Page 159 of Wicked Angel
“You’re so hard, though.”
She was right. I was so damn hard.
“No.”
“Why not?” I could hear her fake-pouting.
“Because I’m driving.”
“So? Don’t tell me you never let a girl suck you off while you were driving before.”
I tossed her a look. “Have you? Sucked a guy off while he was…?”
“No. You just seemed like a guy I could do that with.”
“Wrong.”
“Huh. How disappointing. What happened to ‘Anytime you need a dick to play with…’”
“I’m driving you home. Your life is in my hands right now. Why do you think I didn’t drink at the party last night? You don’t let someone get in your car unless you’re committed to getting them home safe.”
“But it would feel so good.”
“No.”
“Just a little taste…” she begged, maybe because she’d figured out that her begging was a serious hot spot for me.
“No, Angeline.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“I said no.”
But by the time she’d been begging for two fucking DJ Khaled songs, I caved.
“Fine. You want to play with my dick? Take it out. Touching only. No mouth and no happy ending.”
She laughed a little. But she reached over and carefully unbuttoned and unzipped, freeing me. My cock flexed helplessly in her grip when she slid her warm, soft hand around my shaft.
“Fuck. Do not touch me with your mouth right now. Promise me.”
She giggled with nervous restraint. Her hand was shaking. “Okay.”
“How are you so turned on right now?” It was amazing, really. We’d just parted ways with Yash. She’d gone from business to bedroom eyes in seconds flat.
“Johnny. Don’t ask me stupid questions.”
When I glanced at her, her eyes were blown wide as she drank me in.
I gripped the wheel tighter.
“Stroke,” I commanded. “Gently. And don’t go fast.”
She did as she was told. Mostly.
“I said slow,” I groaned. “Slowly, Angel.”
“I love it when you call me Angel. Call me your Angel while I touch you.”
