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“Put this on,” I order, handing him the condom before I turn around and bend over, using the wall for support.
He doesn’t move for a moment before I hear the crinkle of the wrapper, and then I feel him behind me, his rough hands smoothing over the cheeks of my ass.
“You sure?” he asks, making me grin.
In reply, I wiggle my ass at him, making him laugh before he presses into me.
I expect him to slam in, but he slowly enters, almost like he doesn’t want to hurt me.
I groan. I’m so wet from strumming myself earlier that there is no resistance, only pleasure.
Slipping my hand between my legs, I stroke my clit as he begins thrusting inside me, gently at first, before thrusting harder when I push back into him.
“More,” I order. He grips my hips and pounds into me. My arm aches from holding myself up, but I know the orgasm that’s threatening to wash over me will make it all worthwhile.
“I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” he grits out as I stroke myself harder.
“You’re right, you are,” I agree, making him laugh once more.
“Fuck,” he curses before wrapping a hand in my hair and yanking my head back, which makes me groan.
“You like that, huh? You’re a dirty girl that likes fucking a stranger in an alleyway?”
“I love it. Life’s too short,” I pant. “So little time, so many dicks to bounce on.”
His speed picks up. I’m not sure if it’s in temper or if my words push him over the edge, but when his hand moves from my hair to wrap around my throat, I come as soon as he squeezes.
I milk his dick so hard he curses, using words even I’ve never heard before.
After we both come down from our high, he pulls out, making me wince a little.
I stand up and button my pants before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Thanks, I needed that.”
I turn and walk away from him before he’s even tucked himself away.
“I feel so used,” he calls after me.
I smirk before turning to face him.
“Maybe I’ll stop by again sometime and apologize.”
“I’d be open to apologies. Wait, what’s your name?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“And the hits just keep on coming,” he grumbles lightheartedly. This time, I don’t turn around, or I might end up doing something stupid like taking him back to my place and fucking him again.
I make my way home with my head down now that the wind has picked up. This top is great for enticing targets but not for keeping me warm.
By the time I make it to my front door, I’m so cold I could cut glass with my nipples.
Instead of calling Sugar, I head straight for the bathroom and stand under the spray of a hot shower until my body has warmed up and my nipples are no longer in danger of taking someone’s eye out.
I dress in ratty sweatpants and a long-sleeved black Henley before dialing Sugar.
“Honey says things went fine on her end.” Sugar answers the cell, not bothering with something as trivial as hello.
