Page 74 of Pitiful Lies

“Are those mine?” she asks, but I shake my head.

I hand them to a little girl running past us, and she beams at me and says thank you.

“You don’t take gifts or flowers from anyone but me, Little Doll,” I tell Giselle, turning back to face her.

I should say something. Apologize maybe. But I hear my girl moan and see the way she’s squirming.

Is my Koukla really getting hot and bothered by my very public display of jealousy?

I think she is. And it’s making my dick hard.

Even if I’m being ridiculous.

“Come on,” she tells me, tugging on my arm.

But I’m still glaring at the knight, and I don’t feel her reach for my waist before she gives me a good, hard pinch.

“Ouch! What’s that for?”

I’m stunned. This little minx! But I’m also thrilled.

I don’t think anyone has ever dared do anything like that to me. And now my pants feel way too tight, and my dick is thumping against my zipper.

“Come here, Big Guy,” she tells me, walking us a little bit away from the crowd of people.

She’s grinning like she has a secret. And, dirty girl that I know she is, I wonder what she’s thinking. She tugs me down so she can kiss me.

And I let her.

“Mmm,” I moan, sliding my tongue between her lips. “Now, what is that for?”

“That’s to say thank you for taking me here,” she says.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Angel replies.

“I know. But you deserved a thank you. But this one here is just because I can,” she says, tugging me closer.

Giselle kisses me again. But harder this time.

And my response is instant.

I part my lips, snaking my tongue inside her hot little mouth. She wrestles with me for control, but I don’t relinquish it. Not this time.

I have one hand caught in her wild mane of hair and the other around her throat, tilting her head back so I can kiss her deeper.

“If you’re looking to get fucked in the woods over there, keep kissing me like that, Koukla.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE-GISELLE

Angel’s promise echoes in my head right before he nips my bottom lip between his teeth. My eyes widen, and his resounding growl tells me he knows why.

It’s like he already knows my panties are completely ruined. Soaked through because of his filthy words.

I know I shouldn’t like it when he says things like that, but my heart beats double-time and wetness floods between my legs.

“Fuck. Come here,” he growls, and pulls me with him.

Excitement sends lightning bolts of awareness shooting through my spine. I’ve never had sex outdoors.

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