Page 75 of Pitiful Lies

I mean when would someone like me have that kind of opportunity?

Hell.

I’ve never even been interested. Never so moved by pure lusty desire that I’ve ever even been intrigued by the prospect of fucking outside.

Until now.

My pussy clenches. Angel glances at me, his gaze zooming in on my hard as nails nipples and I know he can see them through my thin top.

He licks his lips, and now my pussy is aching. I am desperate to have him there.

Inside of me.

I imagine him pushing that big, thick cock of his into me and I moan.

Angel looks over his shoulder at me, and his icy eyes are blazing with heat. You know what I mean.

Like blue fire.

I’m mesmerized by him.

All that worry and precaution I thought I was taking with him this time has all been nothing but hot air. I know Angel holds all the cards, but I don’t care.

It doesn’t even slow me down. I want him so badly, I’m throwing caution to the wind.

His legs are long, and I am practically racing to keep up with him. I think we’re heading towards the big space where we parked the car, but instead of going towards the gravel lot, he guides me right into the woods.

The sun is setting, and there is just enough light for me to make out his glittery stare.

Angel cups my head and kisses me. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck while he bends, lifting me by my ass.

“Oh God,” I whimper as he presses my back against a huge tree.

The hand on the back of my head is stopping me from leaning against the rough bark.

Such a protector.

He takes care of me all the time. No one has ever really done that. And it makes me feel so damn special.

Like I am important to him.

“Hold on,” he instructs, his long tongue licking into my mouth.

I feel him working the zipper of his jeans, jostling us both as he frees his dick and rucks my skirt up around my waist.

He pulls my panties to the side and then, suddenly, he’s right there.

No pretense.

No warmup.

No foreplay.

In his defense, though, this entire date has been like foreplay. And Angel knows it.

He growls as he kisses me, his big chest vibrating against mine. Then he just flexes his hips, and I-I love it.

“Angel,” I moan as his big dick pushes into me.

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