Page 160 of Wicked Angel
I groaned quietly. “Slow down.”
“This is slow. If I wanted to make you come, I’d really bust that dick.”
“Stop talking,” I grit out.
She laughed again, softly. That, and her warm hand sliding up and down my shaft, stroking me in a slow rhythm because she couldn’t even wait until we got home, almost did me in.
I blew out a breath, staring into traffic. Refusing to look at her.
“Feel good?” she purred.
“Stop.”
“You want me to stop stroking your bare cock with my hand?” she teased indulgently.
“Stop talking.And slow down.”
“If you came right now,” she wondered aloud, “do you think you could just keep driving while you ejaculated?”
“You make me come,” I growled, “and I’m crashing this car for sure.”
She seemed to take that as a delicious challenge. I saw her licking her lips gratuitously out of the corner of my eye. “Mmm. Then I better not make you come.”
“Angeline.” I swallowed, my throat tight. “Do not make me put my dick away.”
“Relax,” she said, a soft glee in her voice. She rubbed her thumb over the wet slit in my cockhead, smearing my pre-come around. “I’ll be gentle, Johnny. I promise.”
“No coming.”
“No, I won’t make you come. I mean, if you climax because you just can’t help it—”
“Angie.” My teeth ground on her name.
“I just want to touch you.” Her voice softened. “You don’t know how hot I am for you…”
I groaned again.
“You have a beautiful dick,” she said shyly.
My cock flexed and I growled in my throat.
“Ohh, shit,” she whispered, swallowing down the lust she was trying to contain. “You like that…”
“Stop.”
“You’re so big,” she indulged me. “And so thick.”
“No.”
“Your cock is gorgeous.”
“Don’t,” I rasped. “Do not make my eyes roll back in my head. I need to see the road.”
“Look at that plump, thick head,” she gushed.
“Shut your mouth.”
“You’re so beautiful. I love all your tattoos…”
