Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Her breath came out in a gasp as she crashed against the alley wall. He gathered her hands above her head and pressed his muscular body to hers. She shuddered at the sensation of his erection against her ass. She tried to turn in his arms but his hold on her was firm.
“You didn’t obey,” he growled. His breath tickled her ear flaming her arousal whilst his threatening tone made the pulse in her neck beat frantically.
“You know I never do,” she replied cheekily. She sensed his smile behind her back as one of his hands roamed to fondle her breasts harshly. She bit back the moan that climbed to the back of her throat. Involuntarily, her body pushed against his. She grinned at his loud intake of breath. She rolled her eyes, men. She moved against him again and his hold on her hands slackened. Without another thought, she acted.
Elbowing him in the stomach, she turned and kicked at his shin. Ducking, she avoided his grasp. She had barely taken two steps when his large hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the ground. She screamed and his calloused hand covered her open mouth. She bit him, hard. He chuckled.
“Do you have any idea how hard I’m gonna ride you?”
Her eyes widened at his bluntness and her pussy creamed in anticipation. She didn’t have time to react as he pushed her against the brick wall once more.
“Promise you won’t scream or I’ll just have to eat up that pretty tongue of yours,” he warned. He twisted her hands behind her back and the cold touch of metal caused the hairs at the back of her neck to stand. The clicking sound confirmed she was now handcuffed and at his total mercy.
Tying her up didn’t mean she would give in easily. When he began to remove his fingers from her lips, she screamed. He slapped his hand over her mouth again, feeding her desire.
“You always have to do things the difficult way, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for her reply. Snaking his free hand under her black sweater, his hand slid up her stomach and to the swell of her breasts. She sucked in her breath, waiting. She wanted to move against him, to have him touch her, fondle her and suck her breasts until they were sore. Thick, agile fingers brushed against her left breast and the breath she had been holding broke free in the shape of a muffled moan.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?”
He grazed the pebbled nipple and she whimpered. Her breasts were heavy and full, her nipples stiff and aching for his touch. Thumb and forefinger tugged and pulled at the bud and she was grateful for his body pressed so tightly to hers or she would have crumbled to the ground. He twisted the rigid nipple and liquid rushed to her core. Unable to do anything else, she sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of his hand. As his caressing became more urgent, her bite turned into a sensual sucking, her mouth watering for the virile member pushing against her.
“You naughty kitten,” he growled. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
She shook her head no but she wanted nothing more than to have his thick veiny shaft buried to the hilt inside her. His hand left her breasts, and his fingers tickled her skin as they wound their way to the top of her pants.
“Did you really think this would stop me from ravaging you?”
Ravage, plunder, pillage, fuck her. No, she knew it wouldn’t stop him, it would only difficult the task, the challenge.
He popped the button of her jeans and lowered the zipper. Before she could protest, her garments were bunched at her knees. Without preamble, he cupped her sex. Even if she had tried, she would have been unable to hide the loud moan of pleasure that burst through her lips. He buried his fingers inside her slick pussy.
“You say no, but your body is begging to be fucked.”
Heat threatened to consume her as he rubbed her pussy. Two fingers entered her and she began to tremble. Another finger stretched and filled her but it wasn’t enough. She swayed her hips back and forth, whimpering her need for him.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna make you scream like never before.”
She wanted to scream at him and demand he fuck her already. Her heart pounded in her ears matching the throbbing ache between her legs. His fingers slipped out and she groaned, bereft of his caress. She heard him undo his belt and lower his pants. He pulled her sharply against him. His rigid member slipped between her thighs to rest at her dripping entrance, teasing. She bucked against him, moaning in desperation.
He chuckled, clearly amused at her need. Angered, she refused to play his game but when his swollen cock pressed against her tight opening she couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her hips towards him.
“If you could speak you’d be begging for me to take you right now,” his voice was a hoarse whisper and her heart warmed as she realized that his need was as great as hers.
Without warning, he raised her hips and guided himself into her warm cunny. She closed her eyes at the sheer pleasure. She longed to speak out her delight but his hand still covered her mouth. One hard thrust and he was buried deep inside her. She bit him.
“Fuck you’re tight, baby.” He kissed the back of her neck, and she groaned. She didn’t want him to be gentle. She wanted hard, hot and dangerous. Remembering himself and their game, he dropped his hand from her mouth and grabbed her hips so hard she was certain she’d be bruised the next day.
“What’s that? You want me to fuck you?”
He pulled back and slammed into her. Yes. His rhythm was frantic, his cock burying itself deep inside her in fevered possession. The friction he created was bordering on pain and yet the pleasure cursing through her wasn’t like anything she had ever felt before.
She whimpered like a dog in heat. Her breasts ached and her pussy wept without control. The alley was quiet except for the sound of flesh smacking flesh. She opened her eyes. She had forgotten where they were, everything had narrowed down to him claiming his pleasure; her pleasure. The thrill of knowing that anyone could discover them caused her breath to hitch. She heard the motor of a car in the distance. Her heart climbed to her throat. Yes. Her body tensed and with a keening cry she was coming, her world shattering as her lover finished pounding into her.
Their movements stilled. Dimitri hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head. She took in a shaky breath as his flaccid cock slipped out of her pussy. He took a step back and she shivered, suddenly aware of the cold night and her pose: ass in the air, pants around knees, arms tied behind her back and cum dripping out of her cunt.
Strong hands pulled up her trousers, loosened the cuffs and turned her around. Dimitri grinned at her. Roughly taking her hand he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately.
“I told you not to mess with me,” he chided softly, resting his forehead against hers.
She chuckled and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, bringing him closer, needing to feel his warmth and love after the mind-blowing sex. She glanced into her partner’s blue eyes, adoring the playful glint with which he watched her. “You think that was some sort of lesson?” She kissed him lightly. “Take me home, honey, and I’ll show you exactly what messing with me means.”
About the Author: Appearances are deceiving. By day usually shy and quiet; another face in the crowd. By night Elyzabeth’s calm demeanor transforms. Words flow from her fingers giving life to elaborate fantasies of love and desire. Visit her realm at www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com.