Women Seeking Women #53

He shoved me against the stained wall in the alley, his fist knotted in my hair. Dark eyes burned, sweat sliding down his throat. “You know better than this, Elena,” he growled low, his free hand ripping at my blouse. Buttons flew across the wet pavement. I arched when his rough palm found my breast, thumb dragging hard over the nipple, pushing the lace aside until flesh met callused skin. He hiked up my skirt, bunching it at my hips, fingers pushing inside me without pause. I was slick already, shame and want beating together so hard my legs shook. He pressed two fingers deeper, curling them until I gasped his name like a curse. His cock pressed thick against my thigh through rough denim. He freed himself in one quick motion, heavy and hot in his hand. He bent his knees, guided the head between my folds, and pushed in hard. One thrust. My back slammed the brick, breath knocked loose. He fucked me without rhythm at first, just furious need—slamming forward, hips snapping sharp. His teeth found my neck, biting just enough to mark. Each drag out left me empty and clenching, each drive in slick and brutal. Rain started, cold on my skin, turning blood warm where he’d bitten. When his hand clamped around my throat I came hard, cunt pulsing tight around him, thighs trembling. He followed seconds later, spilling deep, teeth still latched, breath ragged in my ear. Afterwards the alley smelled of rain and sex, my blouse torn, knees weak, heart hammering like it wanted out. I didn’t look back when I left him still standing there, cock wet with us, staring at the dark like it might answer back.