I pulled her off with a wet pop, my cock glistening with her saliva, a thick string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the tip.
"Enough." My voice was rough, my fingers tracing the outline of her lips before I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Now it's time to fuck that tight little asshole of yours."
Angela whimpered, her thighs trembling, but she obeyed, turning and bending over the arm of the sofa. Her hands gripped the fabric so hard her knuckles turned white as she spread her cheeks, presenting that perfect, trembling ass to me.
Her puckered hole was already glistening from her own spit, winking obscenely, still twitching from the rim job I'd given her.
"Dexter—! Please—! Be gentle—!" Her voice was breathy, pleading, but her hips betrayed her, pushing back slightly, already craving the stretch.
"I won't be." My voice was a dark promise, my cock pressing against her entrance.
