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.
