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As he says the words, his wandering hand cups my pussy through my panties.
I gasp and buckle toward him. “You’re off to a good start.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling around my nipple, sending a wave of pulsing pleasure through me. It’s not just a jolt, but goes on and on.
I cry out. “Oh my God.”
I shake my head. “I’ve never…” I swallow hard as the pulse lessens. “I’ve never come from… that.”
“Well, we’re just getting started.”
I open my eyes to watch as he drops to the ground. Gripping my thighs he spread them wider, tugging my panties down in one swift motion.
Then his tongue, his lips, are on me again. And he waists no time sending me over another cliff of pleasure. This one has the intensity to make me scream.
I lean back against the shelf, gasping for breath. I open my eyes again to watch as he stands. His stare is fixed on me. Intense. Unblinking.
Dressed now in only his pants, he reaches into the back pocket and retrieves his wallet. I reach for it and remove a small foil packet.
Sitting up, I toss the wallet to the side and reach for him, grabbing him by the belt loops.
“Now.” I flip the top button open and lower the zipper. “Now, I want to feel you inside of me.”
He nods. He opens his mouth, but whatever he says dies on his lips as my hand finds his thick, hard cock. I can’t resist pumping the shaft once. Twice.
He hisses and glares at me. “I thought I was the devil and you were supposed to be the angel.”
“That’s where you thought wrong.” I smirk, but decide to have pity on him.
I slide the condom down his length. He guides his cock to my entrance and hesitates.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I nod and loop a leg around him. “Fuck me.”
His eyebrows lift. “I didn’t think angels spoke like that.”
“Fuck me all night and you’ll find out everything an angel says.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then, with one motion, he thrusts into me. I cry out.
“Oh.” I throw my head back as he fills me, stretches me. “Oh, God.”
“That’s more like it, Angel.”
I’m not sure what I say next. I’m not sure they’re even real words.
But as he moves inside of me, claiming me in every way imaginable, I know there aren’t words to describe this connection I feel to him.
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GRANT
The first thing I notice is warmth.
Not from the camper’s heater—it rattles and hums like always—but from the body curled against me.
