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thank fuck.”
    His tongue is dueling with mine before we cross the threshold.  When my back hits the wall, I wrap my legs around his waist and try to get as deep inside of him as I can.
    Batty’s hands move from my ass to my head, tilting me the way he wants.  “What is that?” he asks into my mouth.  That , would be a very hard yes please from me.  “What is it?”  His mouth leaves mine, and I whimper.  A sound I’m certain I’ve never made in my life, but there it is.  I try to get that mouth back, but his hand clenches on my jaw.  “The beeping.  Is it the alarm?”
    Fucking what?  Then I hear it.  Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem willing to carry me over to the offending box of noise getting louder by the second, so I unlatch from him and walk over to it.  And stare.  Blink.  What’s the code?
    “You want to turn that off?” he rumbles, and I can feel it against my chest.  I close my eyes. 
    “Yes.”
    His hands move under my shirt and over my stomach.  “Now?”
    “Yes.”
    One of his hands move up while the other ventures down, pulling me against him.  I grind my ass into his erection.  “Oh God, please fuck me.”
    “I’m trying, baby.”  Suddenly he’s gone.   What? No!  “You have to turn it off first.”
    Bullshit piece of technology.  Why are you thwarting me?!  I tap some numbers, not even really seeing them, I’m just going through the motion.  Blissful silence.  I sag in relief an instant before I’m spun around and hitting the wall again.
    “That was a stupid thing you did,” he grounds in my mouth.  I roll my hips.
    Suddenly my brain is turned on.  I’m thinking about too much.  Tonight and everything that came with it.
    “It worked.”
    He hums into my mouth, then slips my shirt over my head.  Our mouths crash together again, teeth nipping, lips sucking.  “How did you get the toy store to close?”
    He unsnaps my bra with a flick.  “Called on the way to the garage.”  I push with my legs to get the space between us to grab his shirt and lift.
    “Who was the villain?” I gasp as he hits my clit perfectly.
    “Dad,” I get in return against my nipple.
    “Fuck me,” I say as I pull him by his hair closer to me.  I feel his mouth open wider as he sucks deep, then releases with a pop.
    “I’m trying.” He shoves one hand down my jeans to grab my ass, pulling him sharply against him.
    “Where are the toys going?” I ask as my hands roam over taut muscles. I swear I can feel each individual one as they flex over his shoulders.
    “The hospital.  The poor.  You’re thinking too much.”  He pulls away from the wall, moving those silky lips away from me to look around.  I see when he spots the stairs and heads that way.  I figure he’s a smart guy, probably has the layout of the place, and grind my pussy into his hand, latching onto his neck, the only thing I can reach.
    “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles as he takes the stairs two at a time, collapsing to his knees half way up.  Every single step digs into my back, but my focus is on him.  He’s taking off my jeans, peeling them away because they’re so tight and over his shoulder they go.
    “God, I fucking knew it.”  He’s staring at me, and I don’t know exactly what he means.  Maybe the fact I’m not wearing underwear.  Maybe being shaved bare.  The point is he’s still got his jeans on when I’m naked.  I grab for his belt buckle, but he’s lifting me at the same time, barely catching my upper half before I slam back to the stairs because I don’t have a grip on him.  Besides my legs.  They aren’t letting go anytime soon.
    I quickly fix my arms to wrap around his neck and flex my stomach to help him out, practically climbing him to get to his ear.  He’s so big .  “Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.
    When he gets to my bed, it doesn’t matter how hard I’m holding him, he rips me away with seemingly little effort and I bounce on the bed.
    “Fuck me .