Page 94 of Pitiful Lies

I stop dancing and take her arm, dragging her towards the door.

“Where are we going?” she asks breathlessly.

I look back at her and see her grinning, and I know she’s excited. I can fucking feel it throbbing in her veins.

“Remember that promise I made you before?” I ask, and her cheeks turn pink.

“Yes, Angel. I remember.”

Goddamn.

I have to stop to adjust my dick. Giselle whimpers, and fuck, I feel my cock get even harder.

“Angel,” she whispers, and I feel her need inside the dulcet tones.

It dances across my skin, snaking up my spine until it wraps around me like a vise.

I love it when my Koukla says my name.

But tonight, I’m not stopping until she screams it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE-GISELLE

The hotel room is dark when we get there, and Angel doesn’t bother with lights. He walks me backwards until I feel the wall behind me and presses his big body up against mine.

“Turn around, Koukla,” he commands.

And I listen. I can’t help it. I want to obey him.

I feel Angel’s callused fingers on my back as he works the zipper down, dragging the beautiful confection off my shoulders as he works.

Anticipation dances over me, making me shiver and ache. The gown falls to the floor, and I am left standing in nothing but my heels and sheer panties. It had a built in bra, so I didn’t have to wear one underneath.

A fact I am grateful for as Angel cups my bare breasts from behind before coasting his palms over my belly, waist, and ass.

“So fucking sexy,” he growls right before I feel his mouth on me.

He bites my neck, then laps at the abused skin with his tongue. I gasp when I feel him drop to his knees, pulling on my hips so I am leaning against the wall, my ass thrust out.

“That’s it, Little Doll. Gimme what’s mine,” he grunts before pulling my panties off.

“Open,” he commands, and I spread my feet apart wider, worried my arousal is now dripping down my thighs.

Angel is so close to where I want him, but his fingertips just keep teasing my inner thighs and calves. Never quite getting to where I want him.

Frustration makes me whimper, and I hear his deep chuckle.

“Easy, Koukla. I got you,” he growls, then pushes his face between my cheeks.

I can’t help myself, I moan when his tongue snakes across me from my soaked entrance to my asshole.

He eats me with vigor, and I can't do anything but hold on to the wall and let him.

“I love it when you come on my tongue,” he growls as he stands up, taking me with him.

Somehow, he’s managed to hoist both my legs on top of his shoulders, and now he is carrying me, holding to him with his large hands on my ass.

“Now I wanna feel that pussy flutter around my dick,” he grunts as he drops me onto the bed.

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