New York Nuptials continued
I'm praying that I'm not drooling, I do that at times when downloaded with sex thoughts. But she's amazing, as she moves towards me, touches my face, looks at me with eyes like a napalm strike, and now what? She's kissing me, her hands are all over me as she presses me against the bricks. I can feel the roughness of the mortar against my bare back, her hands, there like wind, everywhere, she likes to hurt, I like that. She squeezes my breasts, finds my nipples, pinches them hard, maybe too hard for someone else, but not for me. I whimper, she likes that too, she pours her tongue past my lips, it tastes like sweetness from the core of honey, I don't complain. I can see her breathing is whacking now, like mine, and now she's wrapped her fist around my hair, pulling, tearing a little bit and the kisses are pulverizing and I have a feeling like I've crawled inside of her mouth, sucking down her saliva, taken her tongue and made it mine, it's where I wanted to be all along.
She twirls me around, slams me further against the bricks. My chin lowers and I place my palms against the wall. I feel like I've been arrested by some kind of bitch bull cop, where's the night stick, I'm too crazy to ask, Fuck, what now? My skirt is lifting, I'm on toe points, her hand, her fingers are probing, she's rough, I can hear her moaning, saying something in that accent of hers, silk fingers, I'm so wet, so crazed, I can hardly breathe. God fucking dammit, she's inside of me, roughly, permanently, her other hand is holding my spine, my back is arched and my butt wants her to whack me. She seems to read my mind, slaps me, I shiver, and then SWOOSH, my mind sparks and the oxygen explodes out of my chattering teeth. She's impaled my cunt up to her wrist with her fist. My fucking knees buckle, as my white knuckled fists bang the bricks, she's not shy, in and out, the pain is a delight, the fear palatable, I love it, I don't have to think. Fuck, I can feel it, the blood flow, the fucking cunt is magical, who needs