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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.

[thenormalsquint]

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.]

[trenchknives]

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.]

[thenormalsquint]

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.]

[trenchknives]

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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

Jesus... just like that, yes.

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[He may not be quite as loud as she is, but his responding groans aren't exactly quiet, either, and he buries his face against her collarbone for a moment as he continues to thrust into her, unable to avoid biting and nibbling at her skin a little.]

Fuck, this is too goddamn good...

[thenormalsquint]

Harder. Harder, please. Make me come, Jimmy.

[He has her pleading already, soft whines mixing with the thumping of her body against the wall, free hand pulling at his hair. There's a suspicious coiling in her belly, slow and hot, and she needs it to break. She needs him to get her to that point where it breaks.]

[trenchknives]

[He wants nothing more than to make her come again, remember the way her body had felt trembling against him as she'd come before, and his hand slips between them, finding enough space between their bodies to rub between her legs even as he keeps up his hard rhythm, stroking her as he closes his eyes to concentrate on nothing bu the pleasure. He can't even conjure up the words to respond adequately, so he doesn't, just lets his quick and ragged breathing speak for him.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Words are impossible now. All he's going to get in return for his work is panting breaths and those breathless moans from earlier. Her eyes are twisted shut as she lets him work her body all over, feeling things tighten as she rolls her hips towards him. It almost feels too much to contain inside of her, like it's right under her skin threatening to burst out.]

[trenchknives]

[He can feel her body respond, can feel the way she moves her hips in response to his fingers, and he doesn't let up his motions, stroking her and thrusting into her rhythmically, wanting to push her over the edge. He knows she's right there, that she's close, and that spurs him on, panting against her shoulder as he does so.]

[thenormalsquint]

[He doesn't push her as much as throw her over the edge and she's coming around him, body stiffening as she pulls his head closer to her neck, holding on for dear life. The tremors start in her thighs, make their way down to her toes and then back up to the rest of her body until she's stuttering his name breathlessly.]