Page 49 of Pitiful Lies

I’m his. Utterly his. To do with as he pleases. And that scares the shit out of me.

“That’s it, Koukla. Open that fucking mouth and show me what you like.”

I can’t deny him. So, I do. I open my mouth, and I slide my tongue inside his, tasting him just like he’s tasting me.

I don’t know what I’m doing. Okay, that’s not true. I know damn well what I’m doing. But the truth is, Angel is right.

I don’t want to fight it, either. Don’t want to pretend or deny what’s happening.

I just wanna feel.

“Are you wet for me, Little Doll? Have you soaked your panties?” he asks, walking me backwards until I feel the bed hit the backs of my thighs.

“Yes,” I whisper, nodding my head.

“Good.”

His big hands are sliding up my calves, to my thighs, and I thank God I shaved this morning. My pussy clenches on air, my clit practically vibrating with need.

I’m so hot for him, I’m about to combust. His thick fingers coast over my panties and he moans.

“Fuck. You’re soaked, Baby.”

I nod. I am. Wet and horny. But Angel doesn’t dip his fingers beneath the cotton like I expect him to. He kisses me again, and I give in to the demands of his searching lips.

I kiss him back with everything I have. I feel his hands move and I frown.

He’s righting my clothes. Next, he’s not even touching me anymore.

Wait. What?

I can’t believe it. He’s still pulling my skirt back into place. And I want to protest. I want to demand he do something about this state I am in.

A state that is all his fault.

But instead of taking me to bed and fucking me like I want him to, the big butthead just ends our kiss with a smacking sound of his lips against mine.

“Take a shower and get changed, Little Doll. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“What? What are you doing? Where are you going?”

I gasp as he stands to his full height.

My head lolls back and I can’t help but watch as he reaches inside his pants and adjusts his huge, hard dick.

I could help him with that. I want to.

“Angel—”

But he’s already leaving the room, and I am sitting there completely stunned.

Angel turns back to me with a wink, his eyes grazing over my body. I’m exactly where he left me, my brain having a hard time processing what just happened, or rather, what didn’t just happen.

“Two hours, Little Doll. Wear something nice. I’m taking you out to dinner when I get back.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN-ANGEL

Ishould have never told her to wear something pretty.

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