Chapter 28 #2
Soraya licked her lips and looked up at him imploringly, just as a spicier, smokier scent of berries and pine mingled together in a deadly mix that sent her hormones into a frenzy.
She captured his lips again, biting down on his plush bottom lip.
His voice was husky and breathless as she suckled on his now bruised lip. “There’s a nice bed upstairs.” She heard him swallow. “Don’t suppose you would want to—”
Before he could say another word, she kissed him again, slicking her tongue into his open mouth. He groaned. She wanted more.
Her hands traveled across his stomach, reveling in the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips, then slid lower until they settled on his belt.
“Needy, if you do that, I—” He gritted his teeth as she tugged on his belt. The sound of him unraveling under her touch was pleasing to her ears, but it wasn’t until he finally put his hands on her that she felt truly victorious.
Both his hands wrapped around her ribcage as he took control of the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she sucked on it, earning another low groan from him. All the while, her hands fumbled with his belt, unsure how to undo it—until she felt the leather slipping free on its own.
Without a second thought, her hand reached inside, and her core clenched as her fingers wrapped around the hard length of him.
He broke the kiss, spitting a low curse as she stroked him. She could feel the veins bulging along his shaft, and she moaned softly. Soraya could also feel her pussy soaking through her panties—and most likely straight through to her leggings.
With unfocused eyes, she looked up into his wild ones, and he seemed to understand exactly what she needed.
He backed her up until her back hit the alley wall, and in a blink, he spun her around and pressed her back firmly to his front. A protest was on the tip of her tongue but died when his hand cupped her cunt.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered into her ear, his voice rough.
She turned her head to catch his mouth in a kiss, her answer clear. Yes.
Without another word, his thumbs hooked into her leggings, and in one swift motion, he shoved them down along with her underwear, leaving them stretched around her thighs.
She gasped as she felt his scorching palm cupping her now bare pussy. His fingers played in her slick, stroking them up and down her dripping seam while his palm grounded down on her clit.
Stars burst behind her eyes as she desperately tried to push down on his fingers, but he denied her, teasing her higher and higher until a short, sharp orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly. A fresh wave of wetness gushed onto his waiting fingers and dripped down her trembling thighs.
“That wasn’t enough—was it, needy girl?” he taunted, his voice dripping with sex.
A frustrated “no” escaped her lips. It wasn’t enough.
Without warning, his other hand gripped the back of her neck and bent her over until her hands shot out to brace against the brick wall in front of her.
She felt him spread her ass with his hands, and then the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She pushed back, and he allowed her to spear her pussy on the tip of his cock, but he wrapped his hands around her hips to keep her from going any deeper.
Panting and out of breath, Soraya’s head spun as her entire focus narrowed down to the hot, hard tip of him, sliding back and forth through her drenched folds.
Her mind reeled, her legs shook, and she barely pulled herself together long enough to look back at him and form a single, desperate word: “Please.”
His eyes locked onto hers, and with one swift, powerful thrust, he bottomed out inside her.
Soraya opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out as the raw sensation of him inside her consumed her entirely.
He gave her a moment to adjust to his size before slowly dragging his cock out and slamming it back in.
The sharp slap of their bodies colliding echoed in the alley.
Still, he wasn’t going as fast as she needed.
She tried to push back against him, but his grip tightened on her hips, holding her steady.
He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into her, repeating the motion until a frustrated shout tore from her throat.
An answering chuckle met her ears before he settled into a slow, steady rhythm.
Then, like rolling thunder, he gradually built up the pace, thrusting harder and faster until he was fucking her into the brick wall. Even still…
She needed more.
“Fuck, Needy,” he groaned behind her as he slammed all the way into her. She moaned and clenched around his cock as he plunged in and out of her at a brutal pace. The sound of his hips pounding into her bent-over form echoed up and down the alley they were fucking in.
She didn’t know how she ended up like this.
Was it early-onset compulsive sexual behavior disorder?
Had the stress of the past week finally gotten to her?
She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Not as he hit that sweet fucking spot inside her over and over and over again, making her whole body shudder with the force of his thrusts.
It took everything to hold herself up, palms flat against the brick wall in front of her.
Her legs spread apart, as much as her leggings and underwear pulled down around her thighs allowed it.
Moaning louder, she pushed her ass back on him just as he slammed back in. He hissed, tightening his already too-tight grip on her hips. “Fuck.”
His deep male voice did things to her. She was panting, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She was not in control, not in the slightest.
Dropping her head down, unable to keep it up any longer, she looked between her thighs.
She watched as his thick shaft slipped in and out of her—her slick cum coating his hard erection.
She watched as strings of her arousal dripped down from the mess he was making of her pussy, right into the red-laced thong she had worn when she’d fucked another stranger early that morning.
When she moaned next, it nearly came out as a scream when a powerful orgasm blasted her apart, splitting her wide open and laying everything bare—for a stranger.
She couldn’t even remember his name.
Blinking away the stars in her vision, Soraya barely registered a deep voice drawling somewhere behind them, “I always knew you were a bastard, Raziel—but fucking in an alleyway? This is beneath even you.”
Great. Caught with her pants around her thighs and a stranger’s cock seated deep inside her. Soraya never thought she would have an audience to witness her descent into becoming a full-fledged whore. The part that killed her the most? She didn’t hate it.
She needed more.