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He pushes into me, his finger curling as he starts to finger-fuck me, rubbing both my G-spot and clit.
I’m vaguely aware that people move, going about their business, not far from the pool of darkness we’re in. And right then, I don’t care if there is an audience watching. All I care about is what he’s doing to me.
My breath is erratic and I’m moving hard against his fingers, and now, he raises his head to my ear.
“You are so fucking wet and responsive.”
And then he pushes me over the edge as he kisses me. My pussy convulses, clamping on him as I moan into him.
He lets me go, withdrawing his fingers. I’m boneless as he kisses me again, then steps back and sucks his finger.
“That’s just a taste of what I can do to you, Sadie. Want to come to my hotel?”
Chapter Two
Leland
She’s a little too young, very early twenties. I know that. But she’s fucking hot, and the woman I was planning on getting down and dirty with in this city got back together with her boyfriend.
That doesn’t bug me in the least bit because she was meant to be a filler, something to do, someone to do to pass the time until I go back home to Norhill Tops.
However, Miss Sadie is sexy as fuck. She’s a strange mix of confidence and fumbling. Innocence and having lived a life that’s a story for someone.
Not me, though.
I don’t live here.
I’m in town for now and only looking to fuck her brains out.
Right now, while I finger her in this alley, the heat of her cunt makes me hard. The tightness. The way she melts, moans, and clamps on my finger in an orgasm I cut short.
My cock is throbbing, and I want inside her. I want to make sure when she comes again, it’s nice and long. And I want hernaked in my bed while I build her up and slam inside her pussy until she’s fucking screaming for more. Which I’ll give her at least until the sun comes up or we both pass out.
Total full-on fantasy when it comes to Miss Sadie.
Best thing? I’m gone tomorrow.
So, it’s going to be a fantasy fuck like no other. Something for my spank bank.
My mouth is at the base of her throat, and her breathing, little sounds that slide against my cock are everything. She smells like flowers, cut fresh, with dew still clinging. Just a hint of sweetness and something I want to lick from her skin.
“Yes. I do,” she answers. Her voice low, a cadence that has a hint of huskiness like she smokes in secret, like she knows things. It’s insanely sexy with that morning dew and innocence twisted into it.
“Let’s get a cab, Sadie.”
I don’t think it’s her real name, but I also don’t care. It’s not like I’ll remember her after I head home. I lead her out of the alley, ignoring the looks of passersby, and I get an Uber for us. There’s a fever in my blood, and the heat of her burns into me, punching it higher.
Maybe I should take her for more drinks, a late dinner, and conversation. I’m not above wining and dining. Or getting to know the woman a little. Talk is a turn-on, with the right flirting, along with intelligence.
I’m definitely down for old-fashioned anonymous fucking when the want and need is cinder hot and rising.
But this is different. It’s the fever pushing me, like it pushes her. She’s not the type to grab and kiss like she did. I know because I felt the shake to her fingers, the slight hesitance before I took over and she gave into the carnal need in her.
As the car pulls up and we get in, we don’t talk, my hand on her thigh, just resting because it’s a game, and a test of my own resolve.
Because the reason I didn’t indulge in the flirt and the talk and skipped all those pages ahead is the need to have her.
Pretty Sadie with the wrong color hair. I don’t mind the shade she’s dyed it, it looks hot, and it’s not my place to judge. I suspect she’s heart-stoppingly spectacular without the layer of artifice, and if she had her natural color. It is something else and something that gets down into the bone, that makes me hard and wanting. I’m not immune.
