Page 32 of Angels & Whiskey
“Oh my God,” she moaned as her back arched and her lips parted. “Oh God!” she shouted as she started to come. I pulled out, her pussy spraying and hitting my chiseled stomach. “Holy shit. Did I just squirt?” she panted.
“Yeah, I told you to trust me.” I smiled as I ran two fingers through her cum and stuck them in her mouth so she could taste herself.
“Oh … wow. That was …”
After she had come down from her high, I stepped toward her, spreading her legs wide as I slid back in. “Hold the table again, sweetheart.”
I started to thrust, needing to get off. She held onto the table and I closed my eyes, pumping hard as thoughts of Autumn popped into my head. I let them in this time. I wanted them. I pictured her tight pussy wrapped around my dick as my hands roamed all over her beautiful body. The bruises would be gone and her real smile would be looking back at me. She’d shatter under me as I sent her over the edge into bliss.
I groaned my release, opening my eyes to bring me back to reality. Michele moaned as she tipped over the edge again. After pulling out, I disposed of the condom and cleaned my chest off using the kitchen sink.
“Thank you.” She sat up, straightening her dress.
I smirked. “You’re welcome.”
“I may need to hire you again. That was amazing.”
“You know where to find me.”
After a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, I climbed into my car and drove home, dreaming of the brunette angel’s smile.
