Page 54 of Her Drag Barbarian

“Pft!” I said roundly.

Then I turned and noticed that he had already changed totally out of drag, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a sleeveless white shirt.

“Oh, you already changed out of your outfit!” I said disappointedly. “And I barely even got to see it.”

I felt his hands tighten even further on the back of my neck, and then he said, “Now you’ve made it impossible for me to make it home.”

“Wha--?” I started, but he put his hand on my mouth again and drug me into a dark alleyway and pressed me up against the brick wall.

I tried to say, “Beau, I can literally hear people in the next street having evening cocktails,” but his hand was pressed so tightly against my mouth that of course he heard none of it.

“Tell me that in a minute, El,” Beau said, and I felt him reach down to his pants, then grab for my jeans skirt, twisting the thick fabric up in his hands. I could hear his breath harsh against my ear even before I felt his dick on my ass. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he just shoved a knee between them, bending over me to run his tongue down my neck.

He shoved his dick past my thighs and into my pussy and I felt a soft moan in my throat at the feel of it, and of coursethathe understood, immediately removing his hand to pull my hips closer to him, and he ground his dick in me and groaned with satisfaction.

He grunted with savage need at the feel of my pussy, and then he was pounding his dick in me hard, inflamed by me, one hand slipping under my shirt to run across my belly.

“I can’t wait until I make your belly big,” he said. and I felt heat begin to gather along my skin.

I felt him suddenly clutch me and stop, his thighs shaking behind me.

“Did you finally decide to wait until we’re home?” I said, twisting around to look at him.

“Shut up, shutup,” he said, burying his head in my hair for a second, then turning to rest his forehead against the wall. “Your voice makes me want to come.”

I felt a jolt of pure lust and my head swam with the power. I turned my head to where he was resting against the wall.

“Just my voice?” I asked, and I bit his neck, sinking my teeth into his warm skin.

I felt a sharp intake of breath, and he was coming in me even though he had been trying desperately to hold off, his face now buried in my hair and his hands clutching me as he came deep inside me.

I smiled to myself, enjoying the feeling of the power rushing to my head, even though my pussy had begun to throb.

I felt his arm tight around my waist, and he stood for a second behind me and I could feel the sweat from his forehead on the back of my neck.

“Well, time to go,” I said, but he spun me around, shoving me up against the wall again, and he stuck a rock-hard dick in me.

“What the fuck?” I yelped. “How do youdothat?”

“You do it to me,” he ground out, “and how wet and ready your pussy is for me to put a baby inside you.”

Then he tipped my hips back so his cock didn’t hit my clit when he thrust into me.

And he wrapped my legs around his waist and began to take me roughly, his thrusts making heat flow to my core, but I couldn’t come because he had my hips tipped up.

That big dick was splitting me open.

“OK, come on, Beau,” I gasped, the sweat starting to drip down my back and between my breasts as he held me away from my orgasm.

But he was in a good rhythm now that he had cum in me once, and I felt his powerful thigh muscles move as he pounded in me.

“No fucking way,” he said, bending down to my lips.

I moaned against his mouth, not caring this time who heard me at the cocktail bars.

In desperation, I tried to move my hand down to my pussy, to touch my aching clit, but he grabbed it and pinned it against the wall behind me.

“Nice try brat,” he said mockingly.

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