She was so fucking hot, clawing at me, matching my desperation to claim her body, to taste and fuck every inch of her.
She arched her back off the brick wall, begging for more with her body. I reached under her dress, hooked my index finger beneath the lace covering her pussy and ran my finger along the center of her bare cunt.
“Jesus,” I muttered against her lips, as I slid two fingers inside her drenched heat.
She fisted my cut in her hands, grinding her pussy against my hand, clenching around my fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growled, dipping my head to lick her neck.
She moaned then muttered something I couldn’t make out. I leaned into her, securing her against the wall with my weight and pulled the front of her dress down. I heard a tear somewhere but didn’t give it much thought as I exposed her bare breasts.
“No Bra?”
“Dress didn’t allow it,” she gasped, as I took her hardened nipple between my teeth.
The dress she wore for me.
If I didn’t unleash my dick and get inside of her I was going to die. I was sure of it.
“Keep your legs wrapped around me,” I ordered, reaching down to unzip my jeans and pulling my cock out. I tore the lace aside and guided my thick head toward her pussy. She clutched my shoulders as I braced one palm against the brick wall beside her head.
“Tell me this is why you came here,” I demanded, as my dick teased her wetness. It took everything in me, all my will, not to drill my dick into her. I’d probably fuck her into the wall and break her if I did.
“I came here for you,” she said hastily, as she pressed herself against me. “Riggs, give it to me,” she demanded.
“Not until you admit you came here for me to fuck you,” I insisted, the head of my cock sliding between her lips.
“I came here for you to fuck me, now do it already!” She cried out, her single shoe digging into my ass purposely, coaxing me.
“It won’t be gentle,” I warned.
“Gentle’s for pussy’s,” she retorted.
I snapped, like a rubber band stretched to its capacity. Her words broke my resolve, and I slammed my cock inside of her. I should’ve realized her words were just words because I probably hurt her. She was so tight and my dick was three times its normal size—at least it felt like it was—there was no way I didn’t tear her up with one thrust. But my girl hid the pain well, her tight pussy milking me, holding onto my dick as it moved in and out of her.
I like to think I was the one fucking her, but she fucked me harder, spreading her legs, her hands frantically grabbing for me, chanting my name—cursing it too. We fucked with no regard, taking what we wanted and needed.
It didn’t matter we were in the parking lot of the Dog Pound, that I had her pressed against a wall, her legs wrapped around me, her tits falling out of her dress as I fucked her.
She bucked wildly, her only shoe falling from her foot as her legs flailed.
“Oh, my God, Riggs!” She gasped, dropping her mouth to my shoulder to hide the screams of her orgasm when she came.
Her legs locked around me, I felt her pussy tighten and I began to unravel. Two quick thrusts and I was done, growling her name as I released my load inside her.
“Christ, Kitten,” I ground out, pumping her until she took everything I had to give.
I was balls deep in Lauren, her bare back against the brick wall and I made a list of things I hoped I’d remember come morning.
My Kitten was a screamer.
She came here tonight for me.
She wore that dress for me.
And when she came around my cock she owned me.
That last one was a scary thought, and I scratched it from the list. It must have been all the hype of the night, all the alcohol, the post orgasm was responsible for my temporary madness.
No one owned me.
I pulled out, setting her down on her feet before tucking my swollen cock back into my jeans. Lauren repositioned her dress, tugging the hem down her legs and shoved her breasts back in place. I looked down at her bare feet then lifted my eyes to hers as she pushed her glasses onto her nose.
She looked shocked, as if she had just woken up from a bad dream and didn’t know where she was. I bent down, picked up one shoe and glanced around for the other. Then I remembered when and where she threw it at me. I stepped around the corner of the building into the parking lot and recovered the lost heel.
“Riggs! There you are,” Wolf shouted across the lot. “Pops is looking for you. He found you a match in the ring,” he hollered.
Oh fuck! I forgot about that.
“I’ll be right there!” I yelled as I picked up Lauren’s shoe. I straightened up and turned around. Lauren took the shoe from my hand and slipped it on her bare foot.
“Lauren,” I started, not really knowing what to say.