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I smirked madly as her hips arched up against my questing fingers and her voice barely came out above a hoarse moan telling me it had been too long. Angel was always one to neglect the women most important in his life, always giving time to the werewolves and demented little messengers sent by Wolfram & Hart. He had a fine piece right in front of him and he brooded half the time he was around her when he could be doing things like I was doing now. My fingertip gently stroked across a sensitive bundle of nerves that shot her hips off the desk violently. She was warm and delicious and I planned on taking my time with her and screw the fact that someone might come in, that'd only add to the kink value. A little bit of kink every now and then all the time really in my case never hurt anyone and apparently Cordelia Chase was totally enjoying it.
"For a woman so worried about someone coming in." I murmured against the warm hollow of her throat as my fingers continued to stroke against her hungry need. I could barely hold myself back from just pressing between her thighs and ramming myself inside her so deep her eyes would roll up in her head and leave you wondering if they'd return. Her hips were still lifting and falling against my hand and her breath was coming in ragged gasps and high pitches. I pulled my fingers from inside her panties and climbed off the desk watching her carefully, her desperate eyes wondering what I was doing why I was leaving her there. I ran my hands up her thighs and watched as they disappeared under her skirt that was already bunched up high enough for a good view, fingertips hooked around the edges of her panties and slowly I pulled them off from her.
"Not so worried anymore are you?" I whispered as I gently pulled her down the desk toward me. She really was a delicious little thing and I was about to discover it for my own. I had managed somehow between pulling her down the desk and her thighs squeezing tightly at my hips to undo my pants, my need ever present as I pressed my way deep inside her. She was going to be mine in more ways than one, she could be my firework finale as she disappeared from the sight of the gang. I could take her from them, take her far away and make her dark and wicked like me. Wouldn't they be so upset? Who the fuck cared I thought as my fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as I began thrusting my way in and out of her tortorously slow. This was Heaven I decided and even though I'd never get to appreciate Heaven? Cordelia Chase would suffice.
[open to Cordelia and eventually Faithy and her tasty little baby]
I smirked madly as her hips arched up against my questing fingers and her voice barely came out above a hoarse moan telling me it had been too long. Angel was always one to neglect the women most important in his life, always giving time to the werewolves and demented little messengers sent by Wolfram & Hart. He had a fine piece right in front of him and he brooded half the time he was around her when he could be doing things like I was doing now. My fingertip gently stroked across a sensitive bundle of nerves that shot her hips off the desk violently. She was warm and delicious and I planned on taking my time with her and screw the fact that someone might come in, that'd only add to the kink value. A little bit of kink every now and then all the time really in my case never hurt anyone and apparently Cordelia Chase was totally enjoying it.
"For a woman so worried about someone coming in." I murmured against the warm hollow of her throat as my fingers continued to stroke against her hungry need. I could barely hold myself back from just pressing between her thighs and ramming myself inside her so deep her eyes would roll up in her head and leave you wondering if they'd return. Her hips were still lifting and falling against my hand and her breath was coming in ragged gasps and high pitches. I pulled my fingers from inside her panties and climbed off the desk watching her carefully, her desperate eyes wondering what I was doing why I was leaving her there. I ran my hands up her thighs and watched as they disappeared under her skirt that was already bunched up high enough for a good view, fingertips hooked around the edges of her panties and slowly I pulled them off from her.
"Not so worried anymore are you?" I whispered as I gently pulled her down the desk toward me. She really was a delicious little thing and I was about to discover it for my own. I had managed somehow between pulling her down the desk and her thighs squeezing tightly at my hips to undo my pants, my need ever present as I pressed my way deep inside her. She was going to be mine in more ways than one, she could be my firework finale as she disappeared from the sight of the gang. I could take her from them, take her far away and make her dark and wicked like me. Wouldn't they be so upset? Who the fuck cared I thought as my fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as I began thrusting my way in and out of her tortorously slow. This was Heaven I decided and even though I'd never get to appreciate Heaven? Cordelia Chase would suffice.
[open to Cordelia and eventually Faithy and her tasty little baby]