He plans to have her right here, up against the wall

Felicity’s eyes remain locked on his cock, meaning she sees as his hands take hold of her dress, lifting and bunching it up, inch by inch as it travels upwards, uncovering her knees, then thighs, until he has it held around her waist.

“Such a bad girl aren’t you Felicity, no knickers on, it’s as if you’re inviting me to fuck you” he teases her as he gets her dress bunched up around her middle, leaving her exposed beneath it. Still she looks down, eyes focused on that cock, a cock she badly needs inside her pussy. She can feel her wetness there, even without any real foreplay she is soaking, his teasing of her and her confession having excited her immensely.

His hands slide from her bunched up dress down over her soft bare ass cheeks, cupping them firmly, and suddenly she is lifted off her feet, held strongly in his hands under her bum. She reaches her hands up and around his neck, holding tightly as he eases his own body closer to her, the gap between them vanishing and obscuring her view of his cock. But she doesn’t need to be seeing it to know where it is now. Because she feels as the head of it nudges beneath her, her thighs spreading around his waist as he holds her with such ease.

Felicity looks up at last into his face, seeing him return her gaze as he presses her back against the wall whilst shifting his grip on her ass until she feels his cock nudge against her slit. She bites her lip, preparing herself, knowing what is about to come now he has found his target. It’s almost instant. She feels as he presses his hips forward against her and upwards, and as his cock splits her open she lets out a loud gasp of pure pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so lovely and tight aren’t you Flis” he growls in delight as he penetrates her. She wants to tell him it’s because he is the biggest she has ever experienced, but all she can do is utter a small groan of agreement.

His hands under her lift her again, letting her feel as his cock begins to slide free from her, but just as she worries he is about to slide completely free, he lets her drop again, her body weight forcing her deeper down onto him, making him groan out this time.

Felicity tightens her hold with her hands around his neck, her upper body sandwiched between him and the wall. Her thighs clamp around his waist, locking herself to him as he begins to drill up into her over and over, making her body bounce against him, driving her deeper down onto him each time.

His thrusts are hard and fast into her, it doesn’t take long until she feels herself fully impaled on him, feeling the tickle of his pubic hair against her thighs as he pushes every inch of himself inside her. She feels herself so tight around him, filled in a way she can never remember feeling before. He holds her still for a moment as if to savour being this deep inside her, then once more he is lifting her off and driving her back down, making her cheeks bounce as they make contact with his thighs.

She buries her head against his shoulder, moaning loudly with every thrust of his cock inside her, feeling as her wetness coats him, runs down her thighs. Her moans are matched by his grunts every time he slams his cock up into her. Their sounds of fucking echoing down the long corridor.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders through his shirt as her orgasm erupts inside her, causing her to cry out in surprise at its suddenness. It’s not just her hands that tighten around him though, her pussy does so equally, and she knows from his own moan that he feels as she grips his cock even more tightly, and wonders if he is about to cum with her or not.