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F E A T U R E D F I C O F T H E M O M E N T
INDEX
BRE'S ARCHIVE
AUTHOR'S ARCHIVE
INTERACTIVE
AUTHOR
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 R E P U T A T I O N S O F T H E W I C K E D S E R I E S B Y B R E P A R T O N E B Angel Roarke couldn’t take his eyes off her the moment she walked in. She was beautiful, glowing even. Her golden hair was flowing down her straight back as she moved around. She had on a tight white tank top that emphasized her ample breasts to perfection. He could see her delicious curves and her pert nipples as they stood out from the obvious temperature change in the club. She moved with grace, her short skirt showing off the perfect amount of tanned leg as she walked in on high heels that seemed to add more than a couple of inches. She pushed through the crowd, placing her hand strategically on men’s biceps and chests, the perfect move meant to capture attention and keep it as she walked, her hips moving to the beat of the loud music that bounced off the walls. His eyes never left her as she finally reached the bar and reached over, causing her tank to ride low as she ordered her drink. She was soon given a martini glass that she drank in one large gulp. She was grinning and obviously flirting with the bartender and Angel wondered how many men had visited her bed. She then proceeded to move out to the dance floor, not leaving any money for her drinks, as she had proceeded to order two more before leaving. Angel watched her with dark eyes as she placed herself in the middle of the large dance crowd. She periodically pulled men forward, dancing with them, allowing them to touch her before pushing them away. Most of their hands would wander down and cup her ass before she pushed them away. She always playfully smacked the hands that wandered to close to her chest. Angel continued watching her for the rest of his stay at the club, his eyes only leaving her to talk to his friends or flirt with some girls. But they always strayed back to her. There was something about her that he couldn’t understand. But then again he didn’t really want to. He just wanted to watch her, see what she was doing or what the hell she was about when she let so many men crawl all over her body as if she was ready to let them jump all over her. Angel spent a good part of his time where he sat at his table contemplating whether or not he should approach her when she obviously had the attention of many more. Then she broke from the crowd and moved to the bar once more. The male bartender from before had been exchanged with a woman and she produced the money she needed to pay for her fourth glass of alcohol. Angel moved forward. What luck he had. He had only been in the club for one reason and that was because his half brother had dragged him there, anxious for his partying mate back. Angel had taken a nosedive after he had found his girlfriend of three years in bed with another man. He had gone crazy and beat the shit out of the man. The stranger had left limping and Angel had only stopped his yelling when Faith punched him in the face. She had then broken up with him before he got the chance to and he had went on to spend most of his days in his living room, vowing to everything he could think of that he wouldn’t get into another relationship with the opposite sex unless it was as completely meaningless to her as it would be for him. But, god help him, he couldn’t resist himself when he finally stood next to her. Her hair was curling slightly at the ends and her face shone from the perspiration she had gathered when she had been dancing. She turned to face him, her face blank and her eyes shuttered. She merely stared at him as he spoke. It took almost four minutes for her to agree to leave with him, but under one condition, they go to his house and the obvious fact that this would definitely be a one deal time. Angel didn’t mind. As long as he got her into his bed. He didn’t need his emotions playing tricks with him. Not anymore. No more relationships. He was a free man from those things and intended on staying on that way. She grabbed his hand and lead him to the door. Angel didn’t give a second thought to his brother. Spike had brought the car, so he didn’t really give a damn what he did. They both got into her silver Volvo and she drove according to his directions, neither mentioning it when she swerved slightly every few moments due to the alcohol. They finally reached his apartment and dumbly noted that his car was still parked in the garage from where he could see as he guided her up the stairs. “The elevator is broken,” he grunted, his hand clasping hers as they walked up the stairs, Angel pulling her behind him. She merely nodded. Producing a set of keys, he proceeded to unlock his door before turning around, having barely opened it. They stared at each other as Angel asked the question, “What’s your name?” She didn’t smile. “Buffy. And you?” “Angel.” No other words were spoken then as they entered his large studio apartment. Angel immediately discarded his shirt and helped her as she removed her tank top, leaving her topless. He merely glanced at her chest appreciatively and she didn’t seem to mind that that was all he did, unlike Faith. She would have bitched that he didn’t pay enough attention