Force Me - The Alley by Shara Azod, Marteeks Karland Page B

more and more, and she told him so.
     
    “Come for me now, Alana. Come all over my cock!”
     
    How did he know her name? Who was this man? Why was it she just didn't care? As if completely in tune with him, her body exploded, shaking as she indeed came all around his gloriously broad cock. He swelled inside her, and Alana thought he might come inside her. She should really care about that, but she couldn't make herself. Instead of coming, though, he pulled out of her with a roar and shoved her to her knees before him.
     
    His cock bobbed against her mouth and she opened eagerly, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. It didn't all fit, although she tried. She loved the taste of herself on him, the taste of his salty essence coating her tongue. It was all a heady experience. She smelled his sweat, her sweat, the smell of their combined sex heavy in the alley. It was raw, nasty sex, everything she never thought she'd experience. Once again she felt his dick swell and throb inside her mouth. She slurped eagerly, wanting his cum, needing it, but he didn't give it to her.
     
    “Stand up and turn around.” The barked order gave no room for disobedience. Neither did the fist in her hair, already pulling her to her feet. There was a slight pause as he smeared a cool lube around her ass, dipping first one finger into her, then two. Again, he stretched her until she burned, but the slight pain only fueled her lust even more. “Push out,” he instructed as he slowly slid his cock into the entrance of her ass.
     
    It burned, it hurt, it felt so fucking good she thought she might pass out from the pleasure of it. Breathing deeply, Alana stayed perfectly still, trying to adjust to his size. She’d dreamed of this. Using her dildo, she had tried to give this kind of pleasure to herself, but it had never felt this erotic, this right. Her hands curled against the cold, hard surface of the wall as she fought to remain upright. Her knees locked to keep from buckling under her.
     
    She pushed out against him with her inner muscles, opening her back entrance and welcoming his body into hers. The need to push her hips back against him to take all of him was overwhelming. The only thing stopping her was the tight grip he had on her cheeks. She wanted this more than she'd ever wanted anything else in her entire life. It wasn't long before she felt his flat, hard belly against the softness of her curves, and she knew he was all the way inside her. She almost sobbed with relief, knowing that now she'd get what she wanted, needed.
     
    He stood there a moment, absolutely still. Whether he was giving her time to adjust to him, or himself time to adjust to the sensation, she didn't know, didn't care. All she knew was she hungered for this dark, erotic pleasure like nothing she'd been prepared for. Gradually, then with more vigor, he pounded into her, against her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in the darkness, overpowering even the heavy cadence of their combined breathing.
     
    It was almost too much. Almost. Alana reached back to put her hand on his thigh to slow his pace, but he merely gripped her wrist, using her arm for leverage as he continued to drive into her, fucking her at a furious pace and intensity. It was enough to push Alana over the edge into insanity. She threw her head back and screamed her orgasm, her hips bucking and lurching in her frenzy to get more. More. Always more! She'd never get enough of this wild, untamed passion.
     
    He didn't slow his pace. Instead, he thrust into her harder, faster. He let go of her arm and gripped her hips again with bruising force. Alana knew she'd surely bear the marks of his possession on her flesh in the morning, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. He was almost vicious in taking her now, but she loved ever blessed second of it.
     
    "Fuck yeah!" His cry was growled through clenched teeth. She looked back at him, needing to see the look on his