Page 19 of Pitiful Lies

Imagine that? Angel fucking Fury cuddling the night away with a soft woman in his arms.

I want to laugh at the irony, but I don’t. This feels too important for that.

She feels too important.

We’re in Virginia, and the truth is it’s taking twice as long to get home with all the stops I insist on making.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never have to play games with women. Hell. They usually climb over each other to get into my bed.

But not her.

In fact, Giselle seems hell bent on staying away from me, and maybe that’s why I want her so badly.

It’s a mind fuck, for sure.

Maybe it’s her playing hard to get that’s got me so hot for her, but I doubt it. Two long ass months since I’ve seen her, touched her, and it feels so right.

I suck in a breath, opening my mouth against her bountiful curls, curling my body around hers. And it’s perfect. For the first time in all those weeks since she left, I feel myself relax.

And I finally sleep.

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My eyelids flutter, but I am determined to eke out every second I can get of whatever magical slumber I somehow fell into last night.

Mmm. Feels good. Warm.

I sigh and stretch and that’s when I feel it, er, him.

Uh oh.

My eyes open, and I freeze in place. Behind me, or should I say coiled around me like the serpent he is, is Angel.

The man is like a giant anaconda.

So is his dick, a naughty voice whispers inside my head, and I bite my lip.

He has one arm beneath me, and it’s wrapped around my chest where he is holding onto my breast beneath my tank top.

My nipples are hard. Angel’s callused hand and rough arm feel so good pressed against them.

The need to moan is growing.

His other arm is snaked over my hip, past my soft belly, and his hand is buried inside my shorts.

This fucker is cupping my pussy in his sleep.

Truly, he is holding onto it. His fingers are positioned like my pussy is a freaking bowling ball.

That big hand of his is right over my sex, fingers right inside my wet, hot folds.

Like my vagina is his own personal property.

Like he fucking owns it.

I want to be angry.

I want to shove him away.

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