Page 24 of Even Angels fall
I don’t know many women who would choose to shave their head without a very good reason. Not that she isn’t beautiful without hair, she definitely is.
It doesn’t reduce her beauty, not even a bit.
Those dark blue eyes that look like they could swallow me all.
Those rosy cheeks that make her look like she’s blushing all the time.
And those damn plush lips that make me think that she could swallow something whole.
I don’t realize the path my hand has taken until I’m cupping my cock through my pants.
Those damn tits that stretched the fabric of her shirt when she crossed her arm earlier on the roof.
I pop the buttons of my pants open and slip my hand inside my boxers.
And that damn ass that looked so firm and biteable.
I grab my cock and squeeze.
I want to bask in her smell and cover her in mine.
I move my hand up and down and twist.
I want to feel how I’m going to stretch her so well.
I want her taste on my tongue.
I want to feel her come around my cock.
I accelerate the pace…
And my door opens wide.
Fuck.
“Ready or not, I’m coming,” Brice says from behind the door.
For fuck’s sake.
“Could have waited until I did,” I grumble to myself.
I know the bastard will hear it, and that’s the point.
“Put your pants back on, you dirty exhibitionist,” Brice adds as he pokes his head inside the office.
“What was so urgent that you had to barge in?” I ask curtly.
I know I’m an asshole, but I was seconds away from coming and that idiot came at just the right time to give me the worst case of blue balls.
“TheLibérationis here,” he says as he sobers up a bit.
Well, shit. Back to business.
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Angélique
The shower isn’t in fact a shower. It’s a huge bathtub that looks right out of capsule time. It’s about twenty centimeters above the ground, on legs that look like feline paws, and can probably fit two to three people.
