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For three days, Angela stayed at her home crying. Mark had seen the news next morning, and rushed to her place using his copy of her keys to find her collapsed on her couch crying hysterically. He tried to relief her, but he failed. They sat together watching the news about Red's huge criminal record. They were both shocked. The man looked mysterious and dangerous, but being on the FBI most wanted list was too much.
Eventually, Mark had to leave her, to go to the gym. He gave her an open vacation until she feels better. She sat alone thinking about how she was naive. How she let her desires lead her that way. How she surrendered to a criminal.
She hated herself for that. She hated how he has ruined her for every man. How she couldn't give herself to another man. She remembered what happened with Ivan and flinched. She wouldn't be able to do this again. But she needed it now more than ever. She needed some strong man to fuck the shit out of her.
She got up and changed into her most sexy dress and took a taxi to the Diamond.
Mark was there, and he walked to her once he saw her approaching the bar. They hugged and he patted her back, "Are you okay, baby?"
She nodded and kissed his cheek, "I'll be fine, bro. I just need a good fuck."
He had a deep breath and replied annoyed, "I thought you decided to stop this, Angela."
She shrugged, "I did that for Ken... or whatever his name is. And now he's gone."
He frowned and watched her as she walked to the bar and ordered a drink. When Ivan approached her, she smiled, "Hey. Join me with a drink? On me."
He grinned, "With pleasure, tits."
She swallowed the bitterness she felt every time he called her with that silly nickname, and asked the bartender to serve him. They talked together as they sipped their drinks slowly. She ignored his hand that rested casually on her bare thigh. She came here for that. For a rough fuck. She needed it. And Ivan is the biggest and strongest guy who always gave her the roughest one. She never shared a bed with him. Mostly, because they usually do it in the men's rest room, or in the back alley. So she thought his huge body will definitely crush hers if he took her on a bed or on the ground. When his hand sneaked higher to reach her core, she closed her thighs tightly on it. She tried to concentrate on the several times he took her, with her back to a wall. With her sitting on edge of a basin. With him on a toilet and her straddling him. Or even with him carrying her during their dance like what was happening a few nights ago.
She tried hard to remind herself how she enjoyed sex with him. She wanted to feel herself getting wet and ready for him as always. But she failed. When she felt his finger nail reaching her clit through the fabric of her panties, she gasped. Their eyes met and she shook her head, "I'm sorry, Ivan. I think I'm not ready yet. Things had been insane with Danny, lately."
He smiled kindly and moved his hand to rub her shoulder, "It's okay, Angela. I'm sorry for you. I wish I can help you, anyway you need me."
She smiled at him appreciative, "I know. Thank you, my friend."
She took pills from her purse, and put them beneath her glass, "I'm sorry. I think I better go home. See you tomorrow."
He wished her good night and she left.
In her flat, she changed into a velvet short night gown that barely reached her knees, and turned most of the lights off to get ready for bed. When she heard the knocking on the door, she frowned, wondering who could it be.
When she opened the door, she froze. It was him. Kenneth, or Raymond Reddington. Standing at her door in her damn sexy three pieces suit and his fedora. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at her genuinely, and spoke to her, "Hello, my angel. Did you miss me?"
Before she knew, her hand moved up to slap his face as hard as she could.
Red raised his hand to rub his cheek which reddened immediately, while his tongue darted between his lips to lick the blood droplet in the corner of his mouth.
She snapped, "Get out."
He walked in calmly, "I owe you an explanation."
She tried to push him out, but he held her forearms firmly, "Angela, please. We need to talk."
She felt the pickling behind her eye balls and she yelled at him, "You, son of a bitch. You lied to me. You deceived me."
He kicked the door to close it, without loosening his grip on her, "I didn't intend to, I swear. It wasn't supposed to be this way."
Her tears fell eventually as, she struggled to get out of his grasp, "You fucked my brains out, and left me. You claimed me and ruined me for all men, and didn't even tell me your name. You..."
