Page 139 of Beautifully Reckless

Placing my beer down, I start shucking off my cut, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

“I know youhatethat word, Angel, but let me ask you something.” I step closer, watching her head tip back to keep her eyes locked with mine. “When I say it, does it sound as crude as the times you heard it from those dead fucking men walking?”

For a long moment, she simply watches me, her gaze falling to where I unbutton my shirt, her grip tight on the bottle of water in her hands.

“Answer me, Angel,” I demand, and this time her gaze flicks back to mine.

“I’m… not sure.” Her voice is soft, but not so scared now. “Say it again.”

Fuck. There she is. My curious Angel.

“I want you to hitch up that dress, part those thighs, and show me your sweet, pinkcunt.”

Her lips part as a breath whooshes from her, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Shifting on the couch, she slowly placesthe bottle of water on the floor, watching as I continue to tease her, peeling off my shirt.

Gathering the satin fabric of her dress, she slowly lifts it, finally revealing her bare pussy.

My cock jerks at the sight of her naked flesh, reminding me that I never gave her panties back earlier, and as I pop the button on my pants, she shifts her legs wider to open herself up to me.

“Fuck, Angel. You can be such a good girl when you want to be.”

Her cheeks are glowing, but she doesn’t stop, leaning back into the cushions to make sure I can see every single inch of her glistening cunt.

“You’re soaked. Again,” I rasp, toeing off my boots and kicking them to the side. “Are you aching, Angel? Do you need me to touch you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers with so much need that I have to fight the fucking urge to lunge at her.

“Do you want me to touch you with my fingers?” I ask, holding my hand up and wiggling my digits. “Or perhaps my tongue?” I slide it out, licking my lips and noticing how her dainty hands grip her thighs tightly. “Or perhaps, you want me to use this?”

Easing my fly down, I reach into my boxers and free my rock hard cock, giving it a pump for good measure.

Her lips part, her fingers dig into her thighs, right before she snaps her legs closed.

Shit.

This might be harder than I thought… but I’m not one to back down from a challenge though.

Stepping forward, I watchhow she stiffens, but she doesn’t retreat, so I pump my cock again a few times, keeping her attention on it as I close in.

“You can touch it if you like. You didn’t mind having it in your hands back at the Western.”

She bites her lip, and I know exactly what’s running through her head.

She’s remembering the night I woke up to her touching me. Exploring my body with her fingers, letting her curiosity control her.

“Did you like feeling my cock in your hands, Angel?”

She nods absentmindedly, and I notice her legs easing apart again, like the idea of my cock is no longer so terrifying.

“Touch me,” I demand, hoping I’m not pushing her too quickly, but then she obeys, reaching out to gently grip my cock, and I let my hand fall away, giving her all the control.

“Fuuuck, Angel. I love feeling your hand around me.”

Her big doe eyes dart up to mine as she shifts forward on the sofa, her dainty hand slowly pumping me, sliding up and down my shaft, over and over.

A drop of precum beads on my tip, so I decide to push her a little further.

“Lick it.”

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