The angel on my shoulder lifts his head long enough to glare at me. A silent what in the fuck are you doing expression on his face. But it’s not enough to stop me. Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing. And maybe I don’t know how much I’m willing to give. But I know I’m going to lose my damn mind if I don’t get her taste on my lips and her wetness on my dick. The devil leans forward, rubbing his hands together, approving of my plans.
