Redamancy / Jack Grealish

Chapter 39

Jack's POV:
TW: sexual content

Angel pushed me onto the matress and I sat down with a smirk. She looked at me. Her eyes stared into my soul and almost undressed me right then. Angel grabbed my chin and lifted my head. I smiled. "This is for the time you had to watch me giving Connor a lapdance instead of you." She said. Her expression was cold but I knew how good this was going to be. "Hands to yourself. Don't touch me."

She turned around and reached back to pull the straps of her dress open. I could see a peak of her bra. Dark red lace was covering her tits as she turned around and let her dress fall down to the floor.

The lingerie was fucking see through. Holy shit, she was about to drive me insane. It was so fucking hot. I opened my mouth a little bit. Angel put her hands on my shoulder and positioned herself on my thighs. It was like she presented herself to me, almost screaming: 'taste me, touch me, crave me.'

She swayed her hips slowly. "I've been waiting to do this the whole day..." Her quiet voice found its way into my head as my Angel slowly guided her hands down my chest.  I was sweating. This whole thing turned me on more than I ever thought it would. A playful smirk covered my face. Angie started opening my shirt while her ass rubbed over the fabric of my pants.

When she was halfway down my chest, she smirked and turned around. Sitting back down on my legs, she bent fowards so I had a wonderful view of her ass.

The urge to touch her was growing every fucking second.

She went back up, grinding down onto my lap. It was so bad, I almost couldn't hold myself anymore. "I hope it's better than the one Jenna gave you... it better be."

If she only knew... Angels qualities were the best. Of course it was better. Everything about Angie was better. Poor Trent, I thought. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight if Angie continued doing that to me. "Do you want to help me get out of this? Because this is your only chance to touch me..."

Angel stood up and turned to me again. "You don't have to tell me twice." I smirked.

She bit her lip and lifted her head a bit more. "What do you want to take off? You get to choose..." She murmured and sat down on me again, grabbing my hair and kissing my jaw, back to my ear and my neck. "Choose wisely." Angel whispered. I was about to touch her, but her hand found mine first. "I'm not asking you again."

I had to sigh out of sexual frustration. "Take off your bra. I want to see your tits, Angel." I said with a low voice.

She pressed one last kiss onto my neck, before she sat up straight. "Take it off for me, Jack."

While I put my hands on her back, she put hers on my thighs. I guided my fingertips down her back and carressed every inch of it. Angel massaged my middle, before she put her hand straight on my cock. I looked her into the eyes. Damn, god fucking damn...

"Open it." She says and I brought my hands up to her bra. I took it off slowly, enjoying every second of it. Especially when I took it into my hands and placed it next to the bed carefully.

I stared down at her pretty chest. It was in the best position to grab her and pull her towards me.

But as I reached out, Angel grabbed my wrist and pushed it back into the matress instead. "Do you mind?" She asked and sat down on my lap. I shook my head. "Are you enjoying it?" Angie murmured while she slowly started rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I looked up into her eyes. "Mhm. Very much so. Are you ready to give me a little show and get yourself off on my thigh, hm?" I asked her and smirked. She immediately nodded quickly.

"Guide me, papi." She whispered. A shiver ran down my spine and I finally put my hands on her waist. She fit into my hands perfectly, her soft skin was the best thing my fingers ever touched. And even though the light was dimmed, she glowed like a fucking Angel.