Ecstasy of an Angel

An excerpt from Ecstasy of an Angel

"Got a Little Girl of My Own" played on the radio. Bill held Estra close, naked flesh to naked flesh, and felt his cock stirring again. Her ass rubbed against his dick, making him grow hard. But the little foreign girl was restless.

"I can't," she said softly. She meant again. The dawn light streamed in the little apartment window, throwing a cross on the floor. "I don't have long," the slender young thing murmured in her strange accent.

Estra threw off the sheet and turned off the radio. "They are coming for me," she said. Her eyes were wide and plaintive. She stood and paced the floor, naked and shameless, so young and slim.

Bill sat on the edge of the bed. "Who, honey? Who's coming?"

"The priests," the girl said. She began to dress.

"Honey, nobody can take you away," Bill said earnestly. He watched the angelic girl cover her lovely nakedness.

"They are coming now," she said, pulling on her dress. "If they ask for me, Estra or Hester or... or Eurabatres, tell— tell them nothing."

He went to her, tried to embrace her from behind, and ended up only putting his hands on her shoulders. She smiled, tho, and took his half-hard cock in her small hand. "I wish I could stay and have your pleasure again."

"Estra, what would priests want with you? You— You're not a nun, are you?"

Estra regarded him kindly. "No, darling. No— Not exactly." She turned away to the window and slipped into her shoes.

Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded outside in the corridor. Bill listened and heard male voices. When he turned back, Estra was gone, slipped out the window and down the fire escape, her light steps barely an echo in the alley.

A quick, hard knock came at the door.