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He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything around him reminded him of her tight ass, her supple breasts that had the most delicious dusky nipples... or so he imagined. He had yet to experience that little perk... Even the goddamn fries were a cause for a hard on. Just the thought that she had touched them was enough to send him spiraling into a well of need and desire. Lust would be a more appropriate name for that feeling. Strong, hot lust roaring through my veins for that little woman. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her talking to some young teenage boys. She smiled flirtatiously, as if they hadn’t just gone done fucking against some lockers a few hours ago. She looked perfect. Not a mark on her beautiful skin nor a hair out of place. The skin underneath her clothes was a different story. Not paying attention to the mousy boy that was giving him instructions on how to use a grill - as if he didn’t know how to use a fucking grill - he allowed his brain to wander back to the delectable flesh that is Buffy. He could only imagine the scratches on his back. Just the thought shot shivers down his spine... “Hello? Are you even listening to me? ‘Cause if you aren’t, I could go be doing something better with my time.” Angel’s eyes refocused on the boy standing before him. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. He had a rich nest of freckles on his cheeks and nose and dark brown hair. It was an... odd mixture with his features. “I’m listening,” Angel said, keeping his boredom to a minimum. He needed the job. He needed the money if he was going to get out of his Mom’s house. And, plus, there was the fabulous bonus... “Good. Now, this dial...” Angel’s mind began to wander again as the boy spoke a mere ten words. Angel felt a hard tingling in the pit of his stomach at the memory of her strong vaginal walls clenching him and he felt his pants become noticeably tighter. Angel cursed. It was only ten in the morning. It was going to be a long fucking day. Without the fucking, he thought unhappily as Buffy moved towards the ladies room.
“Buffy.” Wesley was behind her in a quick second. Buffy looked behind her in surprise as she stilled her washing of the hamburger grill. “Yeah?” “I know that you’re opening tomorrow and that you do have a life but I need a favor.” Buffy lifted an eyebrow. She couldn’t count on her fingers and her toes put together how many times she had done Wesley a favor and stayed late for him. She always argued that she had a life to attend to, which was a sad lie. Sighing, she smiled. “I can stay, Wesley. Nothing going on tonight that can’t wait until tomorrow.” Wesley smiled at her gratefully. “Wonderful. The boys are at home and Lilah appears to have ran off again.” Buffy smiled. “Really. It’s fine. No excuses. Am I the only one left?” Wesley shook his head as he moved towards the door, his hat off and a dark coat in his hands. “No. I believe the new boy is in the back somewhere... Angel, is his name.” Buffy felt her back stiffen. Angel was still here. And they were all by themselves. Buffy wanted to tell herself that she should yell after Wesley to come back but she knew that it was a lie. But she also knew that it was very unlikely that she would be getting a repeat performance of what had happened that morning. She couldn’t have been that good, anyway. Waving to Wesley, she felt her happy spirit weigh down slightly. What the hell was he doing here late anyway? Shouldn’t he be eager to get the hell out and find someone who could actually respond better? Plus, he probably did this with everyone he meets on the first day at the job. A way to get closer to a higher place in the small corporate ladder. Asshole.
Angel watched her from where she had just waved goodbye to Wesley. She was alone. He was alone. What a perfect situation. As the day had gone by, the hard feeling in his pants had become increasingly uncomfortable. He found himself “exploring” the large freezer a couple of times just as an attempt to relieve the pressure. He would normally move on to the bathroom and jack off but he the only way he wanted to come was when he was between her strong legs, fucking her until she screamed. Her hips were shaking as she pushed the scrubber against the grill. He could see her muscles flexing as she worked. She was a beautiful piece of art if he had ever seen one... Angel watched as she moved away from the grill, picking up a washcloth as she threw away the other. Running it under some warm water, she began to wipe down the counter. The counter... such a wonderful place to serve food... make food... eat... food... “Do you need any help cleaning up?” he asked as he moved away from the corner. Buffy turned around quickly, her eyes wide. How long had he been standing there? “No. Actually, you can go home, now... if you want.” “Are you sure?” Angel asked, his eyebrow raising. “I can be mighty wicked with a washcloth.” Buffy chose not to think about what he just said. “Really. I can close up.” “I’ll stay.” “And do what? Watch me clean?” Buffy snapped. Angel chuckled. “No... I don’t watch. I do.” Buffy raised her eyebrows skeptically, once more ignoring the innuendo. “Really?” Angel smirked. “Yeah. Like fucking you on that counter.” Buffy froze. Did he just say what she thought he just said? No way... she was imagining things. She had to be. Then his fingers were on her back and trailing downwards along her spine and she felt chills run rampant through her body. She shivered. “Or eating you out... fingering you... kissing you... Whatever you’d like,” he said as he moved closer to her. He saw the goose bumps rise on her skin. “Do I scare you?” Buffy was more into it than she would have liked to admit. “No.” “Good.” Turning her around, Angel tossed the washcloth away before picking her up and setting her on the counter. “I’m going to take your pants off... and then...” His long fingers were at the button to her pants before she could have even thought to protest and she lifted her hips without him having to ask as he pulled them down her legs. Slipping her shoes off easily, her resumed his position before the counter. He looked down at her and smiled. Buffy closed her eyes, leaning her head back as he moved down her body. He nipped at her breasts and she arched into his touch, knowing he could feel her hard nipples. But he continued on, lower... lower... Buffy gasped as face pushed into the crotch of her panties. Widening her legs, she draped one leg over his shoulder as she lifted the other closer towards her chest. Buffy heard a tear and opened her eyes only to close them almost immediately as he licked a hot trail down her cleft, causing her to buck her hips towards him in blatant invitation. He kissed her softly as he moved back up, his hands anchoring her hips to the counter as he pushed himself further into her. Flattening his tongue, he pushed it into her tight hole and felt her slick walls clenching against him. Buffy cried out softly as his nose bumped against her clit, her hips moving regardless of his hands to her own rhythm. As a river of her juices came flowing from her, Angel moved to lick her puffy lips before taking her clit into his mouth and sucking roughly. Buffy cried out brokenly as she arched her hips towards him, her intent clear. Swirling his tongue around the swollen nubbin, Angel listened as her cries grew louder and louder, her strangled voice echoing through the restaurant. With a sudden jerk, she came, a scream in the form of his name erupting from her lips as she sat up straight, her hand pushing against his head as he continued to suck. Riding out her orgasm, Buffy arched her back as he finally bit down softly, causing a wave of intensity to rush over her. Several minutes passed as she laid back down and sighed softly. The sound of a zipper being released didn’t trigger anything in her mind nor did his hands lifting her legs. When she finally moved on the counter, she opened her eyes to see what he was doing only to find herself staring at his large manhood, poised at her entrance. She found herself aching for him, her hole clenching rhythmically as if waiting for him to finally thrust into her. She didn’t have to wait long as he smoothly moved into her, his hands holding her legs up and apart, causing deeper penetration. Small grunts and loud moans were heard throughout the Doublemeat Palace as the two worked the other, thrusting and working towards the inevitable release. Buffy could feel her orgasm fast approaching and arched her back, her mouth gaping. Lifting her legs closer towards her chest, she cried, “Harder!” as he reached further within her. He complied, grunting with the exertion, turning into a small moan at the end as Buffy gasped his name before once more releasing a loud scream, his name following on her lips, her walls rippling rapidly. Opening his eyes, he jerked as he spilled his hot cum into her waiting body. He could see her nipples clearly through her shirt and he fell forward onto her chest. He could feel her erratic heartbeat as he sighed, fighting his body for control once more. “Guess you’re going to have to clean the counter again.” Fin l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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