Monster 11

Monster

I knew what she was about to do, just like I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't make a move to stop her. A fucking lunatic she might be, but she was hot, and when a hot woman falls naked to her knees in front of me, my dick takes control. I couldn't help it.

All the shit about getting married flew out of my head the moment her hand curled around me. Dark eyes clashed with mine as she gazed up at me from beneath her thick lashes. It wasn't the asking permission kind of look. I doubted Angela had asked permission for anything in her entire life. It was a look of ownership. She knew she had me.

I wanted to argue, wanted to tell her that she didn't, that she never would. I wanted to pull her up from her knees and send her on her way, but instead my hands moved to the back of her head. I gathered up all that almost black hair and pulled it away from her face. I wanted to see her as she took my length into her mouth. And she was going to take all of it.

Angela needed to be punish