“Damn right, I’m bossy. I’m the boss, after all, so you can believe me when I tell you how beautiful this body is, and how perfect this cunt is. I have discerning taste.”
I worked her hard with my hand, and I could feel her rising. She writhed back into me, gripping my wrist, her groans urging me on, and then her pussy clamped around my fingers like a noose.
I finger-fucked her through her first orgasm as well as I could, considering how tightly she strangled my hand. Even her thighs cut off my blood supply.
But I wasn’t done. I needed more.
“Don’t collapse yet, heathen. I’m not done with you,” I said roughly, biting her earlobe until she shuddered, and I yanked down my shorts and boxers. My cock slapped her ass, flushed red and drooling from the tip.
“What? Here—” Selena started.
I clamped a hand over her mouth. There was the sound of someone talking, muffled, but close. It had to be someone in a different store, or maybe in the alley behind us. They wouldn’t be able to see us, but they’d hear us if we were too loud.
“I’m not going to fuck you here, sweetheart, in this dirty alley. I don’t want a single body part of yours to touch anything here,” I told her in a whisper, my hand still over her mouth. “But if Idon’t come in close proximity to you, I might die from lack of blood to the head. Nod if I have permission to do that and make you come again at the same time.”
She was still for a moment and then very slowly nodded. Heat surged through me, precum leaking wildly from my cock. I bent her forward a little, still holding her mouth so no one could hear us, and eased my cock in the tight little gap between her strong inner thighs.
Her muscles clutched at me. I bent my legs to angle slightly upward, so when I thrust, my cock rubbed right along her slit. I pushed forward, making sure to catch her clit with the head of my cock.
She was so wet it coated my cock, making the exquisite tightness between her thighs even better.
Her cunt was so hot, and I couldn’t stop thinking how easy it would be to sink inside her. I wouldn’t, since I’d told her I wouldn’t, but what shocked me was that I even wanted to. Since I was fifteen, my father had drilled into me the dangers of coming inside a woman. How it could fuck up rich men’s lives, how they’d be targeted for surprise pregnancies, or even just accused of being the father of a kid regardless of whether you really were or not. It was all bullshit, I realized now, as I tortured myself by fucking so close to Selena’s cunt but not inside it.
I’d gone along with my father’s ridiculous fears not because I’d believed him, but because I’d never been that bothered. Getting off was getting off. I didn’t care beyond that. A necessary bodily function like blinking or breathing. If I had to take care of the urge myself, then so be it.
But this woman—this woman was different. I wanted to push deep inside her and watch her expressions. I wanted to see what it was like when we were joined. I wanted to come inside her, and fill her up with my cum. I wanted to stamp my name inside her cunt so no one else would dare touch it.
My thoughts were alien to me. Wild, and reckless, and out of control. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it was immediately addictive.
I felt more alive right now than I had in years.
Selena moaned against my hand, and I took my fingers away.
“Brody, I’m going to come again,” she whispered, sounding shocked by the fact.
“Wait for me, I’m so fucking close,” I told her.
I thrust on her again, and again. She sucked my fingers, rubbing her hot tongue over the tips.
It broke me.
My spine tingled, my balls drew up, and I was coming. I kept thrusting as I came, coating the insides of her thighs and her slit with my cum. She shook, biting down on my fingers, and I reached around her and rubbed her clit ruthlessly, my cum making all the lube we could ever need.
Our joined, harsh breaths fogged the air. Slowly, I pulled myself from her. Her tight thighs had practically cleaned off any residue from my spent cock.
I tucked myself into my shorts, yanking them up quickly, before helping Selena to turn around. Since her workout pants were tight around her knees, she had to hop to manage it.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” I murmured, gaze riveted to the sight of my creamy spend across her mound, caught in the caramel curls and rubbed into the skin of her thighs like expensive oils. “What a mess.”
“Yeah, your mess,” she panted softly.
I nodded. I ran my hands through the leftovers, my finger stopping when I felt an unexpected ridge. I bent to get a better look.
“Don’t,” she said quickly, but it was too late.
Perfect little rows of straight, white scar tissue marched down her inner thighs. Her most hidden places, decorated with the tally of her days of suffering. Something cold inside me cracked at the sight of all those scars. Now, they glistened with my cum smeared across them. I moved my hand more purposefully over them, rubbing the spend in, cleaning her up.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
