VINCENT
I froze. The door handle turned. I grabbed for Angel’s head, trying to yank her away from my c**k—
Too late.
The door opened.
Mrs. Martha stood in the doorway. Her eyes found the bed. Found me. Found Angel between my legs with her lips red and swollen and wet and my c**k glistening with her saliva inches from her face.
Martha’s mouth fell open. No sound came out. Her eyes went wide — wider than I’d ever seen them — and the color drained from her face in a rush that left her grey.
Angel looked over her shoulder at Martha. Then, like nothing in the world was wrong, she turned back to me and took my c**k back into her mouth.
“Give me your c*m, Daddy,” she said, the words muffled and vibrating around my shaft, her eyes locked on mine while Martha stood in the doorway watching my
