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I turned the flimsy lock on the door while he worked me out of my hoodie. He tore at my tank top, exposing my breasts. There was a two-second pause where he searched my face to see if I’d changed my mind.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, moving closer.
With a subtle nod, he shoved my shorts down my legs just far enough to give him access to where he wanted to be and where I needed him.
I reached for him. “No,” he said, grabbing my wrists and placing them back by my sides. He took a step back and perused my half naked body from head to toe. Standing in that shitty bathroom with my tits half out and my bare pussy on full display, I felt more exposed than I would have fully nude.
He spun me around and bent me over the basin. I heard his buckle being undone and knew he was lowering his slacks just far enough to free his cock.
I never saw his dick. I didn’t care––when he stepped up behind me, I felt how hard and thick it was, and that’s all that mattered. The familiar smell of his cologne chased away any small reservations I had.
“Wait, condom.”
“I know you’re on birth-control and clean,” he said, lining the tip of his cock up with my entrance.
“I’m fucking you raw so you remember exactly who this pussy belongs to.”
He spread my legs as far apart as they would go, gripped my hip with one hand, and painfully shoved into me.
There was no adjustment period.
I bit down on my lip, tasting blood as my entire body shuddered from the brute force of his movements. It felt like being torn apart, I welcomed the pain, I could have gotten high off it but my body quickly responded to what he was doing to me. My arousal was soon drenching the shaft of his dick and coating the inside of my thighs. I clamped down on him tighter. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in approval. The cramped space was filled with the sound of my uninhibited moans–skin hitting skin, and the steady squeak of the sink shifting against the wall.
He slipped a hand around my throat and forced me to watch him fuck me in the mirror. My face was flushed pink, lips parted in a perfect O. My inner slut stared back at me cheering me on.
He gave me the hardest orgasm of my life without touching my clit once. I wasn’t sure if I yelled his name in my head or aloud, When I came, I gripped the sink so hard I lost temporary feeling in my fingers as heat pervaded through my entire body and I forgot the ability to stand.
He easily supported me, whilst continuing his savage fuck strokes, pushing deeper and deeper into me until he finally paused. His dick twitched as he came inside me. He pulled out and immediately tucked himself away.
I pushed my tits back in my torn tank-top as best as I could before slipping back into my hoodie. He stopped me from wiping the excess come dripping down my thigh away and pulled my shorts back up over the sticky mess.
Finally, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips and unlocked the door.
Still, we said nothing.
He intertwined our fingers and led me back to the main part of the diner. I gave a shameless little wave to the patrons who all stopped and stared at us as he paid for our meal, and earned a beautiful dimpled smile from Mateo. There was a small round of applause from a booth in a back corner when we made our departure.
It wasn’t until we were in the Mustang again and he placed a possessive hand on my bare knee that I realized how screwed I was.
I still had my uses for him, but they were nothing like I’d originally intended. I’d let him inside me, and that ruined everything. Our story now began in that shitty bathroom in a tiny diner with him bending me over the sink.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but life had a penchant for throwing people curveballs.
I never intended to fall in love with a drug lord, and our kind of love was doomed from the first start.
Part two
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos.
Don't know what they mean.
They're special, just for you.
White palms, baking powder on the stove.
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow.
–Lana Del Rey–
