Page 95 of Pitiful Lies

I bounce, but I don’t have time to do more than grab onto the comforter for some semblance of stability. He bends down to kiss me, just as ferociously as he ate me, and fuck, the taste of my pleasure on his tongue is more than I can handle.

My heart is hammering inside my chest. Too soon, he breaks the kiss and Angel grabs my ankles. He stands up at the foot of the bed and drags me to the edge, so my ass is almost sliding off the mattress.

I’d likely fall to the floor if he wasn’t blocking the way. But he won’t let me fall.

I know he won’t.

He puts both my legs on either shoulder as he grabs his dick and lines it up with my slick slit.

I know I haven’t really asked him any of the relationship questions I should have asked. I know this is reckless, and a little careless.

But I also know no one makes me feel the way Angel does. So, when he rams that thick cock between my legs and fills me up so I don’t know where I end and he begins, all I can do is take it. And take it.

We both groan when he bottoms out, and fuck, this feels good. He feels good.

“Goddamn. You’re always soaked for me,” he murmurs and drags his cock in and out of my channel at a punishingly slow pace.

“Angel. Please,” I beg.

I am too far gone to care about the state of feminism or how I reek of desperation when he’s plowing into me. I can’t give attention or credence to anything other than how he feels inside me.

And he feels fucking fabulous when he’s inside me.

“You take me so good, Little Doll.”

His movements increase, his dick hitting home with every slide. But he doesn’t stop there. Angel reaches between us, he circles my clit with his big, callused thumb.

“Oh, God!”

“Not God. Angel. Say it. Say my fucking name.”

“Angel,” I moan.

He moves faster. His thrusts are harder. His thumb is still working me over. My pussy squeezes. I feel it happening. Then I scream because he’s making me come so hard.

“ANGEL!”

“Fucking yes, Koukla. Come all over my cock. Show me who you belong to,” he growls, dropping forward to cage me in.

He lifts a knee and pushes his way onto the bed, moving me up the mattress with his freakishly powerful muscles. He swivels his hips, grinding himself against me.

It’s so good. It’s all so damn good.

Angel wraps his big hand around my throat. His icy eyes are locked on mine. And his dick never stops moving inside me.

“One more. Gimme one more,” he commands.

My mouth drops open in a silent scream as what was one orgasm becomes two.

I’m vaguely aware of Angel’s movements getting staggered and sloppy, right before he arches his back and spills himself into me.

“Mine. You’re all fucking mine,” he growls, collapsing on top of me with his mouth against my neck.

I don’t know how long we stay like that. But it’s perfect. I simply wrap my arms around his massive body, loving the feel of his weight.

I close my eyes and breathe him in because he is right.

Yes, I am his.

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