Chapter 1080 Angels Don't Wear Panties:>Ep8

• "Do you know how fucking hot you look right now?" The whisper was a mere few inches from Christie's left ear. Christie flinched, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stifle a squeak of surprise. Her eyes flew open to see Jacob, dramatically painted in shadows, standing right beside her and just as gloriously nude. He was also very erect, the pale length of his cock visible in the low light. She hadn't even heard him open the bedroom door.
• Christie opened her mouth to speak, but Jacob only stepped closer, slipping his sinewy arms about her waist, tilting his lips down toward hers as he crushed her wrist between them. With a fruitless effort to remove her hand, she winced as Jacob nibbled her lower lip. "How quiet do you think we can be, angel?" He murmured, nuzzling her throat as he fell to his knees. Sure hands gripped her wrists to pull her along, and then cupped her head as she fell onto her back beneath his lithe body.
• Toppling her back on the floor, his body crushed hers against the carpet. One of his hands closed around hers, patting her curled fingers, wordlessly indicating that he wanted her to keep stroking her clit. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at his face, his own bright eyes watching the dueling emotions of anxiety and euphoria playing across her delicate features.