“Shut up andfuckme,mate,” she growled.
Something deep and dark and dangerous lit his gaze and it made her even wetter, if that was possible.While he worked on his belt and slacks she shoved down her shorts and panties and yanked on her apron to spin it out of the way and give him access.Draping her arms around his neck, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and guiding his mouth to the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
They both groaned as he notched his cock and slid home, hot, hardened steel easily impaling her, deeply—oh, thank you, Goddess!—and he nuzzled the collar of her T-shirt aside to give him room to bite down—
She pressed her mouth to his other shoulder to muffle her scream of pain and ecstasy and sensations she never dreamed possible as his teeth sank into her flesh and his cock sank into her flesh and her brain sank into some fantasy place she never wanted to emerge from.
He turned them, his hands grabbing her ass and holding her, her back pressed against the warm brick wall as he fucked her, pistoning his hips and damned near driving the breath out of her with every stroke.
This wasn’t just the mother of all orgasms—this was the ancient source of unquantifiable pleasure, of the nerve center of the universe, where every previous orgasm she’d experienced in her life by her own hand or others withered and paled in stark contrast to the power surge lighting up every nerve in her body.
What she wanted to do was throw her head back and howl in thanks and lust and unbridled passion.
What she did—some small part of her brain still aware they were fucking in an alley behind a building in downtown Spokane—was clamp her teeth onto his shoulder and let out a low, pleased growl.
“Don’t stop,”she thought to him.
“Oh, don’t worry,mate.I’m not about to stop.”
God, she hoped he wasn’t a douchebag.Maybe it would’ve been better to ascertain thatbeforeletting him give her the best dicking of her life.
In an alley.
Behind a dumpster.
Those thoughts vanished as another wave of pleasure rolled through her, short-circuiting her brain.
Too late now.
She didn’t even care that they were both sweaty and the dumpster wasn’t exactly the most romantic of meet-fucks in the history of romance.All she cared about was the way he growled, deeply and possessively, when he finally released his bite and recaptured her lips, slanting his mouth over hers and driving his tongue deep inside of her as he fucked her.
Dumpsters are highly underrated as romantic spots.
That was the last cogent thought she had for…a while.She wasn’t sure how long they stood there, him fucking her—and could she add how sexy it was he could pick her up and hold her and use her like that—and her coming all over his cock until he finally let loose and filled her with a groan that sent one last delicious shudder through her.
They stood there panting, nuzzling each other, nothing existing in this moment but them.
He stroked her chin, a playful smirk quirking those delicious lips of his, lips she hoped to feel between her thighs in short order.
“Gillian, right?”he asked.
She barked a laugh.“What?Oh, yeah, my nameta…” Her eyes widened, a strangledmeepescaping her as she realized why he looked familiar.
Because hewasfamiliar.
“Peyton Bleacke!”
“So youhaveheard of me.”But his rakish smile made her laugh again.
“Oh,fuck, Mom’s gonna orgasm when she hears this.”
“Yeeeaaah, sorry, I’m safewording on mom-daughter sex.”But the delightful twinkle in his eyes, the snark—
Holy hell, she might just come again fromthat.
He finally broke the silence.“So, listen.Can we go to your place now and—”
“Oh, my gosh.Sorry!”He let her down—she wasn’t sure at first her legs would support her, but fortunately they did—and she started finding her clothes.
