Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Our kiss starts as a peck until Angel cranks up the volume.
She kisses me hard. Fast. She devours my mouth with perfect strokes of her tongue and teasing moans.
Heavenly.
Inferno.
The spices on the pastrami shouldn’t allow her mouth to be as delicious as it is. Her lips are scrumptious and salty, flavored by her sandwich and the wetness she’s endeavoring to make out isn’t clinging to her top lip.
The latter forces me to pull back.
It takes everything I have, and it isn’t done without a pained groan.
“Angel…”
She peers at me with pleading, lust-filled eyes. “Please.”
A beg that throaty and needy deserves to be listened to.
No! my brain shouts to my cock. You’re not a creep.
Horny, yes.
A creep, no.
I drag in several breaths, needing to press on the brakes. She’s vulnerable. Only an ass would play on her vulnerability.
It is a fight to continue acting chivalrous when I drift my eyes to Angel’s side of the couch. Even with her ass once again plonked on her half of our shared seat, I can see the effect our kiss had on her. Her shirt has ridden up to her waist, exposing the cutest printed cotton panties I’ve ever seen. They’re girlie and sweet with the inclusion of a bow at the top, and as damp as my lips when my tongue seeks any leftover residue of her kiss on my mouth.
A woman as sexy as Angel doesn’t need lacy panties to display her raunchiness. She could wear a potato sack and she’d still be beautiful.
When my eyes slowly lift to her face, my fight triples.
Our kiss shouldn’t have happened—not at all—but in less than a nanosecond, nothing but the wish to replace the sadness in her eyes with something far more potent than lust smacks into me.
I’ll even let her crush my family jewels if it is the only way to return the lively spark her eyes are now missing.
Fingers crossed my mouth will supply adequate resuscitation.
“The instant you want this to stop, say the word and I will stop.” I dig my hand into her hair as it has been begging to do all night and then bring her lips so close to mine that we share the same air. “Until then, I’m going to kiss you how I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on you.”
I wait for the excitement in her eyes to detonate before I reacquaint our lips so firmly that her back arches into a C. She trembles when I run my tongue over her lips before plunging it into her delicious mouth.
Within seconds, our embrace goes further than the one minutes ago. It includes a ton of purring and enough grinds to ensure I’ll have to check my sweatpants for a wet patch before I wear them again.
A goddess is under me and moaning—her skin as heavenly soft as the divine taste of her mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this or kissed anyone like this. It is a first for receiving and giving and has me on the verge of coming in my pants like a sophomore.
Needing more, I tug Angel down the sofa before deepening our kiss. I bite at her lips and duel our tongues while rocking my hips at a smooth, controlled pace, dampening her panties further.
“So. Good. Feels so good,” she moans into my mouth, grinding up.
I tighten my fist still tangled in a mass of curls, tugging the roots of her fantastic hair. Her head thrusts back, urging me to do it again as her pussy rubs along my stiffened shaft.
I grip her hair firmly, holding her in place, before doubling the speed of my rocks.
She’s pliable under my touch in seconds, and my veins thrum with lust.
When she pulls back to suck in a much-needed breath, I continue rolling my hips in rhythm to the frantic thrusts of her breasts, drawing out more moans. Her eyes are free of the encumbrances they faced only minutes ago, hardened with lust.
I’m going to hell. Straight to the fiery depths of despair for using her vulnerability against her. But fuck if I can stop this. I can feel the heat of her pussy as she rubs it along my cock and smell its no doubt delicious palette.
God himself couldn’t stop this now.
“Guide me,” I plead, needing direction to ensure I don’t take this too far.
I won’t gripe a single moan if she wants to stop this now. I’ll plop her back onto her side of the sofa, stalk to the shower, and then stroke one out in silence. She won’t face a single objection.
When I say that to Angel, her moans thicken. They come so hard and fast that I have no choice but to rope my arm around her back and pull her up until her sexy thighs cuddle my waist and her erect nipples stab my bare chest.