Page 33 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

She murmured something inaudible, and I wondered if she was agreeing. She had to be.

I didn’t have to look at her to know she was close. Her breathing had become harder, more uneven, louder, and she’d started to grip the door so hard the knuckles on that hand were white. Her hips rocked along with my hand as her inner core clenched around my two fingers.

“That’s it,” I coaxed her. “I know you can do it, Angel. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers. I want you to lose it.” In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever wanted something so badly in my entire life.

“I can’t,” she muttered.

“You can.”

“I—”Whatever else she might’ve said must’ve died in her throat, because right then Angel threw her head back and let out a glorious, pleasure-filled cry. Her pussy clamped around my fingers, her muscles spasming as the orgasm swept through her.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever listened to. I wished we were both naked and in my room, so I could’ve witnessed the entire thing for myself. But, had to work with what I had, and right now I had Angel in a fever pitch with a raging hard cock between my legs.

“You’re absolutely beautiful when you come,” I whispered, slow to take my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her clit, where I gently massaged that swollen nub of nerves. I didn’t want those feelings in her to dissipate; they had to keep growing, keep going, until we got back to the Redborne.

“Shut up,” she managed to say, but, I noticed, she didn’t tell me to stop.

“Feisty.”

The Redborne came into view, and I pulled us around the block, to the lower-level parking. No valet this time. I didn’t want us to head upstairs just yet. I pulled into my designated spot, parking my car and turning her off—only then did I remove my hand from between Angel’s thighs.

I ran my other hand over my pants, where my bulging cock sat, wanting attention. “Want to put that feisty mouth to good use? I sure could use it.”

Angel still breathed hard, her face flushed. Her blue eyes dropped to where my hand was, taking in the bulge. I didn’t need to elaborate any further; she knew exactly what I meant, because she whispered, “I’ve never—”

“Obviously,” I said. “It’s not hard. I’ll walk you through it.” Was this why I wanted to keep her worked up during the whole ride home? Maybe. I’d been dying to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock for the longest time.

Ever since I found out how soft they were, really.

When she didn’t say anything, I unzipped and pulled my length out. It stood straight, rock-hard and dripping precum. It’d been too long since it’d been buried between the legs of a girl, too fucking long. A hand could only do so much.

A respectable eight-ish inches when it was hard—yes, I’d measured it—was nothing to be shrugged off. Perhaps not as monstrously large as Deacon’s dick, but not all of us could be swinging around an anaconda between our legs.

Angel swallowed, unable to take her eyes off it. This was the first time she was seeing it, a memorable occasion indeed. “Are you… sure you want me to? What if I’m terrible at it?”

“Then we will practice together, you and I,” I told her as I ran a fist along its length, drawing out a low moan from my own throat. “It’s a skill, love. You can always improve your skills with practice. That’s the lovely thing about them.”

“How do I…”

“Just bend over.” The center console didn’t have any obstructions; she’d be able to lean over to me and take me in her mouth without much effort. “Bend over, open your mouth, and take me in, Angel.”

“And then what?”

“Then keep your mouth open and bob up and down along my length. You could use a hand with your mouth, if you wanted—or not. It’s up to you. Just… be careful of those teeth, okay? Don’t bite my dick off. And don’t take in more than you can handle. We’ll work on your deep-throating later.”

She looked like she was overthinking things, as she always seemed to do, so I reached for her face and ran my fingers along her jaw—the same fingers that had been inside her not too long ago. Fortunately for her, the wetness on them had already dried.

“It’ll be okay,” I told her. “Just do it. I’ll be your teacher. Even if you’re horrible, you can only get better.”

The look she gave me then told me my words might not have had the effect I wanted. Oops. But she did as I’d told her, lowering herself as she leaned across the center console. The car was off, so she didn’t have to worry about knocking anything. Technically, we were in a parking garage, so anybody could walk by us, but from a quick, precursory glance around, we might as well have been in private.

I watched her white hair fall around her face as she leaned over my cock. Coming at it from the side, it mightnot have been the perfect angle, but I didn’t care. I needed that mouth. I needed something.

Her. I needed her.

Angel parted her lips, her head sinking down on my length with an achingly slow pace that made my balls clench. The moment I felt her warm mouth surround the tip of my cock, I threw my head back and moaned.

Fuck. I missed this. I missed fucking and having a girl between my legs. I missed all the soft wonders their bodies contained, every single hole on their bodies that were made to take cocks. I’d held myself back for Angel, and now the sexual beast inside was ready to come out and play… and that beast was insatiable.

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