“Touch your clit, Saint. Nice and slow.”
She obeys, fingers finding her clit and circling, hips twitching as she lets out a moan. I watch, mesmerized. My hand drops, unzips, takes out my cock—already leaking. I stroke myself, slow and rough, eyes never leaving her.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I breathe. “Look at me while you do it.”
Her gaze meets mine, pupils blown. She’s biting her lip, fighting a moan, dragging her fingers over her clit just the way she likes it. Her hips lift off the seat, greedy for it.
“Open wider,” I snap. “I want to see you throb when you come.”
She groans, fingers moving faster, and my hand matches her pace. The car smells like sex and sweat and her.
“Fucking perfect,” I tell her, voice a low growl. “Show me how filthy you are. I want you coming on your own fingers before I touch you.”
She gasps, legs shaking, her body all tension and hunger, wet and exposed for me and no one else.
“Now, Saint. Come for me again. Let me fucking watch you.” She’s so fucking close. I know it.
She spasms, hips bucking, fingers slick and glistening, her pussy pulsing and desperate. I squeeze my cock, biting back a curse as I watch her orgasm.
She slumps back, panting, hips twitching every time she circles her clit, trying to drag herself down from that edge. I shove open the driver’s door, zipper already down, cock hanging heavy, thick with need. I want her taste in my mouth, want to ruin her completely.
“Don’t stop yet, Pícarita.”
The door slams behind me. I’m at the back door in a heartbeat, reaching in, grabbing her ankle and dragging her to me. My dick jumps just seeing her—wet and pink, a clear drip of slick running down her slit. I groan, low and rough, because that’s mine.
“Let me taste,” I growl—not a request. I grip her thighs and yank her closer, bury my face between her legs. My tongue slides up her cunt, licking up that drip, moaning into her because fuck, she tastes like everything I want and nothing I deserve. “Now turn around.”
I climb in after her, shut the door, stroking my cock—so fucking hard it hurts—watching her get on her knees, hands on the door, looking over her shoulder at me, ass pushed out, ready.
“Look at you,” I sneer, stroking myself. “So desperate for it you’d let me fuck you in a filthy alley, like the cock-hungry little slut you are.”
I palm her cheeks, kissing one, then the other before I peel her panties down and get a view of her gorgeous pussy. ‘Beautiful.” I say, tilting my head and watching her.
She arches her back more, spreading for me. She wants this as much as I do.
“You just going to look all day or fuck me?”
She’s drunk on sex and thirsty for more.
“Don’t worry baby, you know what I’m going to give you.”
I don’t make her wait. I can’t. I line myself up, stroke the head of my cock up and down her slit, spreading her wetness, dragging it over her clit just to hear her whine, just to make her want it that much more. Then I push in, one long,brutal stroke, bottoming out, my hand tight on her shoulder, dragging her back onto me.
Fucking heaven.
Her pussy grips me, pulsing in waves that drag another broken groan out of my chest. I grab her hips, driving her back onto me with each thrust—hard, relentless, everything inside me focused on the next slick, brutal slide.
The car rocks. The glass fogs. Her ass slaps against my hips, every smack echoing in the tight space. I catch her hair, fingers tangling in her curls, dragging her head back so she can’t miss the way I watch her come apart. She claws at the seat, breathless and wild, her moans growing louder—too loud.
I spot a cop car across the street. The bastard makes a U-turn, coasting past the mouth of the alley, slowing. Creeping past and I can’t tell if he’s scouting us out or not. Saint sees him too.
But I don’t fucking care. I’m not stopping. Not for him, not for anyone.
“Let him try,” I growl, dragging her hair back until she’s arching, still taking every inch. “He comes over here and I’ll put a bullet in his head while my cock stays buried in you, baby.”
She laughs, breathless and raw, her hand working between her thighs. I tell her to rub her clit—watch her obey, fingers fast and needy. Her cunt tightens. My hips stutter. The sound she makes is enough to finish me off.
“That’s it, Saint.”
