Page 82 of Pitiful Lies

“Sounds perfect.”

We make our simple dinner side by side and Angel puts together a tomato and cucumber salad with veggies from Luc’s garden to go with it.

To say I am shocked that Luc has a garden is an understatement, but the salad tastes wonderful, so I keep those thoughts to myself.

“I’ll take care of the dishes. Why don’t you take a bath and relax?”

A bath does sound amazing, so I don’t fight him on that. I just go.

My eyes are closed, and I’m leaning back in the enormous tub when I hear the door open.

Angel is standing there, and he’s staring at me like I am the best thing he’s ever seen. The water is clear.

I didn’t use any bubbles or anything, and the lights are on, so I know he can see everything. Typically, I’d be covering up or yelling if anyone walked in on me naked. But with him, I don’t feel self-conscious.

All I feel is anticipation. And I am right to feel that because Angel is coming closer.

He’s taking off his clothes as he walks, and it’s like my own private male revue.

I sit up, and my chest is rising and falling with the increased pace of my breathing.

Holy shit.

He is so beautiful.

“Beautiful? I think that might be a new one,” he says and grins, shucking off his pants.

The black boxer briefs can barely contain his hard cock, and I lick my lips.

Angel’s physique is beyond impressive. He’s six and a half feet tall, but even without all that extra height, there is the fact he has more muscles than any man I’ve ever seen in person.

His entire body is covered in ink, except for his chest. The thick, scrolling artwork is expertly done. So sexy. I never know what to look at first.

Next, he’s bending down, his eyes on my tits as he removes his boxers.

Holy. Fuck.

His dick is thick and long and there’s a drop of precum forming at the tip of his mushroomed head.

I know what I want. But I’ve never done this with him before. And I don’t know how to tell him.

“See something you like, Little Doll?”

I nod and Angel fists his cock. He walks to the edge of the tub, and I am already on my knees, practically drooling for him.

“Fuck, Koukla. Are you sure? You want to give me your mouth?”

“Yes, oh yes, I am sure,” I say.

Then I close my hand over his, and I tug him forward by his dick.

I place my lips around him, and I moan as I finally get a taste of my Viper.

“Fuck. Your mouth is so hot, Sisi. You feel so fucking good.”

I take him deep as I can and tears sting my eyes as I gag. He is so big, I can’t help it.

I look up, expecting him to be upset or something, but he’s not. He looks, damn, he looks like he is holding on by a thread.

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