I give her ass a spank, something I’ve wanted to do since she first opened that pretty mouth to mock me, and the sound resonates in the alleyway. I quickly glance around, but we’re still alone.
“This needs to be fast and dirty, kitten, before someone shows up looking for you,” I warn her, pushing a finger inside her, eliciting a moan from her. “But I promise, once I have you in my bed, I’ll make it up to you by eating you out so thoroughly that you’ll beg me to stop.”
“Clay,” she moans my name as I slide a second finger inside her, and after a few pumps, I can tell she’s ready for me.
I let my sweatpants and boxers drop down and position myself behind her. Since she’s smaller, I have to squat down a bit to match her height. It’s like a mini leg workout as I guide my cock to her pussy, teasing her by gliding it up and down a few times.
I close my eyes and release a groan, stilling for a second. Her pussy feels nearly hot compared to the cold outside, and I can’t wait to sink myself into her warmth.
“Quit playing around, Clay. You said we had to hurry,” she breathes out.
She’s right, so I slowly push inside, relishing the tightness that surrounds me.
“Holy fuck, kitten,” I breathe out, hearing her inhale sharply.
I give her ass another slap, leaving a red mark that I gently rub before pulling out and pushing back in slowly. I have to close my eyes. This feels like pure heaven, and I could do it all day long.
“Quick and… dirty, Clay,” Carolina reminds me between pants, and I firmly grip her hips, starting to thrust harder and faster into her. “Fuck, yes,” she moans.
My hand slips back under her hoodie, reaching up to her breasts. I squeeze them, one after the other, unable to resist.
“You’re so damn sexy, these tits… god,” I groan out. “I could spend hours just sucking on them.” I give them a firmer squeeze, and she moans in response.
What a beautiful sound.
I withdraw my hand from under her hoodie and let it travel to her ponytail, wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling it while continuing to thrust into her. She arches her back even more, and her hands lose their grip on the wall.
Needing more, I pull her up by her hair, pulling her head back so I can lick her throat. My free hand moves from her hip to her swollen and plump pussy, finding her clit. I grit my teeth to keep from coming as my fingers start tracing circles around it.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and come all over my cock in this dirty alleyway?” I whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her cold skin.
“Yes,” she breathes out, but after another thrust, I still, my fingers pausing on her clit. “Clay!” she protests.
“Say, ‘Clay, I’m your good girl,’ and I’ll let you come,” I order, nibbling on her ear, teasing her.
She shakes her head, refusing, so I pull her hips back into mine, driving in deep, making her moan once more. “Say it,” I demand.
She shakes her head again, and I give her ass a firm spank, harder this time. Finally, she blurts out, “I’m your good girl, Clay. Now make me fucking come, asshole.”
I chuckle but continue my thrusts, my fingers finding her clit again and her walls spasm around me.
“Then come for me, kitten,” I whisper in her ear, rubbing her clit a little bit harder, and she shatters around me, gripping my cock so tightly I can’t help but come along with her, grunting and moaning. Electricity shoots through me, and with a muttered “Fuck,” I let my head fall back.
I pull her back against me, craving the deepest connection possible as I come inside her. Having this with her is more than I could have imagined. This alleyway is not what I fantasized for our first time, but in the end, the place doesn’t matter.
When we come down from the high, and our breathing no longer echoes around us, I slip out and bend down to kiss the red mark on her ass cheek that I had left earlier. Tugging up her pants and panties, I tuck my cock back into my sweatpants. Then I turn her toward me, hugging her tightly.
Kissing the top of her head, I whisper, “You’re absolutely perfect for me.”
I feel her freeze in my arms and pull back slightly to look into her eyes. Her nose is red from the cold, and I can’t resist giving it a quick, gentle kiss. When I straighten up, her eyes are wide.
“Dio,what have I done?” she questions, tears welling up.
Dread fills my stomach. “Carolina, I?—”
“No, I need to go. I have to tell Joshua that I fucked up,” she interrupts, turning to leave, but I quickly grab her wrist.
“That’s the worst thing you can do right now. You’re upset and not thinking clearly. I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have…” I begin.
