Chapter 18

The sound of his zipper coming undone was the only sound in the car. I realized I’d been holding my breath. Releasing it slowly as not to alert Uriel to my nerves, I watch as his hand dipped below his briefs. On the edge of my seat, I tracked his movements as he pulled out his cock. My lips parted as I stared at it. His skin was lighter than my ex’s and I was surprised by how clean he was. Scolding myself for comparing him to that shit face, I pushed him from my mind. His hand dropped and his length bobbed.

“You’re pretty,” I murmured. His eyebrows raised, and he laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“I’ve never been called pretty,” he said.

“Does that make you nervous?” I asked as I leaned forward. His chin dipped as I lowered myself until my lips were only a breath away.

“I’m going to be hone