Mr. Big Dick Can Pay!

Richie’s broke and stressing hard—he can’t swing another month for the room and it’s got him twisted up. Angel Reed sees it on his face and shoots him a look that says she’s got the fix. Straight up: she’ll suck his cock and he stays rent-free. No bullshit, just her pretty mouth working his dick whenever the hell she wants. Cocky little smile, heat behind her eyes. Richie’s trying to play it cool, but that offer’s already got him stiffening in his shorts. She drops to her knees, wet tongue sliding up the shaft, no hesitation, lips wrapping tight around the head like she’s been thinking about this for days. Richie’s breathing sharper now, hands planted on the wall behind her while she throats him deeper, spit slicking down over his balls. She sucks loud, messy, cocky as hell, popping off just long enough to smirk up at him. “Room’s yours,” she says, then swallows him right back down till her nose brushes his stomach. Deal signed in spit and sweat, and Richie sure as hell isn’t going anywhere.