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The relief is instant.
I nip Axel’s hand and he laughs, yanking it away before I pull him into a relieved kiss, then turn to see the man and his cigar, leaving with a dog on a leash behind him.
“You good?” Axel rasps over my lips.
“Very good.” I shove him away, fighting. “Now, fuck you.”
He smirks. “No, I’m fuckingyou.”
He moves too fast, whipping me around. Pinning my back to his chest, he yanks his chain to my collar, his other hand fisting my skirt.
“Put your hands on the wall, but don’t spread your legs,” he commands. “Keep them together. Keep your ass really fucking tight for me to fuck.”
He’s sweating. So am I. His cologne and my perfume waft through the night jasmine air. The low rumble of an occasional car drives by. Pedestrians are absent. Perhaps another resident out for a nightly walk will catch us, but they won’t stop us.
Axel’s too hungry. “Such a good girl, trying to hide your naughty ass under this tight skirt.” He yanks it up, leaving itaround my waist. With his lips to my ear, I hear him dragging his zipper down. “I warned you what I was going to do to you tonight, didn’t I? Are you afraid?”
“Yes,” I lie.
Sort of.
My mind still registers the primal fear of a chase. But now … my fear bleeds into desire, soaking my muscles to relax.
“You know you can fight me, but I can have you any time I want.” He reaches around, his hand diving into my panties, his fingers skimming my slick lips. “Um, and your wet pussy sure knows it, too.” Teasing, he pulls the bullet out of my lace. Pressing the toy to my lips, he demands, “Taste what your pussy does for me.”
I lick my tangy flavor from the warm metal.
“Hmm, such a good girl, licking her cum for me,” he praises, tugging the bows free that hold up my panties. With a rude yank, he rips them off.
“Go to hell,” I hiss.
“Hell?” Holding my panties to my mouth, he taunts, “Yes, I amgoing to fuck thehellout of your ass. Do you have anything to say before I shut your bratty mouth up for it?”
“Fuck you, dickhead,” I hiss, letting it slide into my command. “Go ahead. Be a man. Fuck me like you hate me.”
“Oh, Ruby.” His bearded lips tickle my ear. “I could never hate you, baby. Not when your pussy exists for my cock. Not when your ass needs my cum.”
Gently, he presses my wet panties to my lips. “This is for your screams. Taste how they’re a lie. Taste how you really want my fuck.”
I let him stuff the lace into my mouth, leaving the ribbons to dangle over my chin. He does it just enough so I can breathe, just enough so I can crave my delicious degradation, tasting my desire for him on my tongue.
“Now be a good girl,” he growls, “and hold still.”
Fabric rustles. It must be Axel adjusting his pants. Quickly, I glance up and down the alley, making sure we’re still alone.
Not that I care.
Not that I wouldn’t want anyone to watch how much he wants me.
Not that I don’t want him, too. Anywhere. Any way.
I tremble when I feel a cool ribbon of lube, drizzle between my cheeks. I moan when Axel turns the crystal plug in my ass, teasing and tugging at it, too. Letting go of my collar, he rubs my aching clit as he gently pulls the toy out, leaving me open, raw, and ready.
A bottle capsnapsclosed. He must be putting the bottle and plug into his pocket before he presses his lips to my ear.
“You make me like this, Ruby. You make me an animal who wants to fuck you all the time.” His wide crown slowly urges into my slick, gaping entrance. “You make me want to do every filthy thing I can to you, for anyone to watch me fuck your ass, because you’re so fucking beautiful and mine.”
Slowly, Axel thrusts inside me, stretching me even more. He doesn’t make it brutal, but he’s not tender either. Spanking my tingling clit, he pushes right through the luscious burn in my ass, making me scream into my soaked lace, my thighs trembling, my hands shaking at his invasion.