His head tilts to the side, his breath soft against my skin. “Is that what I need to do? Fuck you stupid, so you don’t go off and make shit choices.”
Stopping a guy from hurting a woman isn’t a shit choice. I squirm under his gaze. I’ve been fine the past week. I’ve only wanked off a couple of times at the thought of Tristan’s cock inside me. Okay, so more like daily, but can you blame a girl?
I’m tired. And needy, and if he’s going to trap me against a wall like this, then why can’t he just fuck me?
Tristan is dead silent. He’s an unmovable stone. It only makes me squirm harder.
His head leans in the other direction. A predator playing with his food.
Then he leans forward, rubbing his erection into me.
Another little noise escapes out of me.
“Yeah, all right, baby. I’ll fuck you if you say so.” Like he’s doing me a favor.
He drops my arms, his hands sliding under my tank top.His fingers find the pasties, and he laughs, exploring the material before tugging them off and throwing them down the street. His hands are right back under my tank, squeezing both nipples.
The painful throb shoots to my pussy, clenching.
An obscene noise comes out of my mouth. I’ve never come from nipple play alone, and I’m stunned at the quick jolt.
“Jesus, baby.” His words hold a dark chuckle. “You really did need to come, greedy girl.”
I whimper as he rubs my nipples, making sure I feel every electrical shockwave. Then his fingers make quick work of my jeans, the zipper down before I fully register it.
“This will be quick,” he tells me. “You’re going to be a good girl and come around my cock, okay. Do you understand?”
I’ll do whatever he wants just so long as he’ll fuck me.
He unzips himself, and another unflattering noise comes from me. He fists his hard cock, stroking himself once, twice, my mouth watering at the sight.
“Jesus.” He breathes out. “Fuck, Isolde.”
“Mhhhhmmm.” I claw at his arms, the thick woven material of his suit jacket covering his muscles. “P-please.”
He rolls his hips, my back slamming against the rough brick. I welcome all of it. The way his cock hits me inside, his movement hitting a spot that has my mouth dropping open. The rougher, the better, and I love how he’s basically holding me up, using me however he wants against the wall.
“Fuck,” he grunts. He leans back slightly, one hand still gripping my waist. The other tilts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re going to prove to me that you can follow rules, right, baby?”
I nod.
“You’re lucky I’m letting you come again, considering the bullshit you just pulled.”
“I-I need to come,” I pant.
His hand slips under my tank top, his fingers pinching my nipple. The back of my head slams into the brick wall. He teases and pulls my nipple, lifting my breast as he rolls the nipple between his fingers.
“Let go, Isolde,” he coaxes me. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you.”
I tumble into the sensation, zaps of pleasure raining over me.
His movements only get more aggressive in response.
“I’m going to come inside you.” I nod. “You’re going to have to take it, like a good girl.” I nod again. I canbe his good girl.
I hold onto him tight, stroking the back of his head. This time he’s the one making some strangled noise, his spine stiffening. He keeps rocking his hips, spurts of his cum filling me deep.
Laughter cuts into the night. A car horn blares. Chests still heaving, we stare at one another as the realization that we’ve just fucked in an alleyway hits home.
