The hotel room is dark when we get there, and Angel doesn’t bother with lights. He walks me backwards until I feel the wall behind me and presses his big body up against mine.
“Turn around, Koukla,” he commands.
And I listen. I can’t help it. I want to obey him.
I feel Angel’s callused fingers on my back as he works the zipper down, dragging the beautiful confection off my shoulders as he works.
Anticipation dances over me, making me shiver and ache. The gown falls to the floor, and I am left standing in nothing but my heels and sheer panties. It had a built in bra, so I didn’t have to wear one underneath.
A fact I am grateful for as Angel cups my bare breasts from behind before coasting his palms over my belly, waist, and ass.
“So fucking sexy,” he growls right before I feel his mouth on me.
He bites my neck, then laps at the abused skin with his tongue. I gasp when I feel him drop to his knees, pulling on my hips so I am leaning against the wall, my ass thrust out.