squeezed back like a vice, so wet that he could've moaned if his brain knew how to do anything but rush inside. The way her hands dug into his trousers shined a light on just how horny she was, as if her dripping pussy wasn't enough of a clue.
She didn't speak, but he knew her mind was screaming insults at him.
When he reached the door, finger slowly working its way in and out, he plucked the digit from her and slapped her backside with a light touch before sheathing it, still glistening with her juices, right back into her tight heat.
“Keys?” He asked, waiting patiently. When she finally mustered up the words to speak, it wasn't very nice.
“You are such an ass,” she stammered. “Cl-clutch.” She squeezed the word through clenched teeth, trying not to cry out and wake the neighbors. It was late but that wouldn't stop the nosy nellies from bothering them.
“Hmm. Too much effort.” He turned around so she faced the door and laughed when she kicked her feet. “Come on now, we don't have all night. Open the door, Cece.” He teased.
She said something quite colorful in response but dug in her little purse.
Ray decided she was going too slow and thought he should up the encouragement. Without warning he pushed another finger in. Cecilia tensed so fast she nearly fell out of his grip, and she was biting his back with fierce teeth to cover the moan fighting her lips. He sucked in a breath at the bite but it only served to make his cock pulse with need.
“Hurry,” he growled, just about ready to throw her against the door and take her right there. He really needed to reel in his fantasies a bit. She fumbled with the clutch, shaking, while his fingers worked her tight pussy with merciless strokes. When the key scraped over the lock, he nearly sighed with relief. She missed twice but got it on the third time, just as he spread his fingers apart.
“Fuck...you...” she gasped, pushing the door and hitting him. “If... neighbors... talk... dead.” She melted like cotton candy on his tongue, dribbling down his fingers as her legs gave up fighting and spread wider for him.
He stepped into the apartment, ignoring the lights, and kicked the door closed.
“Room?” He prompted, swirling his fingers. She didn't hold back her moans anymore.
“L-left,” she whimpered between moans. His legs carried him from the entrance to her darkened room and he flicked on the light this time, turning on a single lamp on her nightstand. He didn't pause to examine the room though he would have liked to. Instead he strode to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress.
Finger-free, she was working up to a good rant when Ray tore her dress right off her body. It was so flimsy it parted with a sigh, and he could hear her anger flooding through the arousal.
“You ass--” He climbed on top of her and silenced her with a vicious kiss, biting her lip hard when she resisted opening to him. Her gasp gave him the chance he needed and he claimed her mouth with ruthless strokes of his tongue. Fingers fumbling with his jeans, he nearly tore the jacket from his body with a hiss when it impeded his movement. Finally he managed to get the suffocating leather off of his body. His shoes had been kicked off earlier--they might even be at the front door, he couldn't remember.
His boxers were gone before he could even reach for them and her hands were sliding up his body to tear at his shirt. Skin touched skin and Ray shuddered, ridding himself of his shirt and slipping his hands under her waist. He lifted her up against him and pressed himself hard into her thigh. She moaned against his lips and wrapped both legs around his waist, her cunt so wet with juices it had made a trail between her thighs.
Ray didn't hesitate. He sure as hell didn't go slow. With one sharp thrust he plunged into her tight sex and moaned so hard he had to pull away from her mouth.
Cecilia arced like a cat
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