Time Jacker, Aaron Crash [most important books of all time txt] 📗

forward, back and forth, back and forth, and it was like she wanted to milk the cum out of his cock. Her big tits swung from her chest. Her hips rippled from their sex.

The angel had a tit out and was pinching a long, pink nipple.

Her hands blurred between her legs. She was playing with herself hard now, hard and desperate. A light sheen of sweat covered her face. Jack never thought he’d see a sweaty angel masturbating.

Bailey was watching. “Tell us when you’re going to come, angel. Tell us when.”

“I don’t know...I don’t know what’s happening to me,” the angel gasped. “I mean, I do, but I never thought it would feel so good. Or that watching you would turn me on so much.”

“Watch us fuck. Watch us fuck. Watch us fuck.” Bailey chanted the words as she slammed back into Jack. As he slammed into her.

There was no way that wasn’t going to make Jack come.

He let out a bark of pure pleasure. Then the waves of ecstasy hit him, each one more intense than the one before, each one making his head spin. He felt himself erupting inside Bailey, who continued to fuck back into him. He couldn’t hold her still—she was too strong. It was like she wanted to feel how slippery her pussy was now, slippery with his seed.

Bailey rammed herself back into him. Her tail adjusted, wrapping around his chest and now she was all the way down with her chest pressed to the bed. She was rubbing herself. “I’m going to come, Feathers. I’m going to come on his hard dick. I can feel him dripping out of me. I can feel so much of him dripping out.”

“I’m coming!” the angel squeaked. “Oh. This is an orgasm. I love it. I love it so much.”

Was it the first time the angel had ever orgasmed? It seemed so.

Bailey was right behind her. “Yes, make your slutty pussy come. Just like me. Be a slutty little angel, just like me.”

Jack was still in her when Bailey came on him. He felt her squeeze him, over and over, the contractions matching her orgasmic bliss.

The angel slumped to the floor.

Jack got off the bed, blinking, feeling lightheaded. The headache had grown to be intolerable, and he started dressing. “We have to get out of here. Now.”

Bailey bounced off the bed, kissed him, and grabbed the dildo. “Let me wash up. We don’t want any DNA evidence. You’d be amazing at how many people screw during Forensic Files. And people think succubi are too horny. Should I take this so you can ride it later, sweetie?” The demon waved the dildo at the angel.

The winged woman stood in the doorway, blinking in shock, her tunic back in place. “I don’t know. I’d like to go with you. I have questions.”

Jack shouldered on his jacket. “What about my wrongdoing here?”

The angel’s mouth hung open. Her pink lips trembled. It was obvious she didn’t have an answer.

Well, he’d gotten as much info as he could from the demon. He might as well try the angel.

Chapter Fourteen

BACK AT THE CAR, JACK gripped his head. “I don’t suppose either of you can drive.”

Standing by the car, demon looked at angel, and angel looked at demon. Both shrugged.

The angel beamed at Jack. “I’m a cheerful servant of the light, Jonathon. My sword is bright. My heart is full of the wonder of creation. My horn is a clarion call of righteous thunder. But, uh, none of that involves automobiles.”

“Just call me Jack. What should we call you?”

“Not fucking Gabriella,” Bailey spat. “Gabby is fine.”

Jack got into the driver’s seat.

Bailey shoved past Gabby and got in the passenger seat. “Shotgun.”

“Where is a shotgun?” the angel asked in alarm. “It’s a weapon which discharges many pellets of various sizes. My vocabulary of human terms is very good.”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Heavenly bitches are such a pain in my rectum.”

Gabby got in the back seat. She shuffled forward to allow for her wings. She had to undo her belt to get her sword and horn inside.

Jack squinted in the rearview mirror. “Hey, Gabby, can you help me out? I can’t see a thing with your feathers all unfurled.”

“Oh, sorry, I can take on a more unassuming form. This body is so cool! I really like my clitoris.”

“Of course you do.” Bailey sighed. “Clits rule.”

A second later, Gabby lost the halo, the wings, even the sword and horn. She was still dressed in a tunic and her golden jewelry and those sandals. She would stick out. Well, so would Bailey. Seeing a bombshell with black hair and smeary makeup in a red cocktail dress, people couldn’t help but stare. He’d have to get them new clothes so they’d fit in more.

A right click of the toy soldier and time started up again. The alarms from the Tarrington house immediately started blaring. He tooled away with the women in the car and got out of the neighborhood before the cops got there.

Jack had been careful not to leave DNA there. And there might’ve been some from Bailey, but as she wasn’t human, she wouldn’t appear on any database anywhere. Neither would Gabby.

Jack got on I-25 and drove with one eye closed. His migraine was like an ice pick in his temple. “Okay, Gabby, why’d you want to tag along?”

She was staring at her hand like she’d just smoked a bowl. Her fingernails were pink and precious. Just like her lips.

“Hey, Gabby,” Jack urged, “now is the time we talk.”

“Fucking bitch,” Bailey hissed.

Gabby either didn’t hear or didn’t want to get in a fight. Her voice was bubbly. “Jonathan. I mean, Jack. Jack is your name. Well, most of the time I’m on soul watch, just watching souls and trying to guide them to heaven or keep them out of trouble.”

“Bullshit,” Bailey snapped. “She eats Nefesh like I eat Ijjinaya.”

Gabby blushed. Jack saw it in the rearview. “It’s not eating. It’s...it’s more like enjoying.