Steal Away

Angelika Grays is sun-kissed and restless. She spots Jack Rippher, broad and dark, and the sight makes her wet. He has a girl at his side, but that only sharpens her need. She wants him alone. A little smile, a turn of her hip, and she’s on another man, laughing loud enough for Jack to hear. Her loose hair catches the light, her short skirt rides high. The new guy leans in, drawn like a moth. Jack watches. His stare grows heavy, his jaw set. Angelika keeps the act going, lips parted, fingers tracing the stranger’s arm, all the while feeling Jack’s heat crawl over her skin. The game works. She sees his girl step away, hears the low murmur of his voice as he moves in behind her. The moment they slip from the group, she drops to her knees. Angelika takes him in her mouth, tongue slow, throat open. She sucks him deep until her eyes water, then pulls back to roll his balls over her tongue, licking each one with greedy care. Jack fists her hair and pushes her down again, sliding past her lips until his length stretches her throat. She swallows around him, gagging soft, saliva dripping down her chin. He swells on her tongue, pulse quickening, and she keeps him there, ready for the hot rush that will flood her mouth.