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A surprising encounter with a Soprano after choir practice.
Finally he caved and slid inside her pussy. She was tight, but so wet that he managed so slide far enough inside her that he filled her completely, coming up against the barrier of her cervix.
"Ung-" Matt grunted, immediately stilling his hips. She was so tight and slick and warm. She felt so good that he wanted to prolong their lovemaking as long as possible, which meant keeping his orgasm under raps for the time being. She wasn't making it easy though. The woman had a filthy mouth and he loved every minute of it.
"Don't stop. Your cock feels so good. Don't you want to fuck me, Matt? I want you to fuck me hard right here," she rocked her hips as much as she could against him as she spoke, trying to kick-start his thrusting instinct.
Matt surrendered and renewed his hold on her thighs, making sure she was firmly pressed against the door. Then he started moving. He meant to make it slow and sweet but somehow within half a thrust he forgot about slow. As he moved inside her their bodies made the door hit the jam on each inward thrust, providing a soundtrack.
"You're so tight," he voice was low and Nicki reveled in the desire she heard there. "How did you get so tight?"
He increased the force of his thrusts and each stroke ground Nicki's hips into the hard wood behind her. The slight pain this inflicted only worked to arouse her more. He was larger than she'd expected but the feeling of him filling her so completely was delicious. The mouth of her pussy was stretched tight around the base of his cock and she couldn't help noting that his friction his girth provided would have her still feeling the after effects of the sex well into tomorrow.
Headlights from a car pulling into the driveway illuminated the windows next to them and Matt stopped in mid thrust. Nicki felt drugged, but managed to drag herself back to the world outside of the one between her legs as they listened to first one, then two car doors shut. Looking puzzled, Matt placed her on the floor and zipped up his pants as Nicki shimmied her dress back down over her hips. They exchanged confused glances as the doorbell rang.
Matt opened the door a few inches and peered out. His eyes immediately fell on two uniformed officers. "Can I help you?"
"Excuse me, sir, we're looking for Nicki Moreau and Ma-"
"What's going on?" Matt cut in, pulling the door open a little wider. Nicki stepped out from behind the door as he fruitlessly tried to keep her from coming into view.
"I'm Nicki Moreau," Nicki said.
One of the officers flashed a badge. "Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to come with us."
"What's going on?" Matt said again.
It was Nicki's turn to shush him. "I'll handle this." She turned to the officers, her chin tilted defiantly. "What's going on?"
"Ma'am, we've been called in on an assault and battery complaint."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Matt demanded, and Nicki shushed him again, this time emphasizing her words with a shooing motion of her hand.
"Is this about Adam?"
"Yes, Ma'am. The gentleman called to report that you assaulted him tonight and was able to provide a witness."
"He called the police?" Nicki was incredulous. She had every right to deck the asshole. What kind of baby calls the police after being hit by a girl? Her hand probably hurt more than his face!
"Look, officer, this is just a private matter and Adam is a disgruntled ex-boyfriend. We're happy to talk to you, if you'd just come in I'm sure you'll see-" Matt was using his teacher voice, but the officers were unimpressed.
"We're going to have to take her in. You can bail her out after she's arraigned, but she'll probably be released on her own recognizance."
"Forget it, I'm coming with you."
"Sir, you can't come in the cruiser. If you want to sit and wait in the station while your girlfriend here is processed that's fine, but you'll have to drive yourself."
"You're serious?" Nicki said, still not moving. "He actually called the police?"
Nicki was dirty and tired and livid.