The Angel's Sin
Tangled.
Hearts racing like they’d race a fucking marathon.
The room was spinning.
Angel couldn't move.
The stranger was still inside him.
Still hard.
Then—
The fucking incubus started to move again.
“Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Angel could not believe it, he croaked.
‘I have to run,’ his mind said one thing, but his body didn’t even want to move and leave.
Instead his hips met the man’s every thrust.
“You’re not done yet, are you, you beast?”
Bab Populer