Page 54 of Petrichor

“I’ll use your cock as a dildo and fuck myself on it.” I bare my teeth at him.

His fingers tremble slightly around my throat. He pulls back and then shoves his nine inches in, filling me to the brim. His eyes are burning into mine as he punches his hips, rubbing right against my sweet spot. His lips part, and the horny expression on his face almost makes me come then and there.

My slutty cries resound inside the alley as he pistons his hips in a vicious rhythm. His hand is kneading my ass cheek to the point of pain while his mouth closes on my nipple, sucking hard, turning the bralette’s fabric wet. My body and my mind are both melting with ecstasy. It’s like he knows all my erotic points.

His thumb pries my mouth open and slips inside pushing down on my tongue, pulling on the side of my mouth. I bite it and then suck it hard, just like the way I know his dick likes it.

He growls, stopping his hammering to grind his cock deep.

“You are a distraction. Still, I can’t stop craving you,” he grunts. “I didn’t fucking want her.” Why is he telling me this? After he had her! I want to take those words apart and analyze them. Takehimapart and study every single piece, fragment, tiny speck that define him.

“Stop.” He doesn’t need to explain, even though I want him to. And that’s the problem. I shouldn’t.

“You. I wantyou.” Pain and pleasure collide inside me.Marco wants me.I hate how desperatelyIwant to believe him.

He’s stretching my inner walls mercilessly as he makes round movements with his waist. It’s like he’s trying to reach further inside me, to open me more—which is impossible. I’m utterly stuffed with his dick, my insides are molding around it. Like it’s now part of me.

“Just get it over with,” I whisper. I won’t let this incredible physical compatibility fool me. We are just using each other.

His lips tighten. “Your body betrays you. You’re strangling my raw dick so hard, it’ll soon drain my balls,” the conceited ass hisses, while I catch on to the fact that he’s bareback inside me.

Fuuuck! This man really makes my brain check out. I let out an angry groan that turns into a gurgle when he shoves two fingers inside my mouth and starts finger fucking me.

“Your hips can’t stay still, Fly. You want my load inside you. Want me to breed you,” he sneers.

Breed? Why does that word make me shiver all over? I can’t fucking get pregnant, it’s humanly impossible. But the thought of feeling full, of having his jizz tucked inside of me, makes my dick weep. I grab it and begin to jerk off, unable to stop the blazingdesire scorching my guts. My mouth keeps swallowing his fingers with eagerness as saliva drips down the corner.

“Yeah.” He pulls out and then rams back in, setting a hard pace. I take each vigorous thrust, moaning like a porn star. Biting hard on his fingers. “You want me to stuff you, want your belly to grow, heavy with my juice.”

My hand is flying fast on my dick. Instead of making me cringe, the taboo of violating safe sex—a practice I normally adhere to—fills me with lust. It’s a transgression, a powerful eroticism of doing something so dirty. With Marco. My eyes cross as I remember who’s nailing me against a wall in an alley.

“Ready to get loose, all wet with my cum?” His growly, aroused voice, the roughness of his pumps and his dirty words send me to the other side. The orgasm barrels into me, lifting me high, higher until I almost touch the sky. The world turns white, and as his fingers leave my mouth, I can only scream one thing.

“Cazzo.Sí. Call my name.” He’s breathing hard between gritted teeth. “Keep those horny eyes open. So. Damn. Pretty.” He fucks every word into me. “I’m not going to pull out. Open up wide, I’m about to pump you full.”

I’m still being hit by echoes of my orgasm as he grabs my thighs and pushes them open as far as they go. It’s such a vulnerable position, being held up against the wall like this, but the uneasiness is soon taken away by the unrestrained desire I see in his dark eyes. He spits on my puffy entrance, slides his cock out and spits again, driving it back in. A low, satisfied grunt, and next he’s pistoning inside my aching hole again.

My hands squeeze hard on his shoulders while my mouth sucks, bites, and licks his strong neck. God, I could live only on the salty taste of his skin, the smooth feel of it, the sensation of his vein pulsing underneath.

I feel him so much deeper in this position, touching an unexplored part of me. His fingers holding my legs are digging into my skin. His cock is jolting me like a rag doll with every hard push. My back bumping into the wall hurts, but I don’t care. Nothing matters.

We are both looking down at his cock now, spearing my stretched pucker. The wanton sight and the squelching, filthy sounds almost make me hard once again. The slapping of his balls against my ass is a hypnotizing sound. I feel the urge to milk him until I drain them, so I contract around his cock as tight as I can.

It works. His thrusts lose rhythm, turning fast and desperate. Then his body tenses, and I feel his length throbbing and jerking while he floods me with his warm cum. His head falls back as he groans all his pleasure. His hips move back as he gives me two more hard thrusts that make me gasp before becoming still.

Marco's heavy breaths are loud in the alley. I can also hear again the music pumping from inside the club, the chatting of people passing by, the honk of a car, and the kissing sounds a few feet from us.

“Can you feel it?” His raspy, deep voice makes me shiver all over. He groans, a low rumble that pushes a moan out of my lips. “You’re squeezing my dick so hard my cum is overflowing from your hole, but you’re still thirsty for more, aren’t you?”

God how much I hate the way he reads me so easily. Because now that I know what it’s like to be pumped full of cum I don’t think I can’t ever stop dreaming about it.

When I lift my head, he’s staring at me. His eyes, they are two bottomless pools I could drown in. I suddenly feel self-conscious. His chest is rising and falling against mine, and his hard dick is still stretching my inner muscles. My back stings and my spread-out legs are starting to really ache now. But I can’t utter a word.Because when he lets me down, reality will catch up with me, and I’ll be angry and hurt all over again.

When he finally starts to pull out, my fingers curl around his jacket to prevent a fall. He lowers my legs gently on the ground, and the renewed feeling of gravity brings a profound hollowness, an emptiness that hits me hard. I’m deprived by his sudden absence in me.

The gape of my ass feels wet as it leaks, the residual pain and pleasure makes my thighs quiver, and I hold on to him as my body jerks. He lets me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

Some of my cum ended up on the front of his shirt. I’m definitely not going to pay for that. I take a big breath, filling my lungs with his sweet scent, before I take a step back and start fixing my clothes. My top is ruined, Marco stretched the collar—I’ll detract it from what I owe him. I adjust the thong and push down my skirt, hissing when the jean fabric strokes my chaffed skin. I’ll need to use some ointment later.

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