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The smell of sandalwood rushes over me at the same time that I get my first look at my attacker. Terror mixes with lust in an instant.
"Shut the fuck up and get on your knees," he demands.
"What?" I ask with wide eyes and heat thrumming through me.
He steps closer, pushes on my shoulders to make my back hit the building behind me. "Get. On. Your. Knees."
The sound of laughter comes from the opening of the alley, and I look toward it, but Jackson's fingers digging into my jaw quickly turns my head back to him.
"Do you think any of them can save you?" he asks through clenched teeth. "If I have to tell you to get on your fucking knees again, I'll choke you to death after I come down your throat, then leave your body for all those nice people to find."
"Okay, okay." I shakily submit, beginning to lower.
I push the fabric of my dress aside, my bare knees dropping to the rocks and concrete beneath me. He grips the top of my head with one hand and unzips his pants with the other. Then he's taking his cock out, the length of it bringing the tip to just a few inches from my lips.
"Suck it."
I lick the head and he hisses, circle the head with my tongue and he groans, take him into my mouth and he curses. He steps forward, and I can barely move my head back, trapped between him and the wall of brick behind me. Apparently, that's where he wants me, because he takes another step forward, making it so I can't move my head at all. He thrusts into my mouth, and all I can do is keep my lips wrapped around him, move my tongue on him, hollow my cheeks on him.
"Fuck," he grunts. "I knew that pretty mouth would look even better full of my cock."
I groan on him, his words making me want to bring my fingers to my bare pussy, stroke myself until I come right here in this alley. But I don't dare. Not when I want him to do it under the table like he promised later.
He begins slamming himself into my mouth, more than I can take, stretching my lips, forcing himself down my throat. I choke on him, tears springing to my eyes and spilling over, hands flying up to his thighs.
"Don't even think about pushing me away," he warns.
I only curl my nails into his pants instead. He pulls back, driving into my mouth a few times before pushing into my throat again.
"Swallow it," he tells me.
I don't hesitate to obey. My throat works to swallow around him, and a long, deep groan leaves him. Then he pulls out and begins fucking my face. There's nothing else to call it as he slams into my mouth repeatedly, paying no mind to the way each brutal thrust pushes my head farther into the wall, no care for the sounds echoing in the alley. His groans, me choking on him, the rocks shifting under my knees and his shoes. I'm not at all surprised when I hear someone stop near the alley.
"Do you guys hear that?" a woman asks.
He doesn't stop at the voice, only putting himself down my throat again. I swallow around him, and his hand slaps into the wall behind me.
"Just like that," he grunts.
My eyes are trying to look to the side, to see how close the people are, but I can't see anything from where my head is pinned.
"I don't hear anything," a man answers.
They sound closer now.
"So fucking close now," he groans.
I move my tongue on him, admitting to myself that the thought of them finding me on my knees, my lips stretched around his cock thrills me.
"I thought I heard..." the woman trails off.
"Yes. Suck me. Don't fucking stop."
I tighten my mouth around him, sucking harder, wanting, needing his cum, and the taste of him. Then he sighs, long, deep, low, a moment before I feel his cum on my tongue, filling my mouth.
"Never mind," the woman says.
Footsteps get farther away from the alleyway entrance as Jackson gives short, slow thrusts into my mouth. He releases my hair and takes a step back, sliding out of my mouth. His hand on my chin tilts my face up. His eyes are on my lips. I know what he wants to see. I swallow and he watches my throat's movement, then smirks.
