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Not answering him, I hooked my fingers into my jeans, pushing them down my thighs, “I’m getting ready for bed. I’ve had a stressful week and a long drive. I need a shower and sleep. You do have a shower in this dump right?” I stood in front of him in nothing but my black lace underwear and his reaction was everything I wanted it to be. He was literally panting, his pink tongue continuously swiping against his lips.
“There’s a shower, but...fuck.” Monster shook his head, likely trying to clear his mounting confusion. “What the fuck, Angela?”
“I need to get married, and as all of this is your fault then I think you owe me that, don’t you?” Easily, I unclipped my bra and it fell to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
Eyes firmly on my tits, Monster took a step forward. “And why the fuck would I marry you? You have just said you aren’t pregnant and…” He stopped right in front of me, like he had just realised that he was moving in my direction with that sexy as sin look on his face.
“For money, Monster.” I cocked out a hip. I knew I looked good, but there was just something about the way his eyes darkened when he looked at me that caused something to clench deep down inside of me.
I wanted him. He wanted me. It was the perfect plan. We could make it believable because the fire was already there and we wouldn't even have to pretend for long. A few months, a year at most, and then I could divorce him and get on with my life.
“You like money don’t you? When I get married, I’m going to be a very rich woman. Like super-rich.” Watching his eyes, I squeezed at my own breasts.
“I like money,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on me.
“Good, I thought you might, plus, as your wife, my body will belong to you. Does that turn you on, Monster?”
In answer, he swallowed hard.
“I thought it might.” Easily, I stepped away. Why were men such imbeciles? Flash them a little flesh, tell them they can touch your titties and they bow down and do anything you want them to. It was pathetic. “Now where the hell is the shower?”
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He was still standingin the same spot I had left him when I returned from showering fifteen minutes later. Watching him, I could almost see the wheels turning in his head.
Poor Monster.
Naked apart from the towel, I sauntered past him and it was only when my wet hair brushed against his arm that he seemed to come out of his daze.
“Angela, what the fuck are you doing?”
It seemed his favourite thing to ask me.. Poor Monster, he was big, bad and scary, and was totally unnerved by my presence. It was oddly sweet.
“I’m getting into bed. I’m tired and...” I loosened the towel, flinging it in his direction. Bending over, I started to pull down the covers. The bed really did look inviting, but I wasn't making a show of getting into bed because I wanted to sleep. I was putting on a show for him because I needed more. I wanted Monster to act on the darkness I had seen growing in his eyes.
“You are not sleeping in my bed next to me like we are a couple, Angela.”
My pussy throbbed with need. Turning on my heel, my fingers were already on his belt buckle before I had fully reached him. He didn't stop me, his eyes just locked on to my face.
“We don't need to sleep, Monster.” Slipping my hand down the front of his pants, I grinned up at him. “In fact, I would prefer it if we didn't.” Never taking my eyes from him, I let myself drop to my knees.
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I knewwhat she was about to do, just like I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't make a move to stop her. A fucking lunatic she might be, but she was hot, and when a hot woman falls naked to her knees in front of me, my dick takes control. I couldn't help it.
All the shit about getting married flew out of my head the moment her hand curled around me. Dark eyes clashed with mine as she gazed up at me from beneath her thick lashes. It wasn't the asking permission kind of look. I doubted Angela had asked permission for anything in her entire life. It was a look of ownership. She knew she had me.
I wanted to argue, wanted to tell her that she didn't, that she never would. I wanted to pull her up from her knees and send her on her way, but instead my hands moved to the back of her head. I gathered up all that almost black hair and pulled it away from her face. I wanted to see her as she took my length into her mouth. And she was going to take all of it.
Angela needed to be punished for the things she had put up on the internet and I couldn't think of a better way than to make her choke on me.
The first lap of her tongue brushed against my balls and they tightened instantly, pulling up painfully as she continued to lick her way up my shaft. She took her time about it, tracing the veins that throbbed before opening her mouth wide. I slipped between her lips and the warmth of her mouth was almost unbearable.
God, she knew how to give head. I let my head drop back, my eyes closed, but I didn’t let go of her hair. A master fucking cock sucker was what she was. She could give the club girls a lesson or two.
She was a fucking angel.