And she broke into sobs, unable to talk any more. Red gasped for air, struggling with his own emotions at seeing her that broken. He pulled her tightly to his chest, and embraced her with his arms, rubbing her back gently. He kissed her blonde head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Angel. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I only needed a one night fuck. But I couldn't stay away. Once you left my car that first night, I knew I would want you again. I knew I wouldn't be able to forget you. I wanted you to be mine. You're not the only one ruined, angel. You too ruined me for all women. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't know how to fix this. Or maybe I was so selfish that I wouldn't want to tell you the truth about me and lose you. I couldn't have lost you. After what I felt with you. After what you've done to me. After all the amazing hours I spent with you."
Her breathing started to be quieter. She moved away from his chest, and he let her, without releasing her completely. She stared at him with blurred eyes, "I knew you were a dangerous man. The way you dress. Your car and your driver. Your fedora. Your ego. And even the mind blowing sex. I knew it would be a dangerous game to be with you. But a criminal? ! The number four most wanted criminal in USA?! This is much further than one can imagine."
He caressed her cheek, and she flinched away. He had a deep breath, "Things are not that simple, Angie."
She jolted away from him and snapped, "IT'S that simple to me. I found out I fucked a wanted criminal. I must be afraid of you. I must stay away from you. Especially now. After I knew the truth about you. After I knew who you really are."
He sat on her couch and crossed his legs, leaning back comfortably, "And now after you've known all of that. Are you really afraid of me? Do you really want to stay away from me?"
She frowned and looked at him confused. Does she?
She never wanted a man as much as she wanted Ke... Raymond. Can she go back to the road she walked alone for years? Can she let other men fuck her like before? She tried it earlier tonight with Ivan, who used to be her best fuck-body, but she couldn't. She couldn't have another man inside her. She only wanted this man. This particular man, who turned out to be a dangerous criminal. She should have guessed it. A man with that ego, and a man that wild in sex, must have much wilder life. And she's always loved wildness. Especially with that man, who sat very comfortable in front of her studying her with hooded green eyes that screamed with sex and desire.
He moved his crossed leg to settle it beside the other, and moved a hand to his crotch fixing his briefs through his pants, in a move that showed his now growing bulge clearly to her eyes.
She swallowed, and felt the heat building between her thighs. She pressed her thighs together firmly in a try to supress the need for him, and her voice came out shaken, "You will hurt me. I should stay away."
He shook his head, "You know I will never hurt you. You know I want you as much as you want me."
Her walls trembled, and she murmured, "You're a criminal."
He shook his head again, "Not to you. Not with you. With you, I'm different. You know that. You trust me. You know you're safe with me, don't you, Angela?"
She nodded, with her breathing getting ragged at the rising desire, "I know."
He raised a hand to her, "And you know I want you right now. Because I miss you so much. Because I miss being inside you. Because your cunt is my heaven. The only place I let my defenses down and be just who I am."
She stared at the outstretched hand frustrated. She felt her hot core weeping for him, needing his touch, needing to be cooled down with his blessed water. She needed him to take her rough, to erase the pain she's been feeling since she heard the news about him. She needed him, even if for a goodbye fuck.
She swallowed hard, and moved her shaking hand to meet his. He clasped his hand firmly on hers and pulled her to straddle him. He moved his hands on the sides of the smooth fabric of her gown and murmured, "You can't stay away from me, my angel. You need me. I will never hurt you. I'll cherish you. I want you."
He held her hand and moved it to his strained bulge, "You see how am I dying to be inside you? I want you that it hurts, Angie."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head, "Kenne..."
He cut her off, "Raymond. My name is Raymond. And I want you to call me over and over when I'm inside you."
She whispered hoarsely, "This is wrong. We shouldn't do this."
He raised her gown up, and pulled it over her head, "It's not. And we should. I'll explain. But after I feel you squeeze me tightly and screaming my name."
She felt her wetness now soaking her panties and her inner thighs. She panted and her hands moved to free his shaft, "Then do it now. Fuck me hard. Let me scream your name."
He grinned as he arched his hips up to lower his pants and briefs in one fast movement, "With pleasure, my angel."
He moved to lay his back on the couch, while his hands ripped her panties off her. She gasped, "You tore half of my panties."
He chuckled, "I'll buy you a dozen."
He held her hips and moved her slick slit over his cock, notching her clit with his tip with each glide. She moaned at the evocative movement, and her body shook. He laughed, "You want to deprive us from those amazing moments, baby?"
