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"Baby...I'm all about making dreams a reality," he quipped through a strained voice. She was obviously having an effect on him. It took no time at all for Angie to learn the touch he preferred. Not too hard or too light. No nails, teeth or too tight a squeeze on his balls. She could probably get him to orgasm with just a stroke but was oh so good with her mouth and pussy that Derek does what it takes for a visit from one or the other.

The hand that had smacked her ass took a handful of hair and tugged down to move her face upward, exposing her neck for Derek to move his mouth against. A combination of lips, tongue, and teeth worked against her skin while two fingers slipped further between her legs, leaving the palm of his hand to rub her pierced clit and his digits working like a dipstick in her walls. "And I had a dream that you came once before even making it to bed."

She's not sure what sends more chills down her spine, the way he sounds now, all tight and tense or when he drops his voice into the deepest octaves just because he knows what it does to her. Angela runs her thumb over the very tip of his cock, feeling the wetness gathered here and aching to have it in her mouth sooner rather than later.

Those sharp teeth of his are definitely going to leave marks on her throat, but it surely wouldn't be the first time and now isn't the time Angela gives a shit about it except she doesn't want him to stop. The constant onslaught of his hands and mouth are rushing her to the edge faster than she expected and it's only a matter of time before he has her losing it.

"Only once? Sounds like a nightmare." The words barely make it out, but her intentions are clear: he better not just stop at one.

Her correction came in the form of a forceful push inside her walls and tug of her hair. "Before making it to bed. A lot more had you coming after," he bantered with his voice dropping to that primal pitch that was nearly a growl after having his way with her neck.

Derek was torn between guiding her down to take his cock in her mouth so he could last longer once inside her walls and just ramming up in her right there and then. She felt so wet at his fingers. Angela spoiled him. He never had a lover who was ready at the drop of a dime months into fooling around.

As long as he keeps it exciting and keeps her coming like he does, Derek will never have to worry about Angela setting him aside whenever he's in need. After all, look how she's soaking his hand, practically dripping down his palm, as she comes for him, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms just so she can stop her knees from buckling underneath her.

They have time for more than one round tonight and she wouldn't blame him if he can't hold back from the heat and tightness of her pussy. In any case, she wouldn't be able to wipe the smug smile that's destined for her face.

There was a hunger in him lately. His drive seemed insatiable. Sex always posed a good distraction from life's problems, even those problems brought upon himself. Those were the only troubles he suffered in Eudio. Running from his feelings back home and finding himself in the same position again in Cuddle City.

He took the handful of moisture and coated the head of his cock that had been in her hand. His other hand had turned Angela to face away from him. There wasn't a better moment to take her from behind. Her knees were weak and he'd take a firm hold of her hips to keep Angie upright. "Maybe I'll go for two before getting you in bed," he growled while lubing the rest of his cock between her folds before filling her to the hilt.

Angela could certainly agree with him on how sex serves great as something else to do than thinking their about their poor life, but that would require them to do anything else but constantly bang each other's brains out every time they saw each other.

They're smack dab in the middle of her living and Angela can't even find something solid and stable to hold on for dear life. She has to put all her trust in Derek's strength, into him to hold her steady as he drives home inside her. The stretch is fast and filling, enough to make Angela arch up on her tiptoes with a loud sharp gasp before she finds a decent group of words to bite back at Derek.

"I want three."

"Yes, Ma'am."

With that, his body resembled a jackhammer; a strong and steady slamming into her body until sweat started rolling down his skin. It was the middle of winter but Angela probably kept her place at a good temperature. The dampness of skin made him tighten his grip on her hips for a surehold. It also made for a loud smacking sound when their bodies connected. Derek had let go to slap her ass, feeling a sting on his hand that almost made him question if he'd used too much strength.

After enough thrusts to make his own legs feel as if they might cramp up, he reached for a handful of hair and tugged Angie back by the grasp. His teeth bit into her neck while arms wrapped around to hold her back tight against his chest. The angle pressed the head of his cock toward her g-spot though he couldn't get the more deep reaching thrusts. "Is that three? Sounds a lot like three to me," he quipped huskily.

