Page 41 of Dead Bled Ringer
But she only sniffed at him.
“Hunter, what game was it?”
“Kings in the Corner,” I said.
She leaned over and drew my zipper down with clever, naughty fingers.
“You win.”
I sucked in my breath as she pulled my dick out of my pants, already throbbing with desire.
“You see, I’ll never touchyouagain, Henry Santerre. But your brother here? Well, I have to show appreciation for whathe’sdone for me. . .Youhaven’t done shit for me.”
She stroked up and down my cock as my hand tightened on the stick shift.
Henry strained at his bonds, but he was tied too tightly to escape.
“That’s disgusting,” he bit out angrily. “Get your hands off him! I never said you could do that! No matter what I did, you are stillmywife! You belong tome!”
“On the contrary,” Angel said, “his balls are bigger than yours, his cum tastes better, and his dick can fuck longer. He’s the clear winner here.”
I felt my balls drawing up as she cupped them with one hand, then she bent down to run her tongue up the line of precum on the tip of my dick, drawing it slowly into her mouth as she looked up at me with a saucy look on her face.
Instantly, I was aching for her, desperately needing her.
Henry hissed and whined as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock, and she made him regret every single second, moaning as she stretched her mouth wider, her ass up in the air, wiggling in front of his face.
But hejust. couldn’t. touch. it.
“Please don’t do this. Please, baby,” he begged. “It’s disgusting! I can’t bear to watch this! I thought you loved me!”
My hands clamped onto the wheel as we sped down the dark roads, forcing myself to slow down, because I could feel my orgasm coiling at the base of my spine.
“I don’t,” she said, making my heart leap in my throat.
It was too much to hope she cared for me, but this was something. . .
“He’s got no money!”
Angel paused, and I felt her smile around my dick.
“Neither willyouwhen I’m through with you.”
She descended to my dick again, putting both hands around the base and taking as much of me in her mouth as she could, and because it was her, it didn’t matter how far down my cock she got, because her every touch had me on the fucking brink.
I jerked off the road as I exploded into her mouth, feeling like she could pull every drop of cum from my balls.
My hand rested on her head, my fingers clutching her long golden hair convulsively as she gulped down my cum.
“There’s still more,” I groaned, thrusting my hips up.
Angel squeaked but the adorable sounds of her gulps and swallows were unbelievably erotic.
“I love you,” I heard myself saying. “I love you so much. I’ve always loved you.”
Maybe I was babbling, but how was it possible every single time with her was the best ever?
Angel sat up, looking at me with those big blue eyes, her dark lashes blinking, like I had shocked her. Her pink tongue flicked out and licked up a drop of cum.
