She leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders.
Angel leaned forward, her long hair brushing against my thighs like silk. She looked at the tip of my c**k as if she were inspecting a rare gem. I could hear her heart beating against her ribs. I reached out, my fingers tangling into her hair, guiding her closer. I was done being the "good" stepfather.
"Go on, Angel," I whispered, with a voice that was clouded with my own pleasure and mischief. "You said you wanted to know the difference. You wanted to see the end of the lesson. This is how it ends."
She hesitated for only a second. Then, she opened her mouth. I watched, my vision blurring with heat, as her pink tongue darted out. She just touched the very tip of me at first, a light, testing lick.
"It’s salty," she whispered, so
