[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[He certainly has it in him to be rough, and it's getting pretty hard to resist doing so now that he's got her up against the wall like this. His hands run down her body, and then wrap around her, putting his hands underneath her ass -- and what a lovely ass it is -- as lifting her up effortlessly.]
[Impatience is one of her best virtues and instead of waiting for him to guide her onto him, she reaches down between them and grips his cock, angling it just right, just so that all she needs to do is shift her hips forward a little and the very tip of it is pressing at her entrance.]
[That works just fine for him, and he likes to see her eagerness; it only makes him more eager as he presses into her, not going particularly slowly -- any ability to take things slow he had vanished a long time ago -- groaning as he enters her.]
[It feels so damn good to have him inside her, stretching her, all the way deep. She brings an arm around his neck, hand hanging along his back where she digs her nails in as she hisses out her pleasure with her head tipped back against the wall.]
[When he thrusts his hips to finally get himself all the way inside of her, he can't help but bump her against the wall a little more roughly than he truly needs to -- but it seems to suit the pace she's setting, with those nails digging in, and he moans.]
[She gasps sharply, clearly out of pleasure, as she pushes her nails deeper and tightens her thighs around him. This is what she's been craving all night. For a long time.]
[It's what he's been wanting since the moment he laid eyes on her, and given her response, he does it again, a little harder this time, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of her nails leaving obvious marks in his skin.]
[Right here, by the door, anybody walking past her apartment can definitely hear her crying out and cursing with every thrust of his hips. They know his name is Jimmy by the way Angela moans it as he drives into her. Somebody is definitely having a fine night in apartment three.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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C'mon. I wanna fuck you.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Jesus... just like that, yes.
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