Page 66 of Steal My Heart

“Fuck, Remi!” Angelo moves his hips wildly, hot cum spurting inside me.

He collapses, both of us sweaty and spent.

“I was supposed to be able to walk tonight.” I giggle against his neck. His body weight’s heavy, but I don’t mind, not with my bones having liquified.

“No promises were made.” He smiles smugly as he raises up and slowly pulls out his cock. Cum leaks onto my inner thigh, and he groans low and slow. Rolling to his side, he props himself up with his elbow, rubbing circles into his handiwork on my thigh.

“You didn’t ask if I was on the pill,” I point out.

“Because I knew you were on the pill.”

“Is that your professionalpsychicopinion?” It’s my turn to mock him.

“Still waiting on that palm reading you owe me.” He takes our combined desire, and I gasp when he pushes it back inside me with his middle and index fingers.

“If you’ll kindly remove your fingers from my pussy, I’ll give you one,” I say, breathless.

“Kindly stop strangling my fingers with this greedy little pussy of yours, and I’ll remove them,” he counters.

Chapter Twenty

Angelo

Remi’s pussy has my fingers in a chokehold, not that I’m complaining. Nor is my cock, as it’s already gearing up for a second round.

A lovely pink creeps up her chest to her cheeks as she relaxes her pelvic muscles, and a smile tugs at my lips as I remove my fingers.

“Palm side up,” she tells me.

Ignoring her command, I move my fingers to her stomach, writing my name with our cum. I’ve never wanted to claim a woman before; never understood the desire.

I’m beginning to understand.

“Uh-hum.” She clears her throat. “When you’re finished with your art project, let me know.”

“Not an art project; a fucking masterpiece.” I examine my handiwork. Satisfying, yes, but the true masterpiece is Remi’s body. So soft and sweet and sinfully curvy.

She grabs my right hand with an exaggerated sigh, flipping it over, palm side up.

“You’ll have to explain this voodoo to me,” I tell her.

“Palmistry isn’t voodoo; that’s a whole other gris gris bag.”

“I’m sorry?”

“That was a joke. You know, a gris gris bag?”

I give her a blank look.

“Your social circle doesn’t include voodoo priestesses?” Remi purses her lips. “How boring for you.” She turns her attention to my palm. “There are four major lines: the heart line.” Her finger skates over my palm. “The head line.” She moves to another line, tracing the length of it. “Life line.” Moving her finger, she lightly touches it. “And the fate line.” Her finger pausing, she asks, “Is there a particular question you have in mind?”

“The situation with my brother.” My response surprises me.

“Hum.” She examines my palm again. “Your destiny line is pretty deep, meaning that you’ve been controlled by fate to a certain extent. But you also have a pretty dramatic break in your life line. Meaning an event that causes a big life change.”

“When does this event occur?”

“Dunno if this references a past or future event. That’s above my palmistry pay grade.”