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I didn’t get the chance to explore it last night, and I’m aching to run my tongue up and down the skin above his Jacob’s Ladder.Will he shiver under my touch or moan? I need to have this beautiful creature under my control.
My tongue darts out to lick my lips, and my head drifts forward. I’m already salivating at the prospect of tasting Xero, but he holds me back with a palm.
“Bad girls who throw cereal in their master’s faces don’t get to savor their cocks.”
I rear back, my eyes narrowing, and glower up at his annoying features. Sunlight shines behind him from the window, turning the ends of his platinum hair into a halo.
With those angular features, full lips, and celestial blue eyes, he really does look like the Angel of Death. Does that make me an unworthy sinner? I’m the one on my knees, desperate to suck his cock, even though my ass feels like it’s been dipped in hellfire.
A thud makes the entire house shake, reminding me there’s a quartet of murderous rapists beneath the house, trying to finish the job they started.
“Fine,” I snap, trying to rise off my feet.
He shoves me back down with a palm on my head. “You’re going nowhere.”
“What?” I squawk.
Xero crosses his ankles behind my back, trapping me between his legs, and then strokes his long, thick shaft with slow, up-and-down movements that have me mesmerized. My pussy clenches and spasms, wanting to feel every ridge, every vein, every contour within my walls.
He’s magnificent and he knows it. Why else would he refuse my mouth?
“Keep your eyes on the prize,” he says.
“It’s nothing special,” I mutter, already cringing at such a blatant lie.
He chuckles, the sound soft. “You’re a compulsive liar.”
“Yeah.” I lick my lips. “Sometimes, when you can’t believe what your eyes are telling you, it’s better to make up your own version of the truth.”
His eyes soften. “What do you see?”
“A dirty angel stroking his obscenely large cock.”
“I’m an angel now?” he asks with a smile of straight white teeth.
“That isn’t a compliment,” I mutter. “Lucifer was an angel.”
His grin widens, and he quickens his strokes. I don’t know which is more enthralling, his beautiful face or that magnificent cock. This situation is so surreal that it has to be a fever dream. Xero Greaves, the sexy voice that speaks to me every morning when I’m half asleep, is jerking off in my living room.
I’m even more convinced that I’m dead. Why else would he keep calling me his little ghost?
“Stay with me, Amethyst,” he says.
“Alright,” I reply, my voice breathy.
The legs around my back tighten, pulling me closer to his cock, and his hand quickens around that glorious shaft. A bead of precum glistens on the tip, threatening to spill over.
My breath shallows. “Can I have a lick?”
“Not if you ask so rudely.”
Shit.
I clear my throat, suck in a deep breath, and gaze up into those pale blue eyes. They’re like orbs of white fire, darkened with peeks of sky blue. I can’t tell if I’m looking into the face of my salvation or damnation, but I know that if he doesn’t let me lick that cum off his cock, I’ll die.
“Please, Xero,” I say, my voice breathy. “Please let me have a taste?”
“And reward your misbehavior?”