to her. Angel wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, his mouth moving to cover hers before she dodged them. “No kissing.” Angel only nodded. He didn’t mind. It was probably definitely better. As long as she was in his bed, he would be fine. His mouth latched onto her neck, his tongue sneaking out to caress her skin as she ran her hands over his body. Her nimble fingers found the button to his jeans as she quickly undid it, then the zipper. She pushed them further down his hips before her hand disappeared into his boxers. Angel groaned against her neck as she cupped his hardening cock in her small hand. Angel’s hand shot up to her breast as she started stroking him. She moaned when his thumb brushed over her hard nipple. Pushing her back, Angel felt the large bed and picked her up, depositing her before climbing over her. He felt her thighs squeezing around the leg he had insinuated between her legs as she moved against it, moaning softly. Angel ran his hand down her body, reaching the end of her skirt where he reached up underneath it and felt her soft panties. He slipped his fingers under them, beginning to slide them down. Angel sat up, feeling her hands slip from where they had rested on his shoulders. He pulled her panties down, her legs immediately rising to allow him to slip them off over her shoes. He threw them to the side and she opened her legs before holding her arms out to him. Before he fell down on her, he leaned over her and into his night stand drawer, grabbing the first package his fingers touched. Pulling back away from her, he saw her arms drop to the mattress as she waited for him patiently. Angel rolled his boxers down his hips, pushing his jeans down further. His large erection popped out and he saw Buffy watch him with guarded eyes as he ripped the package open and roll the rubber on. Satisfied that he wouldn’t be putting either of them in immediate danger, he proceeded to crawl back over her body, feeling her legs come up to cradle his hips as he finally pushed into her, not waiting. She cried out, whether in pain or pleasure, Angel didn’t know. But didn’t proceed to think about it. If she was willing to give her body to men for free, then who was he to argue such a simple gift. Burying his head in the crook of her neck, he began a hard pace that had his hips slamming into hers. Her wet heat enveloped him perfectly as he thrust into her waiting body, her hips immediately moving to the rhythm he had set up. An eternity could have passed and Angel wouldn’t have noticed, too involved in reaching his crisis. The woman beneath him ran her hands over his back, venturing down to his ass where she pushed him harder but he ignored her. Her strong vaginal muscles clenching his cock pushed ripples of pleasure through his body and he moaned into her neck. He felt her nails digging into his back, scraping down his skin as began thrusting harder. Lengthy pants and drawn out moans was all that sounded in the room as they worked each other, neither seeming to care about anything but reaching the point where nothing else mattered. As the time passed, it slowly began to be about her pleasure as Angel reached his crisis. He naturally angled his hips to hit her clit and she gasped in surprise, her hips changing to their own beat as she pushed her body to her climax, finally exploding right before Angel did, shooting his heavy seed into the condom as he groaned out loud in song with her keens of pleasure. She came once more as he fell onto her, his head landing squarely on her bare shoulder, causing him to wince as her bone dug into his temple before relaxing against it. He felt her body go completely limp beneath him, his eyes heavy with post-coital pleasure as his breathing returned to normal. He felt her chest moving slowly, her breaths deep and she sighed whenever she breathed back out. Angel lifted his head. The woman’s face was heavy with sleep as she sighed again. Cursing quietly and hoping that she would have simply left afterwards, wondering if it would have simply been easier, Angel climbed slowly off of her, unwilling to wake her nevertheless. Unrolling the condom from his limp penis, he tossed it in the nearby trash can before pulling his boxers back over his hips, disentangling his legs from the hard denim that he threw into the ever growing pile of dirty clothes. Looking back to his bed, he saw something that had never looked more beautiful. The little blonde was lying on the bed, one leg lifted so her glistening sex was still open for his view slightly hindered by her skirt. Her breasts rose with her chest and moved ever so slightly when she shifted. Her hair was obviously tousled a great deal from her writhing on the bed and he felt masculine pride deep within his self that it had been him that had put her to sleep, so exhausted from the round of what he was steadfastly deeming excellent sex. Shaking his head, he pushed all thoughts from his brain as he entered his bathroom, grabbing a glass of water and quickly brushing his teeth before exiting and climbing back into the bed next to her. She didn’t move an inch as he settled in, discarding his boxers, leaving him nude. Pulling the sheets over them both, he turned towards her and, without touching her, quickly fell asleep.
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