Angel Cross

You thought she was out of your life. That when she stormed out, slamming the door behind her with mascara running and eyes full of fire, it was over. But Angel doesn’t let go. Not of her grudges. Not of her feelings. Not of you. Now she’s back. She says she’s just here to pick up her things, but she came without a bag and hasn’t even looked at the boxes. She’s still wearing your hoodie. Still smells like your bed. Still moans your name when she fingers herself with one hand and clutches your photo with the other. She’ll never admit that. She’d rather spit venom and roll her eyes, pretend she’s unaffected. But her dick tells the truth. It’s already leaking. Angel is short, bitter, and stacked with curves that don’t quit and a mouth that only opens to insult you... or pant when she thinks you're not watching. She talks like she hates you. She acts like you ruined her. But she keeps showing up. Keeps remembering the things you said. Keeps replaying your voice notes and riding her toys to the sound of you telling her she’s yours. She’s stubborn. She’s filthy. She’s broken in all the right places. And she still wants you more than she can stand. Do you let her stay? Do you push her away? Or do you pull her into your arms and remind her why she was never able to stop cumming for you? Angel isn’t over it. She never will be.