“Looks like I win this round.”
CHAPTER 11
CY
She was like putty in my hands. It felt good to take something clean and fuck it up, knowing it would never be the same again.
She’d surprised me—but that only made me want to leave my mark on her more. She was ripe for corruption, and I was going to be the one to take her over the edge.
We’d barely stumbled out the back door before she pushed my Vysor up and sucked my tongue into her mouth. She kissed like a rich girl, like she thought she was in charge. I was going to show her just how wrong she was.
I slammed her up against the filthy alleyway wall, behind a rotting garbage unit tagged with graffiti. She gripped the collar of my jacket and yanked me in tighter. She’d teased me enough tonight that she wasn’t getting even a moment of softness. I grabbed one of those perfect tits, her nipple already hard through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra. I rolled it between my fingers, and she whimpered—pathetic and perfect—and my rock-hard cock throbbed in response.
My other hand slid up under that stupid preppy skirt, searching for the panties that would soon be on the ground with the rest of the trash.
“You’re fuckin’ drenched, doll.” I pushed a finger past the cotton and up into her warm, velvety cunt. “Guess you liked teasing me, huh?” She moaned into my neck. That was the only confirmation I needed.
I pinched her nipple again, and she clenched around my fingers. “So responsive. You’re gonna feel so fuckin’ good.”
I shoved her skirt up over her hips—anyone walking down the alley could have seen it all. She stiffened, but I didn’t stop. I pulled my fingers out and started to unbuckle my pants. That’s when she tried to shove me away.
“Wait, not here!” Her eyes were wide.
“Sorry, doll. Too late for regrets now.”
She pushed me again. “Come on, don’t be like that. Take me to your place.”
“I don’t take home girls I just met.”
She gave me a withering look. “But you’ll fuck me?”
I leaned in, licking the spot on her neck where her pulse pounded erratically. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that to you.” She whimpered again, her body softening under my hands.
“What about there?” She pointed past me. I turned to see a shitty pay-by-the-hour motel down the alley.
“Probably cleaner out here, doll.” That wasn’t a lie. She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip—probably worked like a charm on whatever rich daddy she had.
“Please?” I didn’t move. Her eyes hardened again like when she’d thrown that dart, and she shifted, sliding the heel of her palm down the length of my cock, over my pants—hard.
“Please.” She leaned forward and snagged my lower lip between her teeth, stroking me again. If I didn’t want to come in my pants, I had to do something.
“Fine,” I muttered. “But you owe me.” I grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the motel while she scrambled to pull her skirt back down.
I tapped my employee badge at the automated kiosk, and an old-school keycard popped out. I’d expense it later. She snatched the card and tugged me along, still trying to stay in control. I was going to fix that.
Down the hall, she beeped open the door to our room. Wasn’t much of a room—literally just a bed and a door to a dirty bathroom. It did have a tiny window that looked like it actually connected to the outside.
“Classy place.” I grumbled.
“Perfect for some slum fun, right?” She crawled onto the bed, and I watched her perfect ass before she flipped over. Tugging open her shirt to expose a lacy bra, she popped each of those perfect tits out.
She traced a finger around one of her dark nipples, and my mouth watered as they hardened to firm points. I was frozen in place, watching as she pinched one.
“You shy now?” She teased, testing me.
I shrugged off my jacket and shirt. “That depends—are you a good girl or a bad girl?”
“I can be whoever you want me to be.”
