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I didn’t dare look away. My core clenched on his hard length.
“Good girl, squeeze me…” he moaned, slamming into me again and again.
I shuddered, convulsing on him, and I knew he could feel it as I screeched, “Oh God, oh God, you fuck so fucking good… I’m coming.” He made me come so hard, I was in a bliss on another level.
He hissed out a breath between his teeth as he suddenly locked up, his body rigid. I fucked him mercilessly, riding his cock, until he grit out, “Baby, I can’t…” Then he ripped his cock out, kneeled up over me, and with one hand on his dick, shoved his length into my waiting mouth.
With his other hand, he shoved between my spread legs and thrust a couple of fingers into me, rubbing against my core with his whole hand as my orgasm kept shuddering through me.
He groaned as his cock spasmed, and I felt the first hot spurt of his climax on my tongue. “Good girl,” he groaned, “suck me off.” I sucked and licked. Then I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pulled him from my mouth and let him blow the rest on my face. “God, yeah,” he groaned as his cream spurt on my lips and cheek and I pulled on his cock, wanting more.
His hand slid into my hair almost affectionately as his hips rocked in rhythm with my pulls. I sucked on the plump head of his cock, savoring every last drop, until he shuddered.
As he collapsed back on the sofa and his fingers slid from inside me, I lay back with my legs still spread wide. His eyes dragged over me.
As he watched, I smeared his come on my face, my lips, and smeared it into my mouth, sucked it off my fingers. While my other hand stole down to my clit. Johnny’s eyes widened as he watched me rub my clit in swift, aggressive circles as I feasted on my fingers, tasting him. I saw it his eyes—appreciation. Hunger, for sure. Curiosity.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Make yourself come again, Angel. I want to watch.” He idly stroked his softening dick as I did what he said.
He watched as my body convulsed again. I rubbed my clit as I came, whimpering with pleasure and near exhaustion, still desperate for more. I rubbed and kneaded as the spasms rippled through me. He looked mesmerized, his eyes dancing between my pussy and my open mouth, my dazed eyes, my spread thighs, my busy hand.
Then I collapsed.
“You feel better now?” I could hear the satisfied pleasure in his voice. He liked that.
My lust didn’t make him feel threatened.
I could’ve cried as that realization washed over me.
I nodded, still panting, blinking back the emotion.
I was better. For now. But that was so good, I’d be fantasizing about it for the rest of my life and probably horny again in like an hour.
And then of course there was the guilt and theholy God what did I just dothat was bound to kick in when the hormone rush faded. But oh well. Right now, I couldn’t give a fuck.
Johnny couldn’t either, clearly.
“So, what was that?” he panted in a daze, as he lay sprawled next to me on the sofa. His hand drifted slowly up my thigh. There was a touch of amusement in his voice, but I saw the heat in his dark gaze as it roamed over my body.
“That was sex,” I said softly, feeling almost painfully exposed as our eyes locked, but there was really nowhere to hide. “The way I like it.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Johnny
Istepped out into the twilit evening, checking my phone. Angeline’s text from five minutes ago said:Meet you outside in 5.But there was no sign of her on the path that connected Shayla’s front door with mine.
I was dressed up and ready, had a gift bag with a bottle of Peach Schnapps for Lex’s wife; Talia was obsessed with this stuff. Angeline had informed me when we’d “reviewed my social calendar” today—meaning she’d emailed Yash a list of upcoming events she expected me to attend—that I was to make an appearance at Lex and Talia’s housewarming party tonight.
That wasn’t why I was going. I was going for Lex. But I’d asked Angeline, by text, if she wanted to go with me. She was already going anyway, apparently, but I’d half-expected her to say no.
I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about showing up at a party with me so soon after things had… shifted… between us.
To my surprise, she actually accepted my invitation.
As long as it’s not a date,she’d said.
Why would it be a date?I’d replied, lobbing that ball right back into her court. Maybe it irked me just a bit that she could beg me to come on her face but God forbid she go on a date with me where other humans might glimpse us together.
