Angel’s sweaty skin rubbed against mine as she squirmed underneath me. Her breathy moans were music to my ears. I loved keeping her hovering on the edge of an orgasm.

My beast was hovering close to the surface, eager to make her ours, but I didn’t want to rush things.

Not like Lucas.

I moved lower, lips tracing her skin until I reached her tit. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I sucked on it until she buried her hands in my hair and started begging me.

Raising ...