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Buffy Summers was in a firestorm of desire and lust as she stared at the man before her, his nimble fingers playing with the wires that were usually hidden behind her phone jack. His long, muscular body covered in a white wifebeater and dirty jeans didn’t go unnoticed by her wandering eyes as she stared at him. Running her hands down her body, she was suddenly very glad that she had worn the sundress she was wearing. It draped against her curves perfectly, accentuating all the right things as the low neck allowed more cleavage to be viewed. What originally had been a day for planting more flowers in the backyard was quickly turning into what she hoped was something much more... “You just have a dead wire, ma’am,” Angel Roarke said, his back to the golden goddess behind him.. “This can be easily fixed. It will just take a few moments and then you’re phone will be fine again.” “Oh, good,” Buffy said lightly, her hands running through her short hair. “Thank you so much for your assistance.” Angel felt his cock instantly harden at her husky voice and couldn’t help himself when he turned around to look at her. She was staring at him, her clouded, emerald eyes looking directly into his. He licked his lips before turning back to his work, his pants suddenly feeling very tight. “Would you like some iced tea?” Buffy asked in a soft voice, moving up closer behind him. Angel was barely able to nod as he closed his eyes. He could imagine her hot little hands on his body in that moment... “It will be just one moment,” Buffy said, her mouth close to his ear as she placed her hand on his shoulder. An electric charge filled her body and she shivered. Angel nodded. Buffy moved into the kitchen with an unearthly grace and Angel found himself staring at her round ass, perfectly clothed in that tight white sundress. God, but she was amazingly hot... Buffy took her time preparing his drink, not wanting to rush him out of her home. Adding ice cubes to the large pitcher one by one, she heard him snapping the jack back on. Slipping some sliced lemons into the cold concoction, she grabbed a glass for him and walked into the dining room, where the large table that seated eighteen loomed before her. Setting the glass items on the table, she ignored the sloshing of the liquid as she turned towards the living room. “In here!” she called, smiling sweetly as he entered the room a mere moment later. Reaching down, she poured him a glass and handed it to him. The sun shining through the overhead windows made the room glow and Angel couldn’t help his wandering gaze as he stared at her breasts. Buffy giggled, causing them to move along with her. His cock jumped to attention once more. Taking a long drink from the glass, Angel looked up into her face. He smacked his lips together as he finished. “It’s very good.” Buffy smiled softly. “Thank you. You’re very kind for saying so.” Angel smiled, setting the glass on the table. He couldn’t help but notice how large it was and how easily he could hoist her up onto the soft wood and pound into her. He could feel his cock thrusting into her tightness... “You’re phone is fixed, Ms. Summers,” Angel said, his eyes following her every movement as she moved closer to him. She nodded. “Is it?” “Yes. And it’s working now so you don’t have anything to worry about...” “Thank you,” Buffy said, standing directly in front of him, her neck craned so she could peer up at him. “But I could really use help with something else...” “Mmmm?” Angel moaned, his eyes growing heavy with lust. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down, her lips attacking his as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Angel instantly responded, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing her up against the table. Buffy moaned in agreement as he kissed her roughly, his tongue seeking hers as they dueled. Angel suddenly picked her up and settled her on top of the table, pushing himself between her legs. There was no asking in this. There was no questioning. There was only taking and the need to have the other do so. Buffy gripped his hips with her legs as she opened them wider, reaching down to his belt. Quickly undoing it, her mouth never leaving his, she unbuttoned his jeans and ripped open the zipper. Pushing her hand into his pants and underneath his boxers, she found him hard and ready and she wrapped her small hand around his hard cock. He groaned into her mouth before ripping his lips from hers, his eyes fluttering shut as she moved her small hand against his hard flesh insistently. Pushing her back against the table, Angel lifted her sundress, shoving it upwards as he came face to face with her marvelous naked state. Buffy sighed as his hands found her breasts, still hidden by her dress, before they wandered lower, his long fingers dancing across her wonderful heat. Buffy pushed against his hand, allowing hers to slip from his jeans, as he pushed a finger inside her. “Yesss...” she hissed, arching her back. Angel grinned down at her, marveling at her toned body as well as her radiant beauty. Shoving his jeans down his hips and out of the way, he felt his hard member pop free from its confinement and slid her closer to the edge of the table. She opened her eyes to look up at him. “I want you...” she said in a low voice, reaching her arms out as she sat up. Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered, “... to fuck me.” Angel’s response was to thrust into her hot heat. Buffy gasped and arched her back, throwing her head back as he pulled back out and pushed back into her. Buffy moaned loudly as she fell back against the table. Her hands gripped the edge of the table for leverage as he leaned down on his hands, beginning a rough rhythm that had Buffy crooning her pleasure at the top of her lungs as she neared her crisis several minutes later. Pushing her legs farther apart, she pushed her hips back frantically. “Yes... yes yes yes yes...” Buffy arched her back, her hard nipples poking through her sundress. Angel moaned loudly as his hips moved faster. Buffy cried out loudly, her voice echoing throughout the house as she came, her orgasm ripping through her body. She screamed out her pleasure, her voice carrying out through to the backyard as his cock moved quicker with her next orgasm. Buffy closed her eyes, her final orgasm causing her to sit up and clutch Angel’s head as he came, pulling free from her at the last moment and shooting his load out all over her half-covered stomach. He cried out before moaning and slumping against the table, his head falling to rest on her shoulder as she clutched him, her nails digging into the back of his neck. “Yes...” Buffy sighed before falling back on the table, her eyes closed as her hands roamed her body, a pleased expression on her face as she floated in her pleasure. Running a finger through his hot semen on her flat stomach, she brought it up to her lips and licked it clean as she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. He grinned. She smiled back. Tucking himself back into his pants, Buffy sat up, ignoring the sperm slowly trailing down her stomach and onto the table. Her legs were still open and Angel had a clear view of her wet pussy, her juices making her shine. Angel pulled a card from his pocket. He handed it to her and she took it, looking down at the white piece of paper. “If you ever have anything else that you need fixed, please call me.” Buffy grinned up at him. “I’ll do that.” Fin l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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