Page 161 of Wicked Angel
“Nope. Please.” I was starting to sweat, and the muscles in my arms jumped as I tightened my grip on the wheel.
“Your beautiful muscles flexing when you fuck me—”
“Angeline, I’m begging you. And I don’t beg.”
She bit her tongue and didn’t say another thing, though her hand eased slowly up and down my shaft for the rest of the drive home, while my heart beat like thunder in my chest.
* * *
We’d barely made it into my kitchen before Angeline was tearing her clothes off. Her shirt went first, then her little skirt. “I want to be naked with you,” she gushed.
So I tossed my keys on the counter and helped her strip off her bra. Her panties dropped to the floor, then she was on her knees before I could react, tearing at my belt. She snapped it open, tore open my jeans… and then looked up at me. Her lust glazed eyes were big and round, and she dragged her teeth slowly over her flushed bottom lip.
I wasn’t sure why she’d stopped. She clung to my jeans, holding them open, but didn’t dig inside. My underwear was still in place, my hard dick jutting in her face.
“You okay?” I asked her as she swallowed, gazing up at me. I cupped her face and slid my fingers into her hair.
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded a little, licking her lip. “Is this okay?”
I studied her face. “What is it you’re shy about, Angel?” I studied her face as she bit her lip again. I could feel her desire burning her up. She stirred at my feet, exuding barely restrained energy. “Your hunger?”
She nodded.
I took out my cock. Swollen, hard. Her eyes darkened with lust as she looked at it. Like I told her, I wasn’t shy. I’d never been unsure about myself in that way. Not like I was with her.
I wanted her to be sure. I wanted her to like everything we did together.
“You want that?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
I wanted to hear her say it, like she did in the car. Beg for it. Her words turned me on more than she could ever know. Her desire.
Her need.
If I felt like she actually needed me, that would be the ultimate drug. I’d probably come on the spot.
“Can I…” She gazed up at me shyly, her face flushing. “Can I tie you up?”
I stared at her. Not at all what I’d expected her to say.
The girl just blew my damn mind. Again.
I wasn’t sure if it excited me or scared me more, that she always did shit I did not see coming. I didn’t even know what all these sensations were that were creeping up out of the dark whenever I was with her.
But my cock was a lot more clear on things than I was. Excited. According to my cock, I was definitely excited.
My hand smeared over my face and I pitched forward, suddenly needing to hold onto the counter. I leaned there, with Angeline on her knees beneath me, my dick out and so hard it was sweet torture.
“Angeline. Where the hell have you been all my life?”
A sweet smile spread across her face. “Right in front of you, I think.”
“Then I must be a damn idiot.”
“Is that a yes?”
