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it, then this was going to go nowhere. Someone didn’t like being teased.
    “Okay, sure,” I said, my eyes twinkling. I slid onto the sofa, up the other end. “So, do I get to know your real name?” I asked.
    “I don’t know, I kind of like Angel,” she said, cocking her head, her hand reaching up to finger her necklace. The sight of her sitting there on my couch with her expression so innocent was getting me hard. She glanced down, as if she instinctively knew what was on my mind. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of my cock producing a pretty serious-looking bulge as it pressed up against the restriction of my pants. Well, at least she knew what page I was on.
    “Can I kiss you, Angel?” I muttered softly. She nodded from the safety of the other end of the sofa. Tilting my head, I motioned for her to come to me. On all fours, she began to crawl toward me, like a kitten on her way to play. I slid down further onto my back as she came closer. She moved over me slowly, each and every move done deliberately and sexually. When her face was above mine, she stopped, resting her hand on the arm of the sofa to keep herself propped up.
    This girl had me so hard I was at risk of dislocating my cock. She smiled, her mouth stopping millimeters from mine as if she were waiting for me to react. I gripped her hair roughly, pushing my mouth onto hers. She tasted sweet, her soft lips just as hungry for me as I was for her. With each kiss came a new feeling of desire. A new need. My mouth crushed forcefully against hers over and over, the want not waning.
    My hand began riding her dress up near her waist. I wanted to touch her everywhere, and make her feel things she had never felt before. I wanted to rip her legs apart, slowly and gently licking her until she couldn’t take any more.
    This girl deserved to be explored, and I needed to be the one to explore her. I wanted to delve inside places previously unknown. I wanted to give her pleasure on levels she never thought existed. 
    She pulled back, straddling my hips. Her eyes burned into mine as a little smile played on her lips, like she knew something I didn’t. My hands gripped her thighs as she began to undo the buttons of her dress, one by one. She took her time, enjoying the power she held over me. Each button she undid made my heart pound a little more. She finally lifted the dress over her head, throwing it down on the floor. Her dark mop of hair cascaded around her shoulders, contrasting beautifully against her soft pink bra. I let my fingers trace the edge of her bra, her breasts spilled over, looking as though they wanted to break free.
    Yanking her bra down, I groaned as she released the clasp. With nothing in my way, my fingers trailed up her bare stomach to her breasts while my other hand ran gently over the outside of her panties. She gasped, her eyes flashing with lust and need. Her body clenched as my finger ran against her, threatening to enter. She moaned, as though the teasing was more sexual for her than the actual act. Her hands balled into fists by her side.
    “You like that?” I whispered, immediately taking advantage of the power shift. In an instant, I was back in charge. This girl, who had captivated me from the moment I laid eyes on her, was now mine, willing and ready to take what I wanted to give her. She nodded, her eyes shut as her hands rested on my chest.
    “Tell me you like it,” I said, my fingernail moving along the crack of her pussy, over her wet panties. She jumped, her hold on my chest tightening. I smiled as my finger continued to trace the outside of her panties, occasionally slipping underneath, threatening, teasing.
    “I like it,” she whimpered. I slid myself down lower so she was sitting on my face, locking her legs beside my neck. Both of my hands began to explore her body as my tongue traced around the crease of her thigh and over her panties. Every now and then my tongue would slip through the soft barrier of material and