Merciful Angel
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: MERCIFUL ANGEL
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Angelo Marquetti was bone-tired. He had spent the last thirty hours on a stake out
that ended with the arrest of several well-known city officials for drug trafficking
charges. The case had been in the works for ten long months with Angel working
undercover for the last six. Now it was finally over and it wasn’t too soon for him.
Tonight all he wanted was a hot shower, a cold beer and a soft bed, all three of
which were awaiting him just down the hall in his apartment. He had been tempted
to join his partner and a few of the other cops for a few beers at one of the local
bars frequented by his peers and filled with women who were always willing to
serve them in any and every way they desired. Tomorrow he probably would go
since he hadn’t had sex in longer than he cared to think about due to the time he
had spent undercover.
He was three feet from his door when the first scream ripped through the air and
he heard running feet inside the apartment across from his. Angel reached beneath
his leather jacket and pulled his 9mm Smith & Wesson from the shoulder holster
he wore. By the time the second scream came, followed by scuffling noises, he
was ready. With one solid kick of his size thirteen boots the apartment door
splintered and flew open. Angel filled the doorway with his six-foot-four frame, gun
steady in his hand as his steel grey eyes took in the shocking sight before him.
A goddess stood on the dining room table wrapped in nothing but a damp blue
towel that she clutched together over the most impressive breasts Angel had ever
seen. She had to be at least a D-cup. He could see the softness of her thighs and
the shadow of her cleft as the towel shimmied with every movement she made.
Her long blonde hair hung down her back in waves reaching to the lush ass barely
hidden from him. The thought of all that silky hair draping over him, his chest, his
stomach, his cock as she sucked him with those plump lips of hers had him
swelling hot and hard in his snug jeans.
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Angelo Marquetti was bone-tired. He had spent the last thirty hours on a stake out
that ended with the arrest of several well-known city officials for drug trafficking
charges. The case had been in the works for ten long months with Angel working
undercover for the last six. Now it was finally over and it wasn’t too soon for him.
Tonight all he wanted was a hot shower, a cold beer and a soft bed, all three of
which were awaiting him just down the hall in his apartment. He had been tempted
to join his partner and a few of the other cops for a few beers at one of the local
bars frequented by his peers and filled with women who were always willing to
serve them in any and every way they desired. Tomorrow he probably would go
since he hadn’t had sex in longer than he cared to think about due to the time he
had spent undercover.
He was three feet from his door when the first scream ripped through the air and
he heard running feet inside the apartment across from his. Angel reached beneath
his leather jacket and pulled his 9mm Smith & Wesson from the shoulder holster
he wore. By the time the second scream came, followed by scuffling noises, he
was ready. With one solid kick of his size thirteen boots the apartment door
splintered and flew open. Angel filled the doorway with his six-foot-four frame, gun
steady in his hand as his steel grey eyes took in the shocking sight before him.
A goddess stood on the dining room table wrapped in nothing but a damp blue
towel that she clutched together over the most impressive breasts Angel had ever
seen. She had to be at least a D-cup. He could see the softness of her thighs and
the shadow of her cleft as the towel shimmied with every movement she made.
Her long blonde hair hung down her back in waves reaching to the lush ass barely
hidden from him. The thought of all that silky hair draping over him, his chest, his
stomach, his cock as she sucked him with those plump lips of hers had him
swelling hot and hard in his snug jeans.