Chapter 131: Angela

"Do you pay someone to put the holes in your jeans?" I was looking at his ass, covered by the second skin of his ripped jeans. His black wife-beater completed the look of sex god, mega rock star. If another woman touched him, I'd break her fingers, slowly. The euphoria of Krispin Righteous, sex on a big hard stick, continued to throb through my tender pussy. It was like having repeated mini orgasms but he didn't need to know that.

He stuck his fingers into one of the threaded holes in his jeans. "They come this way." He gave me a quirky grin because he noticed my eyes moving up and down his body. "How are you feeling?"

I give him honesty. "Scared, excited, nervous."

"You'll stay with me until I start playing, then you'll be standing off to the side with Wade. He'll take care of you."

"Thank you. I like Wade."

"He likes you too. Maybe too much. His eyes follow you constantly."

A shiver went through me. "Jealous, Sir?"

He drew me up against his scrumptious body and I smoothed my