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Chapter Ten

Mikel

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I've lived my lifeas an agnostic.

My parents never took me to church, I never cracked a Bible, never know what to say at funerals. My obsession with science makes it a struggle for me to go all in on the concept of Heaven or Hell.

But seeing Paige kneeling at my feet, lips around my cock, eyes wide and dazzling in the sunlight through my condo window?

I can believe angels are real.

“That's amazing,” I groan, my voice cracking. I let my hands glide through her hair like water over rocks in a stream, exploring the nape of her neck, the curved backs of her ears. She doesn't wear earrings, but she has the holes for them. It's another why in the mystery of who she is.

As a kid, I found myself driven to solve puzzles. They helped me focus my often chaotic mind. Paige is more than a puzzle, and I itch to find her pieces and fit their notches into place. I'm obsessed with Paige and all the things I don't yet know. The things I hope to learn.

Throwing my head back I stare at my smooth ceiling. “Fuuuuck,” I strain the word. Her tongue laps at the base of my prick, circling expertly, eagerly. She sucks me off with such enthusiasm I struggle to keep it from ending. I don't want to come so fast. Not yet. In my perfect world we could string this moment out until the sun sets.

My phone buzzes; I ignore it, guiding Paige up and down. Her mouth tightens on the ridge of my cock-head, causing me to see double. Shivering, I hunch over her, like I'm protecting her from the rest of the world. Greedily keeping her for myself.

She's mine.

It's an intrusive thought. One I've never had about anyone before.

I want her.

I want this... all of this.

Forever.

My phone goes off again. Paige stares up at me, one hand tucking her hair behind her ears. She's asking me something with her eyes... wondering if the call is important, because she can hear it, too. I shake my head, cup her cheeks, and breathe quicker. “It can wait,” I pant.

In answer she rolls her tongue across the throbbing vein underneath my shaft. That gets me close to coming; her hands cradling my balls is the kill-shot. “Ah, fuck!” I hiss, teeth crushing together, the shock-waves in my skull, in my belly, in my blood. I orgasm violently, spurt after spurt, and Paige, my beautiful angel on Earth, she drinks it all.

She's halfway off, sliding free with saliva on her chin and a smug smile on her pink lips, when we both hear my door knob jiggle. “Hello? Mr. Hause?” Gardenia calls. “I'm back! Can you let me in?”

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