“Ah!Fuck, baby…” I whine.
He croons, “Pussy aching, sweet girl?”
Catching my breath, I toy with his hair while he finally stops, releasing a spent exhale. Gazing up at me, satisfied. Our eyes holding one another’s.
Best moment of… life.
Ivory brings me to the bed and lays me down, where I immediately curl up into a ball. When I peek up, I see himstanding at the edge, adjusting the massive visible erection pushing against the front of his slacks.
“Wow…” My brow arches as I ogle it. “Big.”
Ivory chuckles, though not the cocky thing you’d expect. He just seems charmed by my appreciation for his large dick.
But he checks his watch, a frown quickly swallowing up the amusement.
“I’m sorry, my love. I have to go,” he sighs, raking fingers through his mussed up white hair.
“Go?” My lashes flutter.
No… Not yet.
He nods solemnly, pouting. “I’m supposed to be meeting with the team right now.”
But I’m supposed to kill you…
And I wanna suck your dick first.
“Well, apparently, he hasn’t gotten the memo,” I rumble, gawking at the outline of his erection becauseGod damn….
He huffs, shaking his head at his hark dick. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“I can think of a few things,” I sigh dreamily. His eyes meet mine. “Of course you’d have to stay…”
He bites his lip as if he knows he should say no, but he physically can’t turn down head.
They never can.
Ivory runs his fingertip along my bottom lip, and I extend my tongue, lapping at his finger, holding his eyes while I tease him.
“I shouldreallygo…” The Ivory mumbles. But then he stuffs the finger into my mouth until I’m forced to suck. “But then you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to watch those plush lips stretched wide for me… That perfect fucking mouth overflowing. For four years, I have beendyingto come in your mouth, Angel Alvarez.”
He tugs his wet fingers out, and I purr, “So sweet.” Teasing, though I’m kinda dying for it too.
“It’s okay, si?” He rambles, petting my face, kissing my lips, then making quick work of unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. “That I call you that? You said you still feel like Angelito…”
I have to chuckle at how much more he’s overthinking this than I ever have.
This is probably why I’m having such a hard time remembering to hate him. He’s not acting evil whatsoever…
“Yes, it’s okay,” I hum, squirming on the bed in delectable agony, gazing up at him with hungry eyes. “No matter what, I’m still Angel.”
Angel just happens to be very confused about which gender he’s supposed to be at any given moment…
Ivory nods, appearing relieved, which makes me feel better too. Because maybe it doesn’t have to be stressful or scary.
I’m distracted from my inner turmoil when he reaches inside his pants, and I have to wrench my lidded gaze open, because Ican’tmiss this.
It’s my first time actually seeing his dick. I’m biting my lip so hard I’m bleeding.
