Chapter 605: Alley Climax (r-18)

I pulled back abnd slammed in again, the impact jarring her entire frame, her pussy clenching around my cock like a velvet vice, slick and scalding. Every vein on my shaft dragged against her inner walls with a wet, obscene friction that made her sob into her forearm.

"Ohhh

fuuuck—"

she moaned, the sound high and broken, vibrating through her chest.

Her juices coated me, dripping down my balls in hot rivulets, splattering the concrete with each brutal thrust. I set a punishing rhythm—fast, hard, relentless—hips snapping forward like a piston.

The

slap-slap-slap

of skin on skin echoed off the alley walls like gunfire.

Each drive buried me deeper into her tight walls, my pelvis grinding against her clit, her ass rippling with the force. The denim trapped at her knees forced her thighs to clench tighter, amplifying the squeeze around my cock.

My long, veiny length slid out glistening—thick ropes of her cream clinging to every ridge—before plunging back in, stretching her wide, the pink of her entrance gripping me like a second skin.

My left hand stayed fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine, exposing the sweat-slick column of her throat. I leaned in, teeth grazing the pulse point, then bit down—hard enough to mark, not break—sucking the skin until it bloomed purple under my tongue.

"You

feel

that, baby?" I growled against her neck, voice rough. "Every inch of me owning this tight wild little cunt."

My right hand wasn’t idle; it snaked around her hip, fingers splaying over her lower belly, pressing down to feel the bulge of my cock moving inside her, the obscene ridge sliding under her skin with every thrust.

I growled against her neck, lips never still—nipping, licking, sucking a trail from her jaw to her shoulder, tasting salt and coconut and the raw edge of her need.

"Harder,"

she gasped, voice shredded, pushing back to meet me, her ass slamming against my hips with a wet

smack.

"Nngh—yes—fuck

me like you

own

me—please—more, more, more!" Her moan cracked into a desperate wail—"Aaaahh—so fucking big—"

I obliged. My pace turned savage, hips pistoning so fast the air cracked with the force, her pussy gushing around me.

The slick

schlick-schlick-schlick

of her taking every inch drowned out the city’s hum. I shifted my angle, the head of my cock dragging over that spot inside

her—there—and

she screamed, the sound raw and broken.

"OH

GOD—RIGHT THERE—" Her walls spasmed in violent pulses.

My fingers slid lower, finding her clit—swollen, slick, throbbing—and I pinched it between thumb and forefinger, rolling it in tight, merciless circles that matched my thrusts. Her legs buckled; I held her up by the hair and the grip on her hip, pounding deeper.

The rhythm of my balls slapping her clit drove her higher. "Take it," I snarled, lips at her ear. "Take every veiny inch—milk me with that greedy pussy."

I released her hair only to clamp both hands on her hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise, using the leverage to

yank

her back onto me with every thrust.

Her pussy fluttered, clenched,

milked—a

wet, sucking heat that pulled me in deeper.

Her arousal foamed around the base of my cock, dripping in thick strands that stretched and snapped with each withdrawal. I pulled out to the tip—slow, deliberate—watching her entrance gape, pink and glistening, my cock gleaming with her slick, veins pulsing—before

slamming

back in, the force shoving her up the wall, her toes scraping concrete.

"Mmmph—fuck, you’re huge—" she whimpered, then keened, "Don’t stop—harder—please—" Her moans turned to whimpers, then to desperate, keening cries

—"Ah-ah-ah—"

Her body shook as I fucked her through the first wave—her orgasm crashing over her, walls convulsing, squirting hot around my cock in messy pulses that soaked my thighs.

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My mouth found her ear again, tongue tracing the shell, voice a low, filthy growl. "That’s it—come on my cock like a good girl. I’m not done ruining you." I spun her around mid-thrust—cock slipping free with a wet

pop,

strings of her cream stretching between us—then pinned her facing the wall, her cheek pressed to brick.

I kicked her legs wider, the denim tearing further, and drove back in from behind, the new angle deeper, tighter, her ass cheeks spread by my hands as I

pounded.

My lips stayed busy—sucking bruises into her shoulder blades, biting the nape of her neck, tongue lapping sweat from her spine. One hand snaked under her tank, shoving it up to bare her breasts, fingers pinching a nipple hard, twisting until she arched into me with a scream

—"YES—

fuck, more!"

