Page 76 of Pitiful Lies

“Shhh. Keep those wild screams for me, Little Doll. Anyone sees you like this and I’ll have to kill them.”

His words echo in my ears, and I hold him tighter.

God, his words.

They shouldn’t excite me. But him saying that, acting all possessive of me, well, it makes me even hotter for him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, so tight,” he grunts.

Angel lets go of my waist, and I drop harder, taking his thick cock deeper inside of me.

My nails are clutching at his shoulders and neck. I’m holding him so fucking tight.

His rough breathing fills my ears, and I know he’s just as far gone as I am.

It’s crazy.

Feeling this way.

Letting him do this to me in public where anyone can see.

But it’s also the hottest damn thing I have ever experienced. So freaking sexy. And I know he’s telling the truth when he says he’ll flat out end anyone who even thinks about peeping.

He feels so good. Holding me like I’m precious. Filling me like no one else. Angel touches me in places I can’t even begin to describe.

“That’s right, Little Doll. Only I can do this to you. Only me. Feel me. Feel all of me,” he growls, and I realize I must have said some of that out loud.

I roll my hips in time with his thrusts, and I do as he asks. I feel him. And he is fantastic.

Angel’s masculine scent is all over me, surrounding me, and I love it. His big, hard body is more than capable of supporting mine, but I marvel at his strength and the ferocity of his passion.

I’m scared I can’t match it, but I do. Pride fills me as I accept the fact that I fit him perfectly. Just like he fits me.

There is no denying this.

No denying us.

I let go of all my inhibitions. Push away all the nagging reasons I should keep what I feel for him under wraps.

Angel is inside me, so deep. And not just my body. I’m talking about deep inside my heart, my mind, my very soul.

I don’t think he even knows or understands at all what I am feeling. And I don’t think I can tell him.

Heck, I can’t even speak.

My eyes roll upwards, and I see stars peeking out through the canopy of trees.

An owl hoots.

Music from the fairgrounds is still playing. But it’s far away. Somewhere in the distance.

I think I hear a car start up, or maybe two, in the lot a few yards away.

But none of that matters.

All that matters is this.

Him.

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