Page 35 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

Angel’s body hovered over my cock; she didn’t sink down onto it, not right away. Her face hovered near mine, and I ran my tongue along my lower lip. “You’re going to have to go down, baby. You’re going to have to do most ofthe work as you take me in. Don’t worry. I’ll help out.” I brought my lips to hers and kissed her once before placing my hands on her hips and forcing her body to lower.

My cock needed no help in finding her core. She was still quite slick, and that natural lubrication helped guide my cock to its destination. As she sank down on me, her chest heaved with a moan, but I was too busy reveling in how fucking spectacular her pussy felt wrapped around my length.

Fuck. It’d been so long, and it felt so damned good. Maybe the fact that it had been too long helped intensify the pleasure rolling through me as I became accustomed to the way her pussy took me in, or maybe it had more to do with the girl herself.

Angel. I was inside Angel right now. Fuck, I’d wanted this for so damned long.

“Oh, fuck me,” I murmured as I ran my hands up her sides. “You feel so good, Angel. So fucking good I could go insane right here.” Her core took as much of me in as it could, so tight and wet and warm, and when I told her how good she felt, that core tightened—as if she liked the praise.

Hmm. If she liked praise, I could definitely give her more. I’d never been agood girltype of guy, but for Angel, I’d be anything she wanted me to be.

I set my hands on her thighs, starting to guide her movements as I showed her how to rock on my dick. And all the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was fucking gorgeous. I knew I’d said that before, and I’d meant it everysingle time, but this time it was incomparable. She was a fucking goddess, and I was a man not worthy to worship at her feet.

An angel. She really was a goddamned angel.

Angel must’ve been high on the feeling of my cock inside her, because she gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, her lips parted, the desire painted on her face. Once she understood how to move, what sort of movements brought pleasure to us both, she didn’t need me to guide her; she was able to take it up on her own.

“That’s right,” I whispered, taking on the tone I used on stage—the one I knew girls went crazy for, “just like that. You’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Angel? Such a beautiful, sexy, fast learner.” My hands found her tits, and I began to massage them, tweaking the pebbled nipples and drawing out a shudder of a moan from her slender throat. “Look at you, so fucking hot. I swear, I could fuck you all day. Do I feel good inside you?”

Talking during sex wasn’t my thing, but if Angel liked it, I’d gladly put in the effort to do it more. Whatever got her worked up and that cunt dripping wet for me.

Her movements were slow at first, but I didn’t mind, because the longer she went slow, the longer I’d last, and right now, I couldn’t imagine coming inside her—because then the moment would be over and we’d be forced to head upstairs, to the others.

Granted, those panties of hers would be sticky with my cum, but still.

“How do I feel?” I asked her as I brought my hands up to her face, cupping her cheeks and holding her head steady as she bounced on top of me.

“Good” was all she could say, breathless to the extreme.

“Good,” I echoed, bending my head to rest it against hers. The height difference was usually too much, but with her on my lap, it made things a bit more manageable. “You’re doing so great, Angel. You’re taking my cock so well.” Again, her inner core tightened around my length, and it drew out a low moan from me.

Fuck, how was I supposed to last longer than a minute inside this girl? It felt too good. There’d been too much buildup. I was finally inside the girl I fucking loved, and I couldn’t get enough.

If sex had been on my brain constantly before, it’d be even worse now. Now that I knew how amazing she felt, how was I ever supposed to think of anything else again?

My arms wrapped around her body, and my hips moved under her. Not much given the position we were in, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to bend this girl over and fuck her hard, but all I could do was hold onto her and let her set the pace—and even though the pace was achingly slow, she drew out the pleasure from me all the same.

I was going to explode. The countdown had begun. My balls tightened, heaving with the need to release a full load inside this girl. My arms around her stiffened, and I jerked her body down onto my cock.

I didn’t warn her about what was coming; I couldn’t. Words escaped me.

My chest thundered with a groan, my whole body spasming as my cock pulsed inside her. Cum shot out of me, filling her pussy up, coating her inner walls with every last drop. And was it a lot of cum—let’s just say the last hour had been a long-ass session of foreplay.

My body jerked against hers, though the position we were in limited our movements. Once the orgasm had faded inside, once I could speak again without sounding incoherent, I told her, “God, I never want to pull out of you, Angel. Do you think we’d get weird looks if we walked in like this?”

She breathed hard, but even so, she chuckled. It was a weird feeling, since my cock was still buried deep in her. “If we walked in like this? Me completely naked and you half naked, still inside me? I think weird looks wouldn’t be the half of it. Police would get called.”

“Oh, well, they’re no fun,” I told her, smiling as she leaned away from me, allowing me to see just how flushed her white skin was. I let my gaze dip low to her tits, then lower past her stomach, to the start of the slit between her legs, where my cock was still buried. “Now, you better get off of me and put on those panties as quickly as you can.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I smirked as I tucked some of her hair behind an ear, “I want my cum wetting those panties as wewalk through the Redborne. When we see the others, I want you to still be thinking of me and what we did here.”

If she was flushed before, she was even more so after that.

Oh, Angel. You really are so quick to blush. It’s kind of adorable.

“You’re,” she paused, apparently still trying to find her voice, “you’re gross.”

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