The rhythm was brutal now—short, vicious strokes that battered her G-spot, long, punishing ones that stretched her to the limit. My veiny shaft slid in and out, coated in a thick, creamy sheen that dripped in heavy globs.

"Look at you," I rasped, watching myself disappear into her, "taking every fucking

inch—begging

for it."

Her second orgasm hit like a freight train, her pussy locking down so tight I had to force my way through, the friction blinding—"I’m—cumming—again—" she wailed, voice cracking.

I yanked her hips back, buried in deeper, and held—grinding deep, clit trapped under my fingers as I rubbed her raw. She came again, a silent scream, body seizing, squirting so hard it splashed my boots—"Fuuuuck—too much—don’t stop—"

But I wasn’t finished. I pulled out with a slick *schlop*, spun her to face me, and hoisted her up—her legs wrapping my waist, back slamming brick. My cock—still rock-hard, veins throbbing, coated in her cream—found her entrance again and *thrust* upward, impaling her in one stroke.

"Nngh—yes—fill me—" she moaned, nails raking my shoulders. I bounced her on my length, hands under her ass, fingers spreading her cheeks as I drove up, the angle hitting new depths. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard; I caught one in my mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing. "Ahh—bite me—harder—"

I obliged, teeth clamping, tongue flicking, as I fucked her against the wall—each upward slam lifting her toes off the ground, her pussy dripping down my balls.

"You’re so fucking tight like this," I growled, lips moving to her other breast. "Gonna make you come again—scream my name."

She did—walls fluttering, "Peter—fuck—cumming—" Her third orgasm ripped through her, juices squirting around my cock, soaking my shirt. I kept pounding, relentless, until her legs shook.

I dropped her gently, spun her again, bent her over a nearby crate—ass up, face down. My cock—glistening, massive—slid back in from behind, the new height perfect for deep, grinding strokes. I leaned over her, one hand on her throat, the other rubbing her clit.

"Beg for it," I demanded, slowing to torturous rolls.

"Please—fuck me—don’t stop—I need your big cock—" she sobbed, pushing back.

I gave it to her—hard, fast, the crate creaking under us. My veiny length pistoned in and out, cream frothing at the base, her moans a constant stream—"Oh—oh—yes—so deep—" Another orgasm built; I felt it in her clench.

"Come for me—now—" I commanded, pinching her clit.

She shattered

—"FUUUCK—"

squirting again, body convulsing.

I flipped her onto her back on the crate, legs over my shoulders, folding her in half. My cock—swollen, slick—slammed home, the angle brutal. I watched every inch disappear into her, her pussy lips stretched wide around me.

I thumbed on her clit. "Taking me like a champ."

Her eyes rolled back—"Too big—but don’t stop—please—"

I fucked her through another climax, her screams echoing, until my own hit. I buried deep, roaring, flooding her with pulse after pulse of hot cum, overflowing, dripping as I kept thrusting.

When she was finally spent, I stayed inside, hips jerking, lips on hers in a bruising kiss.

***

We stumbled out of the alley’s shadows, Reyna’s legs wobbling like a newborn foal’s, her jeans still half-zipped, one sneaker untied. She leaned into me, a slight limp in her step, but the grin on her face was pure triumph.

The night air was crisp now, the city’s hum a distant lullaby compared to the chaos we’d left behind. I kept my arm around her waist, guiding her toward the black Mercedes G-Wagon parked under a flickering streetlamp, its glossy frame catching the moonlight like a predator at rest.

I opened the passenger door, my hand steadying her as she climbed in, her hiss of discomfort masked by a playful smirk.

"I

can

move, you know," she teased, voice husky, but the way she melted into my touch told me she was soaking up every second of the care.

"Shut up and let me spoil you," I shot back, helping her settle into the leather seat, buckling her in like she was precious cargo. She rolled her eyes but didn’t fight it. I rounded the hood, slid into the driver’s seat, and the engine purred to life, a low growl that matched the heat still simmering between us.

Reyna leaned over the console, her head resting on my shoulder, coconut shampoo mixing with the scent of sex and sweat.

"That was fun," she murmured, lips brushing my jacket. "Better than any night in my bedroom."