She threw her head back and held his forearms for support, "Raymond, this feels so good."
He closed his eyes at the feeling of the few droplets piercing his crown, "Yes, baby. Only with you."
She moaned when she felt his hot pre-cum covering her sensitive clit. He panted, "I wish I could make this last forever, baby. But I need to be inside you now."
She looked at him, and moved a hand to hold his shaft, "I want our eyes locked when you are inside me, Raymond. I want to know how I affect you."
He looked into her eyes and whispered, "Then do it slow. And I promise I'll proceed to very rough."
She swallowed and nodded. She moved the slick head to her hole, and their eyes locked. She moved herself down slowly, oh so slowly that she felt how his crown parted her outer lips very wide. She felt his head sinking inside her slowly, claiming her as his for ever. She saw how his chest rose and fell with his panting. She saw the sweat forming on his forehead. She saw how his eyes dilated that they became almost black. And how he licked his lips like a starving man in a feast.
Her heart quickened as he penetrated her more. She whimpered when she felt him against the rough area on her anterior wall and she jolted losing control.
She let him sink deeply all the way into her, and she cried when he hit her cervix. She struggled to stay focused, and saw how he snored and held his breath at the sudden movement. They paused for a moment looking at each other silently. He started by thrusting up deeper into her, and she gasped. He held her hips again, "You feel this, Angel? You feel how my cock is knocking your cervix. I can feel it. Can you?"
He gave her another strong thrust, and she cried out, "Yes. Yes, I feel it."
He grinned, and gave her shallower thrusts, "I'll make it open for me. I'll penetrate your cervix tonight. I'll cum right inside your womb."
She moaned as she felt the light strokes to her g spot, "Yes. Do it... please... let me feel you."
He gave her another deep thrust pulling her down to meet him, "Yes... baby... I feel it opening... it's opening... for me... oh... my god... it feels... so good. I never... felt something... so good."
She was writhing and crying between his hands at the new experience. He was opening her cervix like a speculum, with each thrust of his. He was moaning himself and trying hard to keep his eyes open. For the first time in his life, Raymond Reddington is that vocal during sex. He was amazed at what this little woman can do to him.
He kept thrusting deeply into her, and she begged him, "Please... Ray... please... I need... to come... it's... too much... I never..."
He was very close himself, but he tried to keep his rhythm steady and fast. He gasped with each word, "Yes... baby... I know... so good...ah... say... my name... scream it... I'm close... aaah... Angle... my Angel... mine...aaaaah... only mine."
Another thrust from him, and the dam collapsed. He was deep inside her cervix, opening her wide. He hit her deepest spot, and she screamed, "Rayyyyyy. Ah... Aaaah...AAAHHH." and she came hard.
He sat up fast, crushing her clit with his pubis, and cried at the feeling of her cervix closing tightly on his engorged shaft. She screamed again with the added stimulation, and held onto his back tightly writhing and convulsing uncontrollably. He embraced her firmly, thrusting into her two more times. He snored from the back of his throat, cumming hard and emptying himself deeply inside her uterus, with the help of her contracting walls.
She continued moaning for several minutes after their orgasm had been over. She didn't release him, neither did he. They stayed as one body for long minutes, as if they were alone in the universe and nothing mattered.
After more than twenty minutes, she moved between his arms. He loosened his embrace a little and looked at her with concerned eyes, "Are you okay?"
She smiled at him and nodded silently, before bursting into giggles. He grinned and asked amused, "What's so funny?"
She moved a hand to his cheek, and replied playfully, "You. You're fully clothed."
He chuckled, and leaned at her until their foreheads touched, "And though, it was the most wonderful sex I've ever had. After tonight, I would never let you go, Angel."
She closed her eyes and sighed, "I don't want you to let me go, Raymond. I don't want this to end. Each time I'm with you, it makes me want more and more of you. But..."
His hand moved to her face, and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, "What you are afraid of is not a problem anymore, Angel."
She darted the tip of her tongue out to lick his thumb and moaned, "I'm so tired to talk now. I only want to lie down between your arms."
He smiled genuinely, "At your service, my lady." and carried her to her bedroom.
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