Angel backed into her apartment, her lustful eyes burning into Collins' dark brown pupils. Collins followed her in, slamming the door behind him. He was horny and angry and he wanted nothing more than Angel, on the bed, naked. He was going to be blunt about it.

Angel pounced on him, wrapping her legs around his waist, writhing on his body, grinding herself against him in a plea for much needed friction.

Collins grunted into her mouth, pressing his lips harshly against hers, his tongue darting in and out, walking with Angel hanging from his body towards the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed, pressing his body into her as he did so, careful not to squash her.

Angel squirmed beneath him and bucked her hips up to meet his, pulling his head down by the back of the neck to kiss her hard on the mouth. She fiddled with the buckle of his pants and pushed them down as far as her arms would reach. She fumbled inside his boxer shorts for his throbbing member that he so wanted her to service.

Collins let out a throaty groan at the sudden contact, scrunching his eyes, holding onto his orgasm, thrusting into Angel's hand. Angel smirked to herself and with her spare hand, unbuttoned his chequered shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and arms. She kissed all down his body, her tongue swirling around his nipples. Collins pulled away, wanting to savour his climax, deciding to concentrate on Angel for now.

He pulled off her wig ever so carefully and placed it on the polystyrene head that was on her dresser. Pulling off her shoes and tights, he kissed all the way from her toes, up her smooth shaven legs and unzipped her skirt slowly. He looked into her heart-felt eyes, Angel had so much love inside her, so much love to give and Collins felt privileged and special that he was the one to receive it. Maybe he was a little to brutal with Angel earlier, he was truly sorry, apologising to her in sweet kisses.

"Y'know I love ya don't you baby?" he whispered, kissing her lips that did not respond to him.

"Yes my sweet, I do," she reacted, kissing up into his mouth, making him groan and buck on top of her, reminding them why they were there.

The pink satin panties were all that stood in the way of Collins and his pleasure. He looked from Angel, who giggled, back to the panties and he could see her arousal bursting through the material. Collins slowly peeled back her underwear and threw them on the floor, pushing his pants, boxers, socks and shoes with them.

Slowly he leant over Angel against, kissing down her jaw line, their masculine bodies coming in contact again. Collins pressing himself into her, no need for prep, their bodies were used to each other by now. Angel gasped, taking him in, arching her back, closing her eyes in ecstasy.

Collins pressed a gentle kiss to Angel's mouth, burying himself deeper into her body, pulling out slowly and slamming back in again, hard. Angel's hand flew over her mouth, clamping around her lips. Collins pulled her hand away, letting her moan ring loudly around the walls of the room. He held it above her head, his other hand holding her hip, gripping it tightly.

Collins pulled Angel's body up and wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting upwards into her. Angel's forehead leant on Collins' shoulder; she bit down on it, leaving her mark on his skin, panting against him. Collins kissed her neck, pressing her into him more, feeling the sweat of her skin against his.

"Baby, I'm gonna…" She cried breathlessly but suddenly her eyes screwed up, clenching her teeth together and arching her back one final time as pearly white strands of pure ecstasy shot over her chest and Collins'.

Collins soon followed, filling Angel with his seed, panting and breathing heavily, laying her down on the bed, he pulled out of her. He rolled over next to her and pulled Angel into a tight hug. Gently he kissed her nose, pulling her up off the bed and into the bathroom to clean up.