Page 77 of Pitiful Lies

Me.

The present.

My orgasm is building, and building until it crashes into me, washing out every other sensation. I bite down on his neck, trying to muffle my moan.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

Angel is wrecking me. He is destroying me for anyone else.

The way he’s been courting me.

The way he touches me.

How he makes me feel.

He’s becoming everything to me. And it’s not enough. I still want more.

I shouldn’t trust him. I shouldn’t want him so badly.

But I do.

God help me, I really do.

His huge cock strokes inside me again, curving just right so he’s hitting my G-spot, and my orgasm doubles.

My orgasm drags on. He feels so damn good. It’s all too much.

Clinging to him, I know I can’t keep quiet.

He knows it, and he presses down on the back of my head, fitting me firmly to his neck, and I bite harder.

I worry I’ll hurt him, but this is Angel. He likes it rough, and he rewards me by grinding against my needy throbbing clit.

Angel’s moves become jerky as he follows me right over the edge.

“That’s it. That is fucking it. Suck the cum right from my body,” he growls, and I feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot seed.

There’s so much of it. It’s dripping down my thighs.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking good at taking me, Little Doll. So perfect,” he says, and his breathing is rough.

Angel pulls out, reaching between us, he scoops some of the mess from between my legs with his big hand, and he shakes it onto the forest floor.

Then his hand is back, and he’s fixing my panties, petting my pussy when he is done. And I shouldn’t like that. It’s absurd.

But I do like it.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Angel smiles, and he kisses me sweetly. Another reward for a job well done.

I melt into him, sighing when he allows me to slide down his body.

He keeps me steady with his big arms wrapped around me, and I’m grateful. I need a moment before I can stand on my own.

“You good?”

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