“You’re going to ruin this,” she breathes, gasping between kisses.
“I want to,” I growl. “I want to tear it off you and fuck you right here until you scream my name.”
She lets out a soft, vicious laugh. “Then stop talking and do it.”
My hands slip under the hem of her dress. Her thighs tremble as I drag the fabric up, exposing skin like silk over fire. No underwear.
“Stars, Liora?—”
“Didn’t want panty lines,” she smirks.
I fall to my knees.
The pavement is hard. I don’t care. I spread her legs and press my mouth to her pussy like I’ve earned the right to live here. Her taste is sharp and sweet, slick already. She moans and grabs a fistful of my hair, dragging me closer.
“Fuck—yes—right there?—”
I lap at her clit, suck it gently, then slide two fingers inside her tight, pulsing heat. She arches off the wall, her heel scraping the brick behind me.
Her voice is a ragged whisper. “You’re going to make me come so fast?—”
“That’s the idea,” I growl, licking her deeper. “I want you shaking.”
She breaks around my fingers, pussy clenching, thighs locking around my head. She moans my name so loud it echoes off the alley walls. I don’t stop. I drag her through every wave of it, until she’s panting, trembling, eyes glazed with pleasure.
Then I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Her hands are already at my belt.
“I need you,” she whispers. “Now.”
I undo the buckle, shoving my pants down just enough. My cock springs free—long, thick, ridged, and already leaking.
Her eyes widen. “Every time I see it, I think, there’s no way that fits?—”
“Yet here we are,” I smirk, lifting her easily.
She wraps her legs around my waist.
“Ready?” I murmur, lining up.
“Do it.”
I thrust in slow, watching her face contort with heat and pleasure and stretch. Her pussy clamps around me, slick and hot, and I groan as I bottom out.
“Stars—you’re so fucking big?—”
“You take me like you were made for me,” I growl, thrusting again, deeper this time. “Like your pussy was built to hold my cock.”
She shudders, arms around my neck, nails scraping my scalp. I start to move—slow, controlled, grinding deep into her on every stroke. Her moans spill out in broken syllables.
“Gyon—more—harder—please?—”
I obey.
I fuck her hard against the alley wall, hips slamming into hers. Her dress is bunched at her waist, her tits pressed to my chest, her head thrown back as she gasps my name.
“You’re mine,” I whisper in her ear. “Say it.”
