He caught himself before he palmed her head and guided her mouth to catch the release that would be coming at any second.īut before he hit mission critical status, she was up on her feet, her teasing smile making it clear that she knew exactly how close he’d been. “Damn,” he breathed as she sucked a testicle into her mouth and hummed around it. Holy hell, she was doing it, she was licking and sucking, nibbling and. He didn’t think she’d do it, so he let out a strangled moan when she dropped to her knees and pressed those soft, silky lips against his sac. “Really.” She might be playing it cool, but the delicate aroma of her arousal rose up, heightening his own. He had no idea what a False Angel would do, but he knew what he’d suggest.
“What do you think a False Angel would do now?” she asked. By the time she reached his rock-hard cock, his entire body was just as hard, primed for whatever she wanted. Her eyes took him in, his muscles flexing where her gaze landed. If he’d known that getting naked was all it took, he’d have pulled a Magic Mike the first time he met her. Instantly, her teasing playfulness shifted into something hotter. He wished his clothes away, and poof, they were gone. She graced him with a flirty smile that was so feminine and sexy that he didn’t wait for her answer. “You aren’t going to take them off for me?” The tips of her fingers brushed the head of his erection as she shifted her hold, and his body responded instantly, spiking his heart rate, his blood pressure, his breathing… Shit, he was going to stroke out the first time she really touched him. She stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to him, her hand still gripping his waistband. “Clichés exist for a reason.” He started to reach for her, cursed, and yanked his hands away. “Dungeon chic,” Blaspheme said, taking in the shackles anchored to the stone walls. He willed the candles in the wall sconces to light up as they entered the bedroom. Truly, if more females understood the power they held over males, they’d rule all the realms. Hell, when a female went down, it was because he wanted her to.Īnd now this gorgeous, mysterious False Angel was leading him around by his cock, literally, and he was allowing it.īut then, at the end of the day, he was male, and he’d do pretty much anything for sex. He’d always been the one to control sexual encounters, to say when, where, and how it all went down. It does not store any personal data.As he let Blaspheme lead him to his bedroom, he marveled at how easily his little False Angel had gotten him to concede to her demands. The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics".
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