Just Give In

With a deliberate movement his free hand slides down my body. He pops the button on my shorts and draws down the zipper and I sigh, whimpering as he pushes at my limits and once more makes me nearly cross them.

"Just give in. Just accept what you were always meant to be. Right here and right now, we can make it happen. You can be reborn, freed of all your troubles. If you just give in."

That hand moves from my shorts and slips up under my shirt once more. Without anyone watching now he no longer needs to be subtle and so he slides up with purpose, drawing my shirt up a little as he cups my breast and then squeezes it firmly.

But for just a moment before he pushes up a little more and I raise my arms, letting him guide the shirt up and over my head before he discards it to one side and then returns to feeling up my chest, moving from one breast to another while my hips keep on rolling, fucking my ass back and sliding his cock between my thighs while that pleasing sensation bubbles and roils in my belly.

"What better place than this?" he asks, "This alley is filthy. There are people so close by. You could give in right here and now and I could finally get my cock inside of you. Just fuck myself into that tight little cunt of yours and stretch you out like you deserve. Show you what it's like. Finally solve the mystery."

His hand closes over my throat and he pulls me back against his body, his words an implicit threat.

"Maybe then you'd know your place."

But the thing is, I do know my place. And if that isn't obvious to him it absolutely should be because I'm doing my damndest to make it clear with my body.

Practically slamming my ass back to meet his hips. Squeezing my thighs as tight as I can while my fist works with desperation on the head of his cock. Trying to draw out as much as I can, all while moaning under my breath over and over and over again.

"Oh god."

I'm begging for mercy now, but I'll find none with him. Blake was bad before but now he's going for mean and he knows that, unlike me, he has nothing to lose.

His reputation is in tatters, it can only get so much worse. But in spite of my flouting every tenent of decency the truth is that I have managed to fly under the radar. Between the two of us, I can fall so much farther than he can.

So why should he hold back at all?

He certainly doesn't seem like he intends to. His hand moves from my hip to my shorts and he shoves them down, almost taking my panties with them. I don't stop him, instead only whimpering from the loss of sensation because when he yanked he stepped back and that meant I had no more cock to grind on.

That wasn't for long.

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