Page 69 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Over his shoulder, he glimpsed the last of Galent’s hair turning into stone. Pinks whimpered. He wasn’t ready to stop—at least Galent’s cock was rock-hard inside him. He sank himself down Galent’s length, panting as he tried to find the right angle so Galent would hit his prostate. Pinks came again, Galent especially hard inside him, unyielding and still utterly hot.

Pinks milked Galent with his body, over and over until he thought he might come again.

Except Galent suddenly pushed him down against the bed, and fucked in so hard that Pinks’ eyes rolled back, and he came with a scream.

“Fuck,” Galent panted. “Watching you fuck yourself on my cock. So desperate for me, Sweety-Pinks.” He clapped their hips together, all the way through Pinks’ orgasm until Pinks came again, writhing helplessly as he took his alpha’s cock.

“Please, please,” Pinks panted.

“Mine,” Galent whispered in his ear. He pounded deep into Pinks, his cock growing thicker.

Except he frozeagain.Pinks wanted to shred something.

It wasn’t as good when he fucked himself on Galent’s cock. Pinks worked himself through his next release, then squirmed out from underneath his alpha, biting his lip when Galent’s cock left his body with a soft pop.

He crawled behind his alpha and started patting him from the waist down—everywhere he hadn’t managed to reach the last time, but that he now could because Galent was completely naked.

He patted his way up Galent’s bare thighs and squeezed his heavy balls. He studied Galent’s ass, wondering where he should try prodding first.

In the end, Pinks brushed his thumb against the spot just behind Galent’s balls—

And a familiar heartbeat began to thump. Before his very eyes, Galent regained color, turning warm and alive again.

Galent thrust against the bed, then looked around immediately, finding Pinks. He frowned. “Again?”

“Yeah, again. I found your spot,” Pinks blurted. “I think. It’s right behind your balls.”

Galent’s eyebrows shot up. He squeezed his balls and rubbed the spot Pinks had touched, but it had no impact on him now. “Huh. Damn it. That’s gonna be hard to reach when we actually need it.”

Pinks sighed grumpily. “Yeah. It’s the most inconvenient spot ever. Unless you walk around naked, I guess.”

“We’ll worry about that later.” Galent grabbed Pinks under the arms, flipped him back onto all fours, and slammed back inside his ass.

Pinks howled, scrabbling at the bed. “Did—Did anyone tell you—Fuck! There, there, please! Fuck!” He moaned, shoving his hips up so Galent could pound in deeper. “Oh, f-fuck!”

“Tell me what, Sweety-Pinks?” Galent bit lightly on his neck, like a claim. Pinks came all over the bed.

“Did—Tell—” Pinks panted, trying to catch his breath. He raised his hips again. Except Galent fucked him back down, so roughly that the headboard slammed against the wall, and Pinks’ entire body sang. “Tell—Tell... Oh, gods!”

“It’s as though I know where your secret spot is,” Galent purred. He nailed Pinks’ prostate over and over, until Pinks was a shaking, incoherent mess. “I’m going to knock you up again. Fill you with so much cum, it floods every part of you and makes youmine.”

It made Galent hot, too; Galent’s strokes grew faster, harder. He pinned Pinks and drove in roughly, until he roared and warmth surged through Pinks, his knot swelling and locking them together.

“Yeah. Take my cum, Sweety-Pinks. Take every last drop. I want it inside your womb, laying my claim there.”

Pinks buried his face in the sheets, flushing all over. “Gods, you have a filthy mouth.”

“You come so hard when I tell you these things,” Galent whispered, his fingers kneading Pinks’ hips. Then he began to roll his hips, and Pinks almost blacked out.

“Fuck!”

“What were you going to ask me?” Galent kissed his neck. “You said, ‘Did anyone tell you,’ and you stopped.”

“You f-fucked it out of me.” Pinks clung onto the sheets, trying to keep his claws in when Galent rubbed his knot against Pinks’ prostate. Galent’s sheets were so nice. So soft and silky. Pinks didn’t want to rip holes in them. “You’re gonna make me shred your sheets,” he moaned when Galent pushed down against his prostate, and stopped moving.

“Really?” Galent wrapped his large hands around Pinks’, holding his fingers off the bed. Then he thrust in again, shallowly. Pinks struggled to fight his bodily reactions. “Let go, Sweety-Pinks. Let your claws out.”

“But I don’t wanna—Your sheets—”

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