussy. i saw you with her and well, I am better suited for your Tastes.” Her bold confession hung in his right ear, even as he tossed a ten dollar bill onto the counter for the drinks.

Again, Angie could hear but didn’t get upset. She was amused.

“Really now. Ya think I would rather have a vanilla scoop than a delicacy of twisted dripping with peppermint and honey into my throat while it teased my every sensitive pore and groin? Nah I’m good. Your husband might want to check in on his vanilla wafer of a wife.” He tossed his assessment over his shoulder as he gathered up the drinks in both hands. “Keep the change, Bud! Thanks a Mill!” He left the woman burning red and jaw slacked.

Angie was floored. Her small hands grasped her knees, hair hung like caught curtains in the breeze. She was wheezing from laughter. “Boss Lady! Let’s Go Have Some Fun In the Sun!” He rattled the huge forty ounce cups in the air, letting her hear the ice.

“You are an asshole! I am not married! Go be with a plain jane! I can have any man in this..” The woman’s voice stopped, when she saw Angie straighten. She recognized Her. “I mean. I’m sorry. I didn’t. Hi. Angie.”

Zander had serpentine slid around Angie to get the drinks set up in the mercury, bending over the closed door. "Nice. Real Nice, Cassie. I’m sure Dusty Rose would love to hear that her protege is a bitch. Get Bent over a rail. Let’s go, Zander.” Angie flipped the woman off with a loud laugh, turning to round the car once more. Zander’s head popped up, his hands stretched onto the driver’s seat, a curling snarl of a grin appeared. “Yes Ma’am, Angie!”

Cassie fumbled with her coin purse and its silver chain clinging to her shoulder. “It’s not fair! You all get the most beautiful men!” She retorted and frowned. Angie swung open the passenger door, slipped onto the seat and banged! the door shut. “How about you try to learn a man’s mind before you swallow their sea men down your throat. Then you’d get the men I do.”

Zander fell into the car, rose like a ghost and gunned the engine. “She’s not wrong! Beep Beep! Lake Shore!” They zoomed away, laughing together. Once they were out of town and rounding a mountain road curve, Angie snagged her drink. Her tongue wrapped easily around the straw.

Zander drummed his opened palms on the white leather wheel. “You know that I could use somebody, someone like you!” He sang to a song on the radio. Angie nodded in agreement, enjoying the shimmer of sunlight on waves of trees’ leaves.

“I recall seeing your movie, Arduous Moon on the big screen a few years back. I had hoped it would be a french tribute. Perhaps Louis Malle or Roger Vadim, but you went too soft core sensual porn. I loved the visuals but the dialogue was bland. Routine ministrations of bodies having sex. I knew you could do better, Zander. Then I got that call from your movie company wanting me to take you on.” Her voice carried through the song on purpose.

A visible wince developed in his eyelids. “Yeah, I lost my way. I was catering to the uber rich and they wanted boring lackluster bull shit. I wanted to end the movie early but no! of course not.” He turned the wheel to edge onto a gravel road.

Angie settled into her car seat, resting her drink in the cup holder. “The Truth? You were so unafraid in your creative attempt, you Forgot The Plot.” She snapped back as she wriggled her soft pants off to toss them onto the back seat.

The car slowed to a sudden halt, rocks clipped beneath and danced onto the edges of the water line. “I Lost The Plot? Are we going over this again? Is this a pop quiz or a stab zander situation? Ang.” His arms were showing bulges of muscle and sweat glistening, as well as his forehead.

She merely curled up to face him. Her black satin panties soaked as she sat cross legged. The white Styrofoam cup was held with both small hands. “You’re on Fire. You crave me. What I have been able to do. Dive into that creative mind of yours. No one else has had the Cajones to do so. Prove to me I have affected you. Create a movie about the third floor. Creative a movie about the Basement parties. Do Something or admit you are afraid to dive past the shallow end, Zander.” She waited.

His skin seethed, rivulets of sweat disturbed his flesh. Hair matted like wings to the sides of his eyes, which penetrated her. “Oh so I have your Queenly Permission! Fantastic! You could have offered a year ago!” His arms swung out, hands wriggled high above his head.

A slow simmer smile grew across her face while she sucked on the straw. Eyes bore into his browns. He suddenly slunk into the seat, rubbing his face with a palm in frustration. “I’m sorry, Angie. You just get into me so damn fast. I’m thirsty.”

“Ask.” She simply stated.

His stare was of daggers ready to battle. “I just did.” He responded. The water lapped on the rocky shore, rhythmic to their conversation. Angie shook her head in a no. Sound of her drinking deeply, echoed with the next song on the radio.

Hardened shivers ate at his curving spine. “Please may have permission to drink your sweet tea and leave you the ice for your entertainment, Ma’am, Angie?” She tipped her head, releasing the straw. Her lips softly swollen from enjoying. “Please May I. Use your Words, Zander.” She schooled. Her hoodie pressed tight to her large breasts.

His jaw crackled, groin came alive to ache in his jeans, hand rubbed heavy on his face, covering his eyes momentarily. “Please May I have permission to drink your sweet tea and leave you the ice for your entertainment, Ma’am, Angie?”

Her cup rattled in her hand, letting him hear the remainder of only Ice. “Sure thing, Doll Face. Have at it, guzzle that sweet nectar down your expert gullet and imagine my pussy plastered to your face as I did once, riding you while you screamed my name. How my name vibrated my clit. You woke in pain, dreaming of me later that night. Begging to be ridden like the whore you are. Drink as if your life depends upon it. Promise me you will enjoy every drop as you orgasm when the last droplet hits your guts.” Her words flowed.

He stiffened, boots pressed to the floor, angled. His hand trembled, reaching for the other cup. “You are too much. You are too sensual. Oh my god. I am shaking already. I am. thirsty for you. Angie.” He sucked fast, guzzling, eyes rolling. Right hand grasped to squeeze at his groin thru tightened jeans.

The last of the sweet tea struck perfectly, sending him into a writhing beautiful mess on the car seat. Head fallen back to expose his Adam’s apple fighting to bob.

“Again. Orgasm. Eyes Open!” Angie commanded. She had leaned to tug his rock shirt up and stuff its center into his mouth. He growled, teeth exposed. Ice drifted down his toned body, melting instantly in a reminder of the first orgasm.

His left hand tossed the cup of ice onto the dashboard, followed by a harsher orgasm. His teeth almost ripping at his favorite shirt. “Give it up to me. Do you want to be my Sacrifice?!” Angie threw the trigger word into his ringing ears.

His right hand twisted at his covered groin, sending instant sweet pain into his steel cock, how it ached against the jeans. “Do you want to die and feel again! Once more and Scream my name!!” He undulated in swift motions, pained dance. “ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE YES!” Birds flew off of trees, sunset bit at the lake’s surface.

She knew then, he was ready to reenter the Estate.

end of part 23

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