Monster 23

Angela

I curled my hand tightly around the base of his shaft, my fingers squeezing in a rhythmic kind of way. I didn't take my eyes off his face. I liked seeing the reaction I had on him and I loved the way his face got slack when he lost control.

I craved seeing that look on his face more than I craved the chocolate cake I had an addiction to.

“Like this?” I moved my hand up and down tantalisingly slowly. God, I loved teasing him.

“Yeah like that.” He didn't move to touch me, just laid there with his hands behind his head and his eyes staring straight up at my face as I leant over him. “Just like that.” His voice had turned husky, the breath catching in his throat. “A man could get used to this,” he added with a lazy smile.

I could get used to it as well, but I wasn't about to admit that to him. I could barely manage to admit it to myself. I, Angela Monroe, ice queen, was starting to actually like the man whose cock I was working up and down. And not just in a physical way, I like