Page 15 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Pinks grew so wet, his ass ached. “J-just for a massage,” he grumbled. “That I’m only allowing because it’s free.”

“Sure.” Galent stood, offering Pinks a hand to help him off the bed.

Pinks only realized his mistake when he’d gotten to his feet. He wasn’t wearing pants. That meant his briefs were the only thing between his cock and Galent, and it was straining obviously against the thin fabric, a shameful dark spot at its tip.

Galent rumbled, his mouth curving into a hungry smile. “Oh?”

Pinks’ cock grew hotter under Galent’s attention. He shoved it down, hiding it with his hands. “It’s just a—a banana that got into my pants.”

“There’s something wrong with your banana. It shouldn’t be wet.” Galent smirked. “Would you like me to peel it?”

“No!” Pinks clapped his hands over his mouth, but Zarrie didn’t stir.

Galent stepped closer. He slipped his finger under the leg band of Pinks’ briefs, lifting it away from Pinks’ body so cool air surrounded his cock.

Pinks watched in horror as his precum squirted onto Galent’s finger, a single clear drop trickling down his skin.That just came from inside me!

Galent’s eyes darkened; he groaned deeply. And he brought his finger to his mouth, licking off Pinks’ precum.

Pinks all but ran out of the room, his cock throbbing.

“Where are you going?” Galent paused in front of the guestroom doorway.

Pinks stopped, turning around. There was a large bed just behind Galent, and it looked soft and welcoming. “I’m... going to take care of something.”

Galent glanced at Pinks’ cock. “I’ll give you an hour-long full body massage. For free. It’s worth a couple hundred bucks, at least.”

Damn it.Pinks scowled, looking at the bed again. “You promise to make it an hour?”

“Two hours, if you’d rather have that.”

Pinks swallowed. “Fine.”

He stalked into Galent’s bedroom and climbed onto his bed. Galent’s breath hitched. When Pinks looked over his shoulder, he found the giant staring at his hips—because Pinks was on all fours, in his briefs, and his clothes hidnothing.

Pinks yelped, shoving his hands over his ass. His underwear was soaked through with slick.

Except this dropped his shoulders to the bed, leaving his ass up in the air.

“Fuck.” Galent’s voice turned husky. His breathing deepened, and he shoved his palm against his straining bulge.

Pinks almost asked for his cock. Almost. He kept his mouth shut, straightening his body so his cock was now hidden against the bed, his ass no longer on display. “You said you were going to touch me. I-I mean, massage me!”

“I’ll massage you wherever you want, however you want,” Galent growled, closing the distance between them. “If you want it hard, I’ll give it to you hard. And so, so fucking deep.”

Pinks shoved his face against the mattress and tried to breathe. His hole felt so empty, and his cock hurt.

The mattress indented on both sides of his hips. When he peeked over his shoulder, he found Galent straddling him, one muscular thigh on either side of him, his bulge shoving thick and hungry against the front of his pants.

Gods, he was big. Pinks whimpered.

Instead of grabbing Pinks’ ass, Galent cupped Pinks’ waist and stroked his hands up and down Pinks’ sides. He worked slow circles down Pinks’ back, all the way to the top of his ass, then grasped Pinks’ arms and kneaded all the muscles there. Galent rubbed each of Pinks’ fingers thoroughly, until every single muscle felt loose and pliant. “There we go.”

“What?”

“Do you feel good?”

Pinks did, actually. A lot better than he thought he would.

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