“I...I…”
“You, what Angel?” He caught the back of my knee and pulled it up against the outside of his hip.
Tugging down his pants and popping out his already torrid length.
Shit.
He barely lowered and in moments was back in my sore little hole.
I gasped and caught his shoulders. “Ah, shit.”
He kissed along my cheek and down my neck, then along my collar. Just sitting there and letting me feel him, stretching the inside of my body. Not moving at all.
And somehow that was even more of a tease then everything he’d done to me last night.
I tried to move my hips to work my body over him.
“Na-uh.” He pinned me there against the wall. Keeping himself firmly lodged in me.
“Wh-wh-what are you doing?”
“Letting you feel me. Reminding you why you’re sore. Every step you tak
