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My Dirty Hot Angel

Episode 22


“I think Nora and Cam would be cute together.” I gently broached the topic as Dex drove us home after our late dinner.

“Nora…” He paused for a moment, his brow furrowing hard as he tried to remember who I was talking about. “Your friend, Nora? Why do you say that?”

I immediately remembered that Dex and Nora had never formally met. Their short encounter in our apartment building had left a good impression on both of them, but they’d yet to sit down and have an actual conversation. If they had, Dex would have seen that she and Cam were practically perfect for each other.

My short time spent with Cameron was filled with laughs and jokes. His big smile was incredibly infectious and his humor, while definitely reminiscent of a dirty high schooler, was much appreciated. I was surprised when he showed up. Dex talked about him, of course, about the trouble they got into as kids and how Cam had always been there for him. The two men complimented each other perfectly: their comfortable camaraderie was amazing to watch. I was intensely happy that Dex cared for me enough to introduce me to someone so close to him so soon in our relationship.

During our short conversation, Cam alluded to being “painfully single.” And while he hadn’t dropped any hints that he was actively looking to be set up, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he and Nora would be great together.

I hoped I wasn’t overstepping; it was true that I hadn’t known Nora long, but I felt a strong connection with her and I hoped that entertaining the thought of setting her up with Cam wasn’t disrespectful in some way.

“They’re both funny and when I was talking to Cam tonight I realized they had a lot in common.” I thought back on my previous conversation with Dex’s handsome best friend. “Plus, they’re both gorgeous. I think they’d make a good fit.”

“You think Cam is gorgeous?”

I moved my hand over to Dex’s strong thigh, feeling it clench under my fingers as soon as I touched him. “Sure.” I stroked my hand along his clothed flesh.

Dex groaned softly.

“But not as gorgeous as me right?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, Dex. Not n

early as gorgeous as you.”

I turned my head back to the window, watching the Miami lights fade as we drove farther away from the city, my left hand still stationed on Dex’s thigh, the tips of my fingers rubbing mindlessly along the inseam of Dex’s pants.

“I’m gonna need you to cut that shit out.” His deep voice chimed out a couple minutes later, slightly strangled and gruff.

Looking over at him curiously, I questioned, “Cut what out?”

Dex said nothing but his eyes drifted down into his lap, I followed his gaze, laying eyes on the prominent bulge tenting the front of his trousers.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Seriously?”

He shrugged. “How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re that close to my junk?”

I held in a laugh, seriously amused at his predicament but also turned on by the fact that I had such an effect on him with so little effort.

My thoughts buzzed with thoughts of something I had only read about, I wanted to pleasure Dex the same way he had pleasured me the day before. Pushing down my slight feelings of insecurity I reached down to unbuckle my seatbelt, turning towards him in my seat and trailing my hand up to the belt stationed firmly around his hips.

“What are you doing?” Dex’s voice sounded even deeper this time, but I didn’t respond.

Making quick work of his belt and zipper I slide my hand into his pants, working his black boxer briefs down a bit to get more access to his cock before fully pulling him out. Even only half hard, his dick seemed huge in my grasp. It’s girth completely unable to be contained in my fingers and the length of him perfectly proportioned with the rest. It was the first time I got a real look at his cock and the sight of the perfectly cut, dripping head had my mouth watering.

I stroked him a few times, coaxing him into full hardness before lowering my head and taking a tentative lick from root to tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Rosie.” Dex spat out, his breathing going shallow. “You’re gonna make me crash this fucking car.”

I chuckled before laying a wet kiss to the top of his dick, dipping my tongue into the little slit there and tasting his precum on my tongue. The taste was salty and heady but not at all unpleasant. Craving more, I took him into my mouth, wetly swirling my tongue around the head. Letting my spit ease the way, I worked my hand up and down his hot shaft.

Dex’s large hand moved off the steering wheel to rest on the back of my neck. “That’s right, sweetheart, get it wet.”

My pussy thrummed between my thighs at his encouragement. I paid no attention to my uncomfortable position or the prospect of ruining my new dress as I sloppily worked his cock with my mouth. Switching between working the shaft with my lips and tongue and coaxing more of his hot come out him.

The man beneath me let out a steady stream of groans and pants, completely unafraid to let me know just how much I was pleasing him. “Are you going to let me fuck that pretty mouth, Rosie?”

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