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[What it does is get Angela cursing roughly against his mouth as she cants her legs wider, giving him more room, more access. He could make her come like this, Angela knows, and she is sure as hell not stopping him.]

[If she's not going to stop him, he's not going to stop himself. Maybe he wants to make her come like this, just to see her shaking with pleasure, just to get her making as much noise as he possibly can. It's not like he's going to be satisfied just making her come once, after all -- he's going to try to do it as many times as he can tonight.]

[She can't help herself now that the alcohol is beginning to warm her body through. With a hand cupping the back of his head, Angela begins riding his fingers, shifting her hips back and forth against his hand, forehead pressed against his, eyes closed as she begs him for what she needs.]

Don't stop, don't stop...

[He presses his forehead back against hers, steadying himself to try to ignore the rush of arousal that's coursing through him, too. Doing this to her is just reminding him how much else he wants, and he shifts a little to try to quell his own arousal and focus on her. With the way she's moving against his fingers, though, and the way he's touching her, all he wants is to make her come.]

[It doesn't take much, time or movement, for her to twist her fingers into the ends of his hair with short, halting breaths as her body shivers and shakes out of her control. She's past the point of any return, past the point where she can stop her body from reacting, from getting any wetter against his fingers, knees threatening to give out from underneath her.]

[He's more than happy to support some of her weight as her knees threaten to give out, smiling slightly, pressing his lips first against her mouth, then down, against her collarbone as he just lets her ride out the sensations, still enjoying the feeling of her shaking against him.]

[She's breathless with she laughs lightly, slowly recollecting herself as she lazily drags her fingers through his hair. It's nice and soft, something she'll enjoy playing with for a while.]

Really glad I got stood up tonight.

[He laughs, too, moving his lips away from her collarbone enough to speak, but still close enough to practically be touching her skin.]

Funny, I was just thinkin' the same thing.

I'm sure you were.

[Angela smirks as she pulls away and down, giving her knees a break in holding her up. She's sure this new position, kneeling down in front of him, his cock hovering right front of her lips where she wraps both hands around it as she sucks only the head, is a great one for his eyes.]

Wanna move this somewhere else?

[The choice is really up to him. If he wants to ram her up against the wall, Angela certainly will not turn him down ever. AS long as it's rough, he can take her anyway he wants to.]

[It's pretty damn hard for him to think with her kneeling in front of him like that, and the feeling of her mouth on his cock suddenly makes him take a deep breath before responding.]

I think I'd rather stay right here.

[Because ramming her up against the wall sounds like a good idea to him, the more he thinks about it, and he doesn't want to waste any time in moving to a different room. That would mean they'd have to stop touching, and it would definitely mean she'd be taking her mouth away -- he doesn't want that.]

[It's not something she wants to do either. So she takes her time tasting him, swirling her tongue around in circles, licking up pre-come wherever she finds it, hands stroking him down to the root with a slight twist at the end for a little creativity.]

Oh fuck, yeah, that feels good.

[It's not the most eloquent thing he could have said, but then, can you really blame him for not quite having the words to express just how good it feels? It feels even better because he hadn't been expecting something like this tonight, had been expecting to just drink away his sorrows and go back home. This is much preferable, and he closes his eyes, groaning, letting her taste and tease him.]

[She doesn't need actual poetry to know how to proceed. His body, his breathing, and those groans are giving her all the information Angela needs to know. He'll definitely enjoy it when she sucks with increased pressure, cheeks hollowing out as she reaches down to lightly drag the tips of her nails across his balls.]

[That'll get another mumbled curse from him, another groan, a little louder this time. He can't help shifting his hips, pressing into her mouth more, wanting her to take as much of him as she can. The combination of the way her mouth and fingers feel has him wanting to keep doing this, to not stop until he comes, but he knows better -- he knows he wants to fuck her up against that wall, too, and soon.]

[She's not going to take all of him just yet. First, she'll let go and release him from between her lips so she can drag her tongue across him down to where her fingers just were, lapping against the skin there to let him know she goes all the way. Nothing is forbidden. All he has to do is just say it.]

[Nothing forbidden is good, because in the mood he's in, he doesn't want to hold anything back. That's why, when she runs her tongue across his skin, he groans, but almost immediately turns it into words, twining a hand into her hair, not pulling exactly, but holding on.]

C'mon. I wanna fuck you.

I'm not done yet.

[The words come out on a half moan, her sensitive scalp reacting to the pressure of his grip. She's being defiant for a reason. She's really not done yet and maybe, just maybe, if she continues being stubborn, he might just pull her hair.]

Fuck, that ain't fair.

[But not fair is a good thing, and from the way he tightens his grip on her hair, he has a vague idea of what she's looking for. He's not sure how far he can push it, and he doesn't want to hurt her, but this all feels too damn good, and he's not sure he can take much more of it.]

I don't really care.

[Her eyes flutter shut for just a second or two when his fingers press in harder and she breathes the words out, sounding less stubborn than she was a few moments ago. It doesn't stop Angela from dipping her head forward again, though, sucking his cock back into her mouth in an attempt to take him down to the root. She likes the feeling and if it's too much, she won't hesitate to let him know.]

Yeah, I know you don't care it ain't fair, but...

[It's not like he's going to successfully finish a sentence when she takes him that deeply into her mouth, but his quickened breath and his groans should be enough to tell her just what's on his mind. He's not about to tug her away from what she's doing, but he still has a firm grip on her hair.]

[Too bad he's not. She was kind of hoping he would, just tug a little bit, give her a little thrill. She isn't a precious china doll that will shatter that easily. She's a tough woman who isn't scared to have sex with a complete stranger, to suck him down right by her front door, moaning around his cock because he has a tight hold on her hair and that's what gets her off.

But everybody can't always get what they want and maybe if there's a second time for them, she'll actually mention it. For now, she releases him from between her swollen lips, glossy with saliva, and glances up at him.]

Got a condom on you?

[If not, she'll have to pop into her bedroom for one.]

[He laughs, even though he groans slightly as she pulls away from his cock -- as much as he wants something else, something more, the feeling of her mouth on him had been pretty damn good, too, and the sudden absence of it is sorely missed.]

Yeah, of course I do. In my wallet.

[Not that he'd expected to be able to use it tonight, but he's not complaining, not by a long shot. He fumbles around for his wallet, not quite sure where he'd put it.]

[She's dying to sass him, tell him that he's the one who told her to stop. It's too late to complain about missing the blowjob. But really, Angela puts her mouth to better use working her way up his stomach, chest, back, arm, wherever she can find a patch of free skin to kiss as he fiddles around for the condom.]

[It's pretty hard to concentrate when she's kissing him like that, distracting him with her mouth, but he eventually finds the condom, and quickly gets it on, knowing that the faster he does it, the faster he'll be able to be doing what he really wants to. Once he's rolled it on, he turns back to her, running a hand across her bare skin, then pressing his body against hers, pressing her against the wall as he does so.]

[Her back hits the wall with a soft thud and she lift her brows, giving him a just mildly surprised look. A little less rough than she's used to so Angela's curious to see what Jimmy has in him.]

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