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Authors: Ella Sheridan
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available to every touch, every experience she could possibly have with this man. And so she pulled her hand away and tugged at the tucked-in hem of his dress shirt. “Please.”
Kneeling in front of her, he stared into her eyes, and Angel stared right back, letting him see the truth she had no desire to hide. She wanted him to know everything about her, not just her words but the secrets that lay deep down inside.
Whatever he saw must’ve settled his lingering doubts, because he leaned in, his breath skimming her mouth. “Well, okay then.”
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he stood. Angel felt her heart flutter as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it, buttoned and all, over his head. The sleeves caught at the closed wrists. Brad jerked impatiently at them, and the buttons popped—one, two—so he could toss the shirt aside.
God . The wide expanse of heavy muscle that made up his torso had always fascinated her. He was perfect; he’d always been perfect. Even when they’d been teenagers playing at the lake every summer, before he’d reached manhood, filled out, and become mouthwateringly sexy, he’d drawn her like no other. Now, as his fingers deftly undid the button fly of his jeans, she knew all those late-girlhood dreams—not just kissing him, but seeing what actually lay beneath his wet swimsuit or clingy sweatpants, feeling the most intimate parts of him respond to her touch, watching his face as he lost himself in the throes of orgasm—were coming true.
She couldn’t wait.
Brad shucked his jeans, taking his briefs and his socks, one leg and then the other, with them. When he stood, she noted the red flags of color topping his cheeks. Signs of his desire, she was sure, because he had nothing to be embarrassed about. Her gaze drifted along the faintest dusting of brownish-blond hair across his chest to the thicker trail that bisected his hard abs, to the triangle of curls that framed his beautiful penis. Proud, tall, flushed at the tip with the faintest purple hue. Without thought Angel stepped forward, her hand brushing his hair-rough thigh to grasp his shaft. Goose bumps skittered along his skin as he arched into her touch. “Fu-u-c-c…”
The word stuttered out, disappointing her. She rubbed her thumb lightly against the V just under the head of his shaft. “Don’t. Don’t hold back, Brad.” She stared up into his eyes, willing him to understand. “I can take it all.” Leaning forward, she took her first taste, one smooth lick along the proud vein lining his length.
Brad grunted. When she glanced up beneath lowered lashes, his eyes were black with hunger. “Fuck, Angel,” he whispered roughly, “what you do to me.”
Her core spasmed. His taste was on her tongue, his need and his love filling her up to the brim. She wanted more, a lot more. She might not have done this before, but she let her rising hunger guide her. Exchanging his cock for his hips, she pushed him back until he leaned against the bathroom wall. She was on her knees before he could question her, her mouth covering the tip of his cock a second later. The choking sound Brad made would’ve drawn a smile if she wasn’t so intent on getting as much of him as she could onto her tongue.
“Goddamn, woman!” He widened his legs, bringing his hips more in line with her face, and thrust the tiniest bit, brushing the back of her throat. Angel swallowed instinctively, and she would swear the sound that escaped Brad at that moment was a whimper. She sucked harder.
It wasn’t long before drops of precum hit her tongue, the taste tart and sweet at once. Brad’s fingers traced her jaw, feeling it work, feeling himself push between her lips as she took her pleasure from his. When his heavy thighs tightened beneath her hands, she eased away with a sigh of regret.
Brad’s head lolled against the wall, but as she stood, he turned to watch. Under his heavy-lidded scrutiny, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, grimacing a bit at
Kneeling in front of her, he stared into her eyes, and Angel stared right back, letting him see the truth she had no desire to hide. She wanted him to know everything about her, not just her words but the secrets that lay deep down inside.
Whatever he saw must’ve settled his lingering doubts, because he leaned in, his breath skimming her mouth. “Well, okay then.”
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he stood. Angel felt her heart flutter as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it, buttoned and all, over his head. The sleeves caught at the closed wrists. Brad jerked impatiently at them, and the buttons popped—one, two—so he could toss the shirt aside.
God . The wide expanse of heavy muscle that made up his torso had always fascinated her. He was perfect; he’d always been perfect. Even when they’d been teenagers playing at the lake every summer, before he’d reached manhood, filled out, and become mouthwateringly sexy, he’d drawn her like no other. Now, as his fingers deftly undid the button fly of his jeans, she knew all those late-girlhood dreams—not just kissing him, but seeing what actually lay beneath his wet swimsuit or clingy sweatpants, feeling the most intimate parts of him respond to her touch, watching his face as he lost himself in the throes of orgasm—were coming true.
She couldn’t wait.
Brad shucked his jeans, taking his briefs and his socks, one leg and then the other, with them. When he stood, she noted the red flags of color topping his cheeks. Signs of his desire, she was sure, because he had nothing to be embarrassed about. Her gaze drifted along the faintest dusting of brownish-blond hair across his chest to the thicker trail that bisected his hard abs, to the triangle of curls that framed his beautiful penis. Proud, tall, flushed at the tip with the faintest purple hue. Without thought Angel stepped forward, her hand brushing his hair-rough thigh to grasp his shaft. Goose bumps skittered along his skin as he arched into her touch. “Fu-u-c-c…”
The word stuttered out, disappointing her. She rubbed her thumb lightly against the V just under the head of his shaft. “Don’t. Don’t hold back, Brad.” She stared up into his eyes, willing him to understand. “I can take it all.” Leaning forward, she took her first taste, one smooth lick along the proud vein lining his length.
Brad grunted. When she glanced up beneath lowered lashes, his eyes were black with hunger. “Fuck, Angel,” he whispered roughly, “what you do to me.”
Her core spasmed. His taste was on her tongue, his need and his love filling her up to the brim. She wanted more, a lot more. She might not have done this before, but she let her rising hunger guide her. Exchanging his cock for his hips, she pushed him back until he leaned against the bathroom wall. She was on her knees before he could question her, her mouth covering the tip of his cock a second later. The choking sound Brad made would’ve drawn a smile if she wasn’t so intent on getting as much of him as she could onto her tongue.
“Goddamn, woman!” He widened his legs, bringing his hips more in line with her face, and thrust the tiniest bit, brushing the back of her throat. Angel swallowed instinctively, and she would swear the sound that escaped Brad at that moment was a whimper. She sucked harder.
It wasn’t long before drops of precum hit her tongue, the taste tart and sweet at once. Brad’s fingers traced her jaw, feeling it work, feeling himself push between her lips as she took her pleasure from his. When his heavy thighs tightened beneath her hands, she eased away with a sigh of regret.
Brad’s head lolled against the wall, but as she stood, he turned to watch. Under his heavy-lidded scrutiny, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, grimacing a bit at
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