Page 62 of Fame & Chaos

“Sometimes.”

She steps closer and places a hand against my chest. Her fingers are cold, making me jump slightly from the icy touch.

“How’s your cousin?” she asks softly.

“She’s okay. Probably dealing with one hell of a hangover by now, though.”

“Mmm… I bet.”

Her fingers slowly trail lower across my stomach, and I swallow hard, trying to focus on the gorgeous woman standing in front of me instead of the blonde nurse currently living rent-free inside my head.

“So…” I murmur, brushing some damp hair away from Angel’s fake-tanned face. “What’s under the coat?”

“A surprise.”

One eyebrow lifts automatically. “Oh really?” A low chuckle leaves me as she takes a step backward and slowly begins untying the belt around her waist.

Please let it be black lingerie.

The coat loosens, and she grips the collar, gradually pulling it open. For the briefest second, Indi’s face flashes through my mind again, sweet blue eyes and soft lips crashing into my thoughts hard enough to make me tense.

Fuck off.

Angel opens the coat wider, and every thought in my head instantly disappears.

“Surprise,” she purrs.

A slow smirk spreads across my face as I take her in, standing completely naked beneath the coat except for a pair of black heels. Her body curves beautifully in all the right places. She’s sexy as hell, and her fake tits make my cock twitch painfully inside my jeans.

The female body really is one of God’s greatest masterpieces.

“Fuck, Angel,” I mutter appreciatively. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

She grins, then shrugs the coat off completely and lets it fall to the floor. Then she steps closer, pressing herself against me while sliding her hand directly over my cock.

I hiss softly at the contact.

She’s so close I can feel her warm breath ghosting across my cheek while her fingers squeeze my now fully hard cock through my jeans.

“I want this,” she whispers.

I grip her hips tightly and smirk against her lips.

“Your wish is my fucking command.”

She giggles and moves her hand to undo my jeans. Once she’s done, my jeans fall to the floor, releasing my now fully rigid cock. She looks down at it, and her mouth opens slightly while I watch her eyes widen. Stepping out of my jeans, I throw them over with my shirt.

Leaning out, I grab her arms and pull her forcefully to me. She’s a slut, so I will treat her like one. She chuckles, and as her naked body slaps up against mine, I grind my cock into her abdomen. Her breathing increases, and she wraps her arms around my neck, leaning in close. I move my hand to her arse and squeeze the globes hard.

“Ouch,” she yelps out, and I smirk while leaning down, grabbing the back of her head with my other hand and forcing her lips to mine. She hesitates for a moment, but as I grind into her and squeeze her ass again, she opens her mouth for me, and my tongue slides against hers. I bite at her bottom lip, and she moans into my mouth as I pull away from her.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk,” I whisper against her cheek, and I feel her body shudder against me. I move my hands to her shoulders and spin her around so her back is to me.

“Caleb?” she asks.

I gently caress her shoulders, letting her know it’s okay. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll take you to heaven.”

She giggles as I turn her front toward the top of the couch and bend her over it so her supple, round ass is facing me.