Page 127 of Avenging Angel


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With Cap’s gray-blue eyes tracking me, I walked in, pulled the crossbody over my head and tossed it without looking toward the armchair.

I stopped moving.

Cap cradled Patches and rose from the couch before dropping him on it and locking eyes with me.

“Baby, I was such a fuckin’ dick. I’m so?—”

He stopped talking when I dashed toward him and ran into the coffee table, slamming into it with my shin.

“Ouch! Damn!” I cried, hopping on one foot, lifting the other and bending to wrap my fingers around my shin.

He had a hand to my back and was leaned to me, saying, “Are you o?—?”

He didn’t finish that either.

Because all my life I’d been glad my monthly cycle only lasted a couple of days.

But in that moment, this fun fact made meecstatic.

As such, I lifted up…

And pounced.

I was kissing him, my hands all over him.

Then he was kissing me, his hands all over me.

I grabbed his thermal and yanked it up. He lifted his arms, pulled it off and chucked it away.

I thought we’d start kissing again, but he bent and put a shoulder in my belly, and then I was up in a fireman’s hold.

Ohmy.

My clit pulsed and my pussy contracted.

He stalked down the hallway, turned on a bedside light, bumped his shoulder, and I went flying, landing on my back in the bed.

My clit pulsed again, but this time my pussy convulsed.

Cap fell on me.

We went at each other with hungry ferocity, groping and rolling and kissing and licking and scratching. I toed off my Vans and footies. Cap yanked off my dress.

I got him to his back, straddling him in my undies. I bent to his chest, sucking at his perfect nipple.

Lord.

He tastedamazing.

He growled, angling up, dislodging my mouth. And with a clit-tingling expert flick, my bra was undone, then he yanked it off.

He lifted one breast to his mouth, drawing hard on the nipple.

I gasped and bucked in his lap.

He moved to the other breast and did the same thing.

I whimpered.

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