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what I’m doing, and I think it’s as much for me as it is Mike.

Finally, there’s a spark back in his gaze. His eyes settle on me and he licks his bottom lip.

“What are you up to, Angel?” he asks. He follows my every move. Our eyes only break contact while I take my shirt and bra off.

“If I can’t fix whatever is going on, I figure I’ll distract you,” I tell him honestly. “Have you got any arguments?” I ask, stepping in closer to him.

“A pity fuck for getting the shit kicked out of me? I’ll take it,” he smirks.

“Trust me, Mike, pity is the furthest thing in the world from my mind. That’s not what I feel when I look at you at all.

He stares at me for a few minutes and I let him. Then he lifts up and pulls his gym shorts off, kicking them to the side. His cock is already hard, his large dick bobbing out towards me.

“Show me what you got, Angel,” he says, taking his cock in his hand and stroking himself while watching me.

Nervous butterflies take flight in my stomach because I’ve never done anything like this before, but I know I’ll be okay. This is Mike and I don’t know when it happened, but I know in my heart that I’m safe with him.

Completely safe.

31

Mike

I’m not drunk. I’ve had two beers. My head is a fucking mess, though, and I know that Violet deserves better when we come together for the first time. I’ve never been a great guy though. I’m trying to do better for Violet, but I don’t know a man alive that could turn down what she’s offering tonight.

I sure as hell can’t.

Still, I clear my throat and say the one thing that I can.

“You need to be sure about this, Violet.”

She smiles, and although I can see the nervousness on her features, there’s also a desire and a hunger that calls to me.

“I’m definitely sure, Mikey,” she says with a grin. Her hand wraps around my cock and I move mine to just watch what she does next.

She strokes me a couple of times, precum sliding out along the head of my cock. My breath stalls in my chest as she bends down to lick it. I watch as she takes it into her mouth, my heartbeat running away with me. She’s not even trying to be sexy—she just is.

Then she slides down on my cock, her lips wrapped tight around it, her tongue torturing me in all good ways. I reach out to pull her hair out of my way, not wanting to miss anything about her loving me.

Loving me.

She takes most of my cock into her mouth, filling her, and when she hums the vibration causes so much pleasure my fucking eyes almost roll back into my head.

“Angel,” I moan.

“Does that feel like pity, Mike?” she asks, once she releases my cock from her beautiful lips.

“What do you feel for me, Violet?” I ask.

Violet’s looking down at my cock, stroking me slowly. I don’t think she’s going to answer me. She lets go of me, and then I’m afraid I’ve ruined the moment. That’s when she climbs in the recliner and straddles me. Our bodies are pressed together, but I’m not inside of her. She’s dripping wet, because that wetness envelopes my shaft as I slide against the lips of her pussy.

“I’m not sure how to answer that, Mike,” she whispers, rocking against me, whimpering with pleasure, the sound beautiful even if it is under her breath.

“Truthfully, Angel. All I want between us is truth. I don’t want lies or secrets that come out later. I don’t care if it hurts, I’d rather have the truth,” I tell her. “Always.”

Violet’s eyes move over my face. Her index finger carefully traces the bruises and cuts on my face as she studies me. Then she stretches and seems to kiss every spot her finger finds. My heart squeezes in my chest. How can a man protect himself in the sight of such sweetness? My hands slide along her back, caressing her and then sliding down to hold the curve of her ass. She is still rocking her hips, gently riding my shaft, without letting me inside. It feels great and I know if it continues that I will be coming soon. There won’t be any way to hold it back.

“Tell me you have a condom in those shorts you took off, Mike,” she says, studying me.