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I run my knuckles the length of her bare arm. Fucking needing to touch her, feel her. She shivers at the contact, her pupils blowing. Breathing fastening, making her big, round tits rise and fall deliciously.
“You wanna get out of here?”
Zina’s eyes widen. I get it, I’m a stranger. And I don’t exactly look like the college boys she’s used to. But I know she feels this thing between us. This pull. And when she nods, staring deep into my eyes, still worrying her lip with her straight, white teeth, I want nothing but to scoop her away and never let go.
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO - Zina
What are you doing, Zina Washington?Apparently following a perfect stranger to his car. Ignoring all the cautionary tales I’ve ever heard or read, logic, and judgment. I’m operating on pure instinct. Guided by the raw, animalistic pull this man has on me. It’s inexplicable and uncontrollable. But something deep down in my very soul tells me he’s mine, and that I belong to him.
All it took was one look exchanged across a crowded room. A few words exchanged. Smiles, heated gazes. The brief brush of his hand on my arm. And I found myself more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s completely insane. And if anyone had told me this, I wouldn’t have believed them. Me, the mild-mannered, aloof book hermit. With barely ever any interest in the opposite sex. I’m so worked up that I can hardly think. My breasts feel heavy with desire, my nipples hard enough to cut through glass, and my pussy… Lord, my pussy feels hot, like there’s a heaviness at my apex. Like it’s a pulsating beast between my legs. Pacing and growling for her mate.What is happening to me?!
But my heart? My heart is quiet, at peace, content. Like it knows this is right. Meant to be. Like Mateo’s large hand engulfing mine is the most natural things. Walking me to a dark alley down the street, where he parked his car. Our arms brushing, his heat seeping through my skin, his scent making me feel dizzy.
I have no clue what’s about to happen between us. Or maybe what I mean is how far will it get tonight. But I know deep down this is just a beginning. The start of us. This was the man meant for me, and now I found him.
* * *
It’s a warm night. The sky is clear, with stars burning bright, and the moon glowing above us. Matt presses my back to his black Camaro. That’s the type of car I would have pictured him in. Powerful, with stylish lines. It fits perfectly with his bad boy persona, the dark eyes and complexion, large body, imposing presence, and tatts. I think I’m in love.
Am I just being a stupid young girl, falling for the first edgy guy who’s showing me interest? Before my doubts completely invade my brain, he cups the side of my face, pressing his front to mine with just barely there pressure. Making me feel his heat, the bulk of his muscles, the hard line of his cock. Shit. I let out an involuntary moan. Which he follows with a low, growly sound that rumbles from his chest and vibrates between us.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, sweetheart?” He presses his full, warm lips to my jaw. “I’ve never felt like this.” Another kiss. This time, on my cheek. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect.” When his lips meet mine, I mewl like a kitty in heat, my hands instinctively coming up to frame his face and pull him closer to deepen our kiss. Our tongues make contact and the amazing taste of him spreads through my mouth. “Oh fuck. You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, without interrupting the kiss. Our lips crushed together. Teeth clattering with the urgency of our movements.
“No,youfeel amazing,” I moan into Mateo’s mouth, eliciting another deep growl.
His huge hands are everywhere. Around my waist, pulling me flush to his hard form. Squeezing my full hips hard enough to leave bruises. Cupping my generous ass, grinding against my core, the heat between us enough to light a fire. Thrusting and rolling his hips into mine. Dragging me up and down the length of his thick, long, hard shaft. Fuck!
My panties are soaking wet, my pussy lips engorged, my core throbbing and clamping on nothingness. Everything feels so good, and not enough… I fucking need him. So I let him know. “Mateo… please… I need you.”
“Oh fuck, baby. If you say shit like that, it won’t last much longer.”
“Now,” I beg, in a desperate whine.
My skirt is bunched up around my waist, one of my legs hooked over his hip. Matt’s jeans and my soaked panties, the only barrier between us. And I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t get to feel his flesh against mine very soon.
“Fuck, sweetheart… can I taste you? You feel so fucking amazing… I need to taste you.”
I nod frantically, biting on my lip, and he lets out a strangled laugh, pushing back a strand of his inky hair that fell over his face. I notice his fingers trembling slightly. His breathing is ragged, wide chest rising and falling. Dark eyes glinting with inner fire.
He takes a step back, staring at me with ravenous hunger. I know I should be scared, or at least more reserved. This man is dangerous, I can tell. He’s bigger and stronger than me. We’re in an isolated spot. I didn’t tell my girlfriends where I went and with whom. All of that should cry danger, but it doesn’t. We just feel right and inexorable.
I watch as Matt falls down to his knees in front of me. He nuzzles my pussy through my wet underwear, his warm breath sending shivers all over my body, and I let out a loud gasp. One big hand clasps hard on my hip when the noise escapes me.
A nearby streetlight carves the powerful lines of his face. He’s fucking magnificent. He might be down on his knees for me, but he’s the conqueror, the warrior. I’m trembling all over as his rough hands slowly travel the length of my thick thighs. His dark eyes famished. The wings of his nose, flaring.
“You smell… fuck,” he cusses again gruffly.
Instead of pulling off my underwear, Mateo hooks a thick finger to its side and tugs it over my mound. The contact of the cool night air over my burning flesh sends more shivers through my body, and I moan again.
Without ever breaking eye contact, he leans into me and brushes the tip of his nose through my damp folds. My hands jump from his shoulders to come grip the soft strands of his thick hair. I’m a fucking wreck. Entirely owned, possessed before he’s even breached through.
Mateo takes a long, slow lick. Savoring me, drinking my juices directly from the source. And now I’m trembling from head to toe. Ready like never before. I know there’s no going back.
The same way he had my leg hooked around his hip, he cups my knee and drapes it over one broad shoulder. My lower lips part slowly and I feel how wet and engorged they are. And now it’s fucking go time. Mateo Romano fucking French-kisses my pussy the same way he devoured my mouth. He laps, suckles, twirls his tongue, drags it long and flat through my folds, and spears me with it as deep as it can go. I’m fucking gone for. Both of my trembling legs are over his massive shoulders and he’s bracing me firmly, his large hands filled with my ass. Going to town on me like he’s having his last and best meal ever. I shake and tremble, wailing loudly. The thought of getting caught, of someone seeing me like this. So fucking dirty. Getting head in a back alley. With my big tits spilling from my top, my skirt bunched around my waist, grinding myself onto his mouth. It’s nothing but a vague after-thought. Like it wouldn’t even truly matter. I doubt either of us would stop. Could stop.
When Matt starts sucking and licking on my throbbing clit and pushes two thick fingers inside me, I explode. Destroyed by wave after wave of an earth-shattering orgasm. I can hear how wet I am. The nasty noises of Matt’s lips and tongue driving me crazy. The vibrations of his groans on my flesh stretching my pleasure. He keeps licking and lapping until the very last tremble. Not caring that I almost pulled off handfuls of his hair. Just greedily feeding off of me and finger-fucking me at a leisurely pace. Nuzzling my poor throbbing clit with the tip of his nose.
He lowers my legs to the ground and stands, cupping my face. Then he gently coos and kisses me, brushing my hair away from my face, treating me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. The contrast with what he was doing to me just a few moments ago is mind-blowing. With this man, I can be everything. Every single part of me can thrive and grow. The dirty girl who wants to get ravaged, and the sweet one who craves love and intimacy. He’s fucking perfect.
