Know it all

Angie ran after Jamar in angry trying to catch him knowing that she wouldn’t. He was too fast and she too slow. He always just pissed her off though with his cockiness and know it all attitude. Yes, she was the same way but it was ok when she did it.

“Jamar, where’s you go you ass-“

Her words were cut off when a hand covered her mouth and pulled her into an alley. She felt panic start to rise and when she heard a familiar chuckle it turned to anger.

“Fancy meeting you here,” He whispered in her ear making her shiver.

“Jamar let me go, that was not funny,” She snapped.

He let her go as she demanded but instead of letting her speak he pushed her against the wall of a building and kissed her. She felt her stomach drop and heat pool in her belly. Every time he kissed her she felt like the life was sucked out of her. Her body grew so hot and her arousal flared for him. He pressed against her roughly letting her feel the power of his hunger for her. She resisted the urge to moan still not use to having someone kiss her. Especially someone who was as sexy as he was. His hands moved in to cup her ass and she gasped. Giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He molded her cheeks to his hand still pressing their bodies together. She felt her chest pressed against his and she tried to pull away. It was all feeling to good and it was messing with her head. She was supposed to be mad at him not moaning and weakening for him.
He pulled away only to attack her neck with his very talented and evil mouth. She bit her lip still feeling his hands touching her.

“S-stop, Jamar . . . please, not in an alley way,” She moaned.

He paid her no mine turning her into a mindless doll. He moved his leg between her’s pressing against her center. She gasped, and tried to muster a glare as he pulled back to look at her a smirk on his lips. She tried to resist the urge to rock into him but he kept moving it back and forth against her and she couldn’t take it. She was weak against him when it came to this. Everything else she could remain strong for but not when he caressed her so silky and tortured her body so easily.

“Jamar,” She whimpered.

“Yes,” He replied bracing his arms behind her and on the wall.

“S-stop, not in the alley,” She moaned.

“Yes in the alley,” He replied. “I’m tired of your attitude, you need to be punished.”

“No,” She started to yell.

He covered her mouth pressing against her more firmly, looking at her with a grin.

“Do you want people to know what you’re doing, what we’re doing,” He asked.

She glared finally but he only smirked grabbing her hip and dragging her along his leg. She shuddered. Feeling the pressure in her body about to explode. Why was this one of the only things he could truly beat her at? She pressed her body against the wall trying to move away from him. He only used it to his advantage moving closer crushing her body against his. She loved when he touched her, and made her body come alive like this, to make her feel such pleasure and sweet torture. But she would never give him the satisfaction of knowing form her lips. Her body may have been a traitor but not her mind, never her mind.

“It feels good doesn’t it,” He whispered huskily against her ear. “Feeling the pressure building inside your body find some release.”

He grabbed her ass again and she whimpered.

“Feeling my hands touching you,” He said. “Knowing that people are walking right beside us, not knowing what’s going on.”

She shuddered at the thought, eyes staring at him lustily. He moved his free hand into the front of her pants, and suddenly snuck them inside. Angie’s eyes widen and she tried to pull away but he kept her still and began rubbing her through her panties, feeling the ease in which they glided over her clit. She was definitely feeling him on this one. He heard the sudden sharpness of breath and watched as she shut her eyes tight and arched her back against the wall while clinging to his shirt tightly. He loved when he made her cum like this. Fully clothed, angry and pissed off, under his complete control. Vulnerable to his touch. Whimpering like a lost soul who couldn’t understand the incredible pleasure they were feeling. He kept rubbing her hearing the moan from behind his fingers and watching her open expression hungrily.

One day he was going to take a picture of her when she came, to keep that vulnerable moment forever immortalized. He smiled at the thought and caught her as her legs threatened to give out. She was panting against him weak and embarrassed and slightly satisfied after having him play with her. He lowered her to the ground where they kneeled and he wondered at her. The meekness she displayed only in this position. He loved it. Her feistiness’, her meekness, her attitude her innocence. He kissed her forehead, and then her cheek and d then found her lips where she responded to him gaining back some of her strength.

They pulled away and then looked at each other.

“You’re an asshole you know that,” She panted. “A true blue one of a kind ass hole.”

“I know but that’s what you love about me right,” He grinned, fixing her hair for her. “So now that we’ve established that I can indeed be spontaneous and make you come let’s go all the way.”

“One time doesn’t prove anything.”

“Yes but only touching your clit a couple of time and dry humping you into an orgasm does.” He replied.

“You dog,” She said, lifting herself carefully.

“Now let me penetrate you, Let me take your virginity and make sweet, sweet love to
you,” He said kissing her as they stood.

“For the corny line, and vulgar choice of words, I’m deducting points,” she said. “Now stand in front of me you’ve ruined my underwear, and I can’t wear them.”

“Hmmm, if I peek are points deducted?”

“yes.”

“Ah, well I’ll risk it.”

“You better not.”

“I love you girl.”

“I love you to, you ass.”