His arms picked up where his hips left off by literally picking her body up and letting gravity take control of the descent. Derek was careful not to give her a heimlich in the process. However, he did continue to fuck her while making their way to her bedroom.

Fuck, she's not only going to feel this in the morning, she'll feel it in mere hours. Something about Derek seems off, much rougher and needier than usual, like he's been backed up for weeks on end. That doesn't make sense to her since Angela, if she was in a thinking position, would remember they've been fucking on what is almost a daily basis at this point.

At this moment, it doesn't matter anyway since she's lost any sense she had at the beginning of the night to the explosive orgasms that hit her one after the other without as much as a breath in between. She asked for three and she's leaving with four as he leads her to the bedroom with his teeth pressed into her throat. She can't do anything at the moment just let him take everything from her sweat slick body and moan breathlessly about it.

Over the holidays, it had been a daily basis. He'd been bold enough to drop in sometimes twice a day--happy to play the part of his side business (handyman) if Angela might have had company. There were a number of women he slept with in Eudio but few could take what he dished out like she could. And the turmoil he had going on inside, Derek was doing a lot of dishing.

There was something very satisfying about leaving Angela at a loss for words. She usually had the upper hand on him, not that he'd readily admit that. Derek always felt he knew where they stood which he appreciated. There was no confusion over what they were in Eudio for or what they were doing together. It was a simple and delicious arrangement. One on even ground with no questions answered that he didn't want to answer.

Strong arms set her onto the foot of the bed and waited to see if she wanted more or if it was time for a different position. One where she assumed more control.

[Angela has zero clue about Derek's inner turmoil, just like he has no idea about hers, the one she's kept secret since day one in Eudio, the one she fucks as hard as she can to forget. Has it worked? Mostly. It's quite difficult to consider how your last official relationship dissolved when another man is drilling the absolute life out of you.

The tables have turned and Angela's the one left a wreck on the bed. Her hair is all over the place, sticking to every bit of wet skin it comes into contact with, and it takes her a moment to pull her brain back together from the mush Derek left it in to turn her head and give him a crooked grin.]

Are we still counting?

[Oh, if he thought four was enough, he's got the wrong girl.]

"Three," he huskily replied while damn near slithering over her like a snake at her question. His stamina is adrenaline based. "Or maybe four." The words were uttered as he took a push-up stance over her body. It was nice moving from the upright position. His hips rocked to give his cock some friction against her skin while also teasing everything between her legs. The head of his dick could go forward or back, staying slick with their combined excitement.

"I wanna put my fingers through your hair, wrap me up in your legs, and love you till your eyes roll back. I'm tryin' to put you to bed, bed, bed…" The song randomly had popped up in his head so it spilled out of his lips. It was a perk to be with Angela who not only was from the same world but roughly the same period of time. Derek wasn't much of a singer. His deep voice was naturally at an octave lower than J. Holiday, even deeper in the midst of sex.

However, he wasn't about to serenade her with more than the few verses, especially his proclivity of not being able to carry a tune for long. (Even if that made it half the fun for him at times--this wasn't one of those times.) "I have it in my mind for you to hit five before I go. Can you handle that?" he teased through an impish grin and dark eyes that were still filled with want for her. His libido (and hers) could put the average horny teenager to shame.

Of course Angela snorts at Derek's attempt to serenade her with an all too familiar song, but she has to admit, she would like those lyrics to be brought to life. Might as well put them into motion by flipping onto her back and wrapping her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together, and opening herself up to him again. All he has to do and let her hand guide his dick back into her pussy instead of just teasing it.

"I can definitely handle that, but the real question is, can you actually do that?" she taunts, nipping at his earlobe before sinking her teeth into the curve of his neck. Angela is absolutely sure Derek can--with proof in the recent past that he can get her to hit five and more--but there's nothing wrong with encouraging him to prove his worth in her bed.

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>_< My bad! That last tag wasn't fully finished. Karma for trying to write smut at work.

tsk tsk tsk!

hush that fuss

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