His voice was alluring. A deep purr that drew you in when you heard it, but there was something else to it. Past the feelings of trust, security and warmth, there was something far more sinister, maybe even primal. It screamed predator. My fight or flight sense was kicking into overdrive as I craned my neck to look up at his wide striking hazel eyes. "Are you ready?" I was snapped back to reality with just those three words, and when I looked down, there was his outstretched hand.
Don't do it. You're only going to get hurt! No WAY! DO IT! You only live once, besides he's smoking hot!
My mind was waging war, a war I was unsure whose side was going to win until I realized this stranger of a man was already pulling me by the hand, out of the semi-packed bar. When I looked back towards my friends, they were waving me off eagerly, one of them giving me the thumbs up. It was then I realized I had become his prey.
The first gulp of fresh air burned my lungs as we moved quickly, walking until we wound up in a dark back alley around the corner. He stopped. He turned around. He was looking right at me. His gaze was hypnotizing, piercing and I felt myself melt as I looked into them, my own reflection looking back at me from the beautiful orbs. My inner thighs were trembling, quivering with the need to be touched, kissed, and spread. He came towards me.
RUN he could be dangerous!
I didn't run. The once opposing sides of my brain were now agreeing rapidly, but I was frozen to the spot.
A hand reached out, his thumb and forefinger taking my chin between them before he tilted my head back so he could really gaze into my deep chocolate brown eyes. "Mon cher, you are so beautiful." His voice was thickened with a momentary French accent and I could feel the chill run down my vertebra. When his minted breath skimmed across my lips I found myself lured and captured in the trap he had set. His hands cupped my neck, and before I could think to say thank you to the compliment he had provided me, his mouth had taken me, hostage.
His tongue came forward, licking over the protrusion of my bottom lip, relenting only to lower his mouth and kiss at my collarbone. My bare shoulder became a kissable canvas for him to adore with soft licks and kisses, the occasional bites causing his mouth and tongue to become the brush that painted the soft purple marks on my pale skin. I had realized just how hungry I was for him until his hands slid up the back of my skirt, feeling for the lace thong that I had chosen to wear that night out. I could feel his fingers scrape against my skin, his thumbs digging into the waistband before he drug them slowly down my hips, over the plump cheeks of my ass and down my thighs. He pulled away from the marking of my skin just long enough to hold them so I could step out of them, his hand bringing up the soaked fabric for a deep inhale of my nectar.
A groan rumbled in his chest that sounded comparable to thunder as his tongue came out to lick through the creamy residue on the fabric and he smirked at me. He tucked the panties into his pocket, a souvenir to remember and reflect on later, and he came back to me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, he lifted me in the air getting my legs to wrap around his hips and my arms around his neck. The cold, tough texture of the brick behind me, scraped against my shoulder and back. Again he captured me into a kiss, devouring me to my soul as his tongue slid over my lips, teeth, tongue, just tasting me as if the kiss would let him taste just how ready I was for him.
The clink of metal echoed in my ear, followed by the soft scrape of a zipper being undone. Warm, hard, flesh pressed between my folds, a thick cock ready to sink inside me and I felt a trickle of my own excitement leave my already creamy hole and move down, just to drip onto his cockhead.
He smirked against my lips, heated breath skimming against me, and I knew it was time. As he pulled from the kiss, he looked down at me, so he could watch my face. His hips pressed forward, pushing the thickened tool with an eager pressure. Press after press caused the tiny hole of my slit to finally widen enough so that with a sharp - POP! - his cocks head pushed into my cunt. Slowly his hips pushed forward, stretching apart the velvet heat of my walls so that his engorged cock could sink in deeper and deeper.
He hit the gold mine - the hard yet pliable wall of my cervix. I purred for this, urged this contact and he growled at my response.
The moment his entire cock had settled inside of me was enough for my first orgasm to roll through my body, soaking his cock entirely with creamy juice. This made it even easier for his cock to penetrate me, his hips pulling back only to press back in with a heated rhythm. His heavy breaths turned into groans as he began to buck against me. Each thrust caused my back and shoulders to scrape along the brick wall, and I knew that I'd have marks there for days to remind me of this night.
His hands moved from my waist to my hips, grasping the wide handles of my body to allow his own to move faster, deeper, more! With my body suddenly pinned between him and the wall, my hips wriggled, squirmed, desperately trying to urge his body to continue taking me. My orgasms kept coming at a steady pace, my walls grasping around him tightly each one causing myself to only grow tighter around him.
I could feel his cock thicken, his mouth was salivating against my own, our drool smearing together on our faces, escaping our lips. Every time he pulled back, a thin strand would connect our lips to which he'd lick off. He dipped his mouth, forcing my head to tilt to the side as he bit me harder, the once small marks becoming bigger and more sensitive. My arms around his neck moved, my hands sliding to his broad muscular shoulders where my fingers curled, my nails pressed down biting through the cloth to his skin.
Mine! Mine! Be MINE!