Chapter 24 Winnie #2
He doesn’t care about me. I’m just a thing he wants to fuck.
It’s kind of hot.
Probably because I have issues.
The heavy breathing turns into a growl, and the cock pumps then jerks, spilling hot cum in my mouth, down my throat. I swallow and swallow as he spasms in me.
His hand tight on my neck, I see stars. Then he releases me. I fall forward, gasping, grabbing at his legs, coughing and panting.
He doesn’t say anything. No “good job,” no “good girl,” no “thanks, princess.”
It stings.
“I did make you come.” I cough up at the silent shadow. “Didn’t your mom teach you to say thank you?”
I hear the slap on my face before I feel it. It’s not hard, but it stings.
I shove him. “Asshole. Say something.”
He takes a step back, catches his balance, then he’s on me, dragging the back of my shirt. The soft skin of my breasts scrapes the concrete. I lose one of my shoes as he drags me upright and tosses me over an overturned metal trash can.
I’m trying to adjust my top, but he’s already grabbing my skirt, pulling it down to pool in the puddles.
“Wait, wait, I—”
My panties are next. I whimper as they pull against my swollen pussy.
I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want to get fucked in an alley by a strange, violent man.
That’s supposed to be my worst nightmare, right?
So why is it the thing I’m craving?
My stomach is tight, like I’m already close to coming.
Just from the thought of that cock in me, claiming me, abusing me, using me.
“I need—I need—” I pant as his hands, bruising my thighs, force my legs apart.
I really shouldn’t.
I want it.
He can’t go again, right? So soon?
I whimper as he grinds his cock against me.
Is he half hard, or is he naturally that big?
No, he’s half hard. Or maybe a bit of both.
But he’s definitely not done with me.
The gloved fingers—two of them—push into my opening while I cry out.
The metal of the trash can is cold against my tits. I barely feel it, especially since the thumb of his hand pokes against my ass.
Shit. I try to wiggle away.
The flat of his hand slaps my ass hard enough my nose waters.
Then he’s spreading me again.
I hear his boots crunch on the gravel.
No easing in like I did with the dildo. That cock slides into me—thick and punishing.
Just the way I like it.
Tears leak down my face as I grind my teeth against the moan as I take that thick cock inside of me, my pussy flexing around him. The hands on my hips hold me in place. I can’t move, can’t escape. I have to spread my legs, take it, take him.
I let out a guttural moan as he slides that length out of me, feeling like he’s taking part of me with him. Then he’s shoving into me again. I almost topple off the trash can—it scrapes on the concrete from the force of him claiming me.
“Say something,” I beg as he pulls out again, quicker this time, stealing my breath as I brace myself to take him again. “Just tell me. Is it good? Do you like fucking me?”
He rams into me. Quick. I blink, then I feel him lean over me.
The metal groans. His breath is hot on my neck.
I want him to say something, but there’s only the harsh breathing in my ear as he arches my hips up to meet him then slams into me over and over again until I’m coming all over his cock.
“Shit.” I pant.
He’s still hard and thick inside of me.
The sound is sick and wet when he slides out and spreads my ass cheeks.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s—you better not—”
His cock, slick from the sheer amount of wetness my pussy is producing, presses against the pucker of my ass.
I arch up, my back dipping at the strange sensation. “We’re not—that’s not—” I can feel the bruises on my thighs and ass forming as he uses his thumbs to spread me. The rain drips down the valley of my ass, down the slit of my pussy. “I can’t take you. You’re too big.”
My legs tremble as that slick cock slides into me. I try to relax knowing he’s going to make me take all of him.
It feels so full to have him slide that thick cock in my ass.
I’ve half done this once, but I had a lot to drink.
Now?
It’s pleasure mixed with a little pain.
He slaps my ass hard again, and I arch back up.
He grabs my tits, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple, making me yelp and jerk back onto his thick cock that’s unrelenting as he penetrates me.
He grabs my jaw, sliding two fingers in my mouth as he seats the final few inches into my ass, his balls crushing against my swollen, juicy pussy.
I bite down hard on the glove as he slides out of me. He jerks his hand out of the glove as I almost collapse off of the trash can, almost pass out from the feel of that thick cock sliding in me.
“You have to tell me your name,” I moan as he slides out of me.
In answer, he spreads me and rams his cock in my pussy, a lot harder than he did my ass.
Fuck.
It feels—it’s too much.
Fucking my pussy then my ass. Making me take him over and over.
The sheer perverseness is making my clit thrum.
I need relief.
He’s not even pretending like he cares about my pleasure.
I’m his cum slut. He’s going to fuck me until he’s done fucking me, and I’m going to take it.
I really have the worst taste in men.
My fingers work on my clit as that thick cock pumps into me. Our heavy breathing and the pounding of the rain echoes in my ears as he fucks me in the alleyway.
I rest my chest on the trash can, using both hands in my pussy to work my clit, seeking the relief. “God, I need to cum,” I whimper, trying to adjust the angle, but I can’t keep a rhythm going because he’s sliding out of my pussy to fuck my ass again.
Where is he going to come? In my pussy? In my ass?
The thought of that hot cum filling me, combined with the sensation of his thick cock feeling like he’s fucking me right up to my belly button, is enough to make my pussy give in.
I’m coming all over my hands. I can’t draw out the orgasm as much as I need, though, because he’s got me by the hips, pounding into my pussy, taking me over and over until—
He slides out.
The hot cum pulses all over my ass, my pussy, down my legs to drip on my dirty clothes.
He takes my hand, forces my fingers on my cum-soaked clit, and rubs me until the aftershocks of the orgasm hit me and I’m moaning, begging him, “Please, please—”
He reaches down. I think he’s about to help me up, but he just picks up the glove and slides it back on.
I lick the droplets of cum off his cock and balls.
Yeah, he’s definitely just naturally big.
Then he zips up, fastens the belt languidly while he stares down at me—messy, cum-covered, sitting in a puddle by a trash can.
He turns. He doesn’t say anything.
The heavy breathing has equalized. He’s done with me.
I feel stupid. Used.
Fucked and fucked over.
“You’re supposed to tell me your name!” I shout after him. But all he gives me is his retreating back.
Legs like jelly, I make my way back into my café.
The power floods back on. The café lights up.
It was real.
I still feel that cock inside me.
Did I literally just have sex with a stranger? What the hell was I thinking?
Legs barely holding me, I sneak up to the front door. My dad is definitely still up, but he’s so absentminded he won’t notice the state I’m in.
But when I creep down the hall to the kitchen for some water, I realize no one is asleep. They’re all gathered in my kitchen.
I stand there in shock, taking it all in:
My mom’s beaming face.
My dad’s confusion.
And Knox.
The guy I sacrificed everything for. My sister’s ex. My first love.
Sitting there in my kitchen that I slaved over to build, eating the food I cooked, and smiling at me.
“Well, if it isn’t Winn Dixie.”