Page 21 of Dead Bled Ringer
And then I did it again, sitting on the table, watching as my big hand spanned her cheeks, the sharp slaps making her ass jiggle deliciously.
Was her skin getting pink and rosy underneath my rough hand?
My cock was hard as a rock in my suit pants, imagining what she’d look like with her skirt up.
I needed to stop, because what the hell was I doing spanking my sister-in-law’s ass as her tits pressed into my thighs?
“You’re a savage!” Angel shrieked, drumming on my legs with her flip-flops, but I felt the way her nipples were taut against my thighs and it only made me spank her harder.
“Behave!” I warned, stretching back to deliver another massive slap to her ass, sliding my fingers slowly down the throbbing curves.
I knew her ass must be stinging now.
Shit, she was making mewaytoo damn horny, I felt myself hovering on the edge of totally losing control and howling as I sunk my cock in her.
“Do you agree not to divorce me?” I gritted out.
“No!”
Adrenaline and blood was still pumping through my body, not to mention my dick, so I stood up, dragging Angel with me, and shoved her against the table.
Henry had saidby any means necessaryand if I fucked up, she was the one who would pay the price.
I put my hand around her throat, knocking a tray of cupcakes on the floor.
“You are going to sit here while I eat you out, whether you like it or not.”
Her eyes were huge saucers again, as she put two hands on either side of my fist around her throat. For a moment I tightened my fingers as I saw her chest heave underneath my forearm.
Then I let go and didn’t give her a chance to say no, kneeling down on the floor between her legs.
“Get that fucking skirt up,” I ordered as I yanked her hips closer to the edge of the table.
She obeyed, revealing a little pink thong, the tiny strip of fabric barely covering her pussy.
I hooked my thumbs over the waistband, pulling it down her thighs and letting it fall between my legs.
My dick was pounding like fuck as I forced her legs wider to accommodate my shoulders, and I felt more precum drip from my cock as I ran my tongue down her soaked slit.
“Henry,” she breathed as I swirled my tongue around her clit, smashing my face in her pussy.
There was a sick feeling in the pit of my gut as she moaned his name, but I forced down my twisted rage that she didn't know whose tongue was dripping with her arousal.
To protect my Angel, I would let Henry take credit for everything.
She could never know that it had been me seducing her back into marriage with my twin brother.
As I knelt before her, I fought the urge to come in my pants, restraining myself by taking only the sick-sweet satisfaction of wrapping my arms around her thighs and bringing her pleasure.
Angelise’s legs were hooked around the back of my neck, and then her long fingernails were running through my hair.
“Shit, right there,” she groaned, and I forced myself to stay on my knees instead of flipping her upside-down and fucking her senseless.
Her hips began to jerk back and forth and her belly tighten as her orgasm approached.
“Soak my face,” I groaned, my cock feeling so swollen with cum that even shifting in place was painful.
With a whimper, she obeyed, gripping my head as slick wet arousal began to pump from her pussy, running down my chin and throat and soaking the collar of my shirt.
