Bundle of Angel by Gia Blue Read Free Book Online

joy slipping along my spine dance around my pussy, plucking at the pleasure strings, giving me more.
    “ Yeah.” I sigh and he leans down, captures my lips in a scorching kiss.
    Our tongues tangle, tasting and stroking and touching each other, connected and exploring. I moan and gasp into his mouth as he presses deeper into my pussy. Our tongues retreat, lips barely touching as we breathe into each other, share that last bit of intimacy.
    My release is there now, pouring through me, massaging me from head to toe, and it’s strong and sweet at the same time. Earth-shattering and the gentlest connection with pleasure I’ve ever had.
    The look of joy on Luca’s face simply makes it all the better, just pure and more powerful with that expression that it raises my arousal higher. I keep coming, on and on as he freezes deep in my pussy, cock pulsing and throbbing in my heat and just dragging out my orgasm more and more.
    I’m huffing and puffing, sighing his name while his body jerks above me, my name on his lips. It’s so pretty, as if time stops in this very moment.
    His cum fills me, and I relish in the additional wetness between my legs, the proof of his desire for me. It’s all there, the touch, the flavor, the scent. Perfection in a single package. One man. My daddy.
    But seriously? Fucking Uncle Domani was pretty damn good too.
    I’m exhausted, and it seems Luca is as well. He slumps to the side, trail of cum left in the wake of his withdrawal. I snuggle up to him, flop across his chest and listen to the beat of his heart and I inch toward slumber.
    I realize we’re missing a body and I raise my head to look around the room. Uncle Domani is sitting in a chair, just putting on his socks and shoes when I spy him. “Uncle?”
    “ Go back to sleep, Angel.” He winks. “But thank you for letting me join you two.”
    I smile and I’m sure I look like a drunken loon. “It was my pleasure. Literally.”
    He rises, shaking his head and chuckling. “I’m sure it was. Remind Luca we have my son’s college graduation in a few weeks, ‘kay? I’m gonna head out.”
    Hmm…I have a cousin…
    Well, ex-stepcousin.
    Interesting.
     
    The End

Another for Angel
     
    I’d only thought about sex and cocks when I’d packed for this trip. Yummy lube had been transferred to TSA approved bottles and my toys were in their lovely bags, all tucked away in my carry-on. I also managed to sneak in a couple of “real” toiletries, along with a cute dress and single pair of heals. Just in case the airline lost my checked luggage.
    Of course, when I was shoving all of this into my bag, I wasn’t thinking about how hard it would be to get it past security.
    Now I’m a proud, card-carrying slut, but I’m not about having my stocked suitcase rummaged through by some stranger.
    I’m standing in this tiny cubicle, the top half of the walls held by Plexiglas, so I’m able to see my daddy, Luca, leaning against the wall, a small smile teasing his lips as he stares at me. I can’t help it. I stick my tongue out at him. The ass. How dare he make fun of me!
    I’ve never been on a freaking plane before. And I’d gotten the information from the airport’s stupid website, damn it. It said I was allowed to fill three ounce bottles.
    I just didn’t get much further than that.
    Like the fact I was only allowed to have enough bottles to fill a quart-sized bag. Which meant that the fifteen bottles of lube I’d packed were a smidge too much.
    The guy who brought me to this gray-hued hell leaves after dropping my case on the steel table…and just my luck…in comes Big Bertha.
    The woman pushes past me without a simple “hello” and yanks at the zipper.
    “ This your bag?”
    I lick my lips and swallow past the lump in my throat. “Yes, ma’am.”
    See, I can totally have manners when I want to.
    “ Uh-huh.” She flips over the front flap. “Has your luggage been in your possession at all times?”
    “ Yes, ma’am.”
    “ Has