Page 34 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

I set a hand on the back of her head. Normally I liked to guide the pace, but since this was her first time, I’d let her set the pace. If she wanted to go slow, then so be it.

“That’s good,” I praised her as her mouth took more of me in. Two inches, maybe, all she could take without gagging. “No more than you’re comfortable with. Focus on the tip when you suck me like your favorite piece of candy.”

Her hand wrapped around my cock just below her mouth like an extension of sorts, and I shuddered at the sudden feel of her small hand curling around it. When she did her first bob, she dutifully sucked my tip just like I’d told her to—and, fuck, did it feel amazing.

“You’re doing such a good job, Angel,” I spoke, running my hand through her hair as she started to take more of me in again. She worked me slowly, and I let her goat me like that a few times before telling her, “You can vary your pace, if you want. Just don’t stop.”

If she stopped, I think I’d go crazy. I wouldn’t force her head to stay down, but goddamn it, it’d be rough on me. I’d have the worst case of blue balls this century.

I’ll be honest: logistically, it wasn’t the best head I’d gotten in my life, but I think the mere fact that it was Angel doing it made it feel like I was in heaven. I was here with Angel, and granted we weren’t in the best place for any sort of sexual activity, but being here with her was enough to make me lose it.

Anything with Angel automatically meant amazing. It wasAngel. It was the girl that made me want to change. How could it not be amazing?

I leaned my head back, no longer watching as her white-haired head bobbed along my length, and I shut my eyes. I lost track of time, probably because it didn’t matter. All I could focus on was how warm her mouth was and how supple and soft those lips felt as they moved along my cock.

The only thing that would make this moment between us better was if we were in my bedroom, on my bed, clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor. We’d have more room to play, more room to use, which meant more positions we could try. I had to hand it to her; this wasn’t the easiest position to be in for her first time giving head.

I let my mind wander off as my fingers tightened on the back of her head. The only thing I wanted more than this was the rest of her body. Her delicious, achingly wet pussy.How badly I wanted to throw her legs over my shoulder, bend her into a pretzel, and fuck her into oblivion.

My cock strained at the thought, and I let out a deep-throated moan. In all my life, I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone so much, so badly, to the point where I stopped seeing other girls.

Stopped seeing them, stopped thinking about them, stopped wanting to be with them… all because a single girl had taken up residence inside my head and my heart and demanded their full use.

Angel had no idea how much she’d changed me, and in such a short time, too. I never thought I’d see the day when I was a one-woman man, but something about this girl just brought it out of me.

Thinking about her, combined with the memory of how wet her pussy had been, made my willpower dwindle. I could tell she’d gotten more used to having a cock in her mouth based on her movements; they weren’t so rigid anymore, more fluid and confident, but I decided right then I wanted something else.

I gently pulled her head off my cock as I whispered, “You did great, love, but I need to feel another part of you wrapped around my dick.” My cock twitched. “Take off your pants, Angel.”

Her mouth was a little red and puffy, her expression undone. Her white hair was messy after bending over to put my cock in her mouth, but the unkempt look made her evenmore beautiful. “My pants?” she echoed faintly, sounding unsure.

I nodded once. “Your pants.” I didn’t even care that we could press pause on this, head upstairs, and resume once we were alone in my bedroom, a more private place. No. I needed her right here, right now.

“How—”

“Just take off your pants,” I told her. “It’ll work, trust me.” Of course, those words were out of me before I thought better of them; what if she asked me how I knew it’d work? The last thing I wanted to do was think about the other girls I’d been with before her.

Sex was… well, it had been nothing more than a handshake for me for the longest time. It was fun, never any strings attached, and when you looked like me and had my swagger and my confidence, it was all too easy to find a new partner, wherever I went.

But that was the old Priest. The new Priest only had eyes for the girl questioningly staring at me.

I gave Angel a smirk. “Just take ‘em off and climb onto my lap.” She’d fit perfectly between me and the steering wheel. I’d feel her core clamping down on me for the first time in my car, but I wouldn’t complain about that.

Angel wasn’t quick about it. Her button and zipper were already undone, so she didn’t have to worry about that, but she didn’t rush. She shimmied a little, lifting her cute ass off the seat so she could tug down her pants and panties in one fell swoop. Or one fell tug. Whatever.

Once her pants and panties were on the floor of the car, she started to move for me, but I stopped her by saying, “Shirt, too.”

“What?” That got her breathless. Or maybe having my cock in that mouth had made her breathless, and I was just now realizing it. “But—”

“No one’s around,” I said. “So you might as well take it all off, right?”

“I don’t see you getting naked,” she pointed out.

“That is true, but you’re much smaller than me, so you can get dressed a lot easier than I could—and undressed, too.” I leaned my head back and watched her with a grin on my face. “So take it all off, Angel. Don’t worry, if anyone walks by, I’ll make sure they don’t see anything important.”

Either Angel needed me as desperately as I needed her or she accepted that explanation, because the next thing I knew, she was slipping off her shirt and unhooking her bra, dropping them to the seat she soon abandoned.

The parking garage’s light wasn’t too great, but it was more than enough for me to see just how gorgeous that naked body was. I grabbed her and helped her over the center console, turning her body to face mine. She knelt over my lap, one leg on either side of me—a little cramped, but not bad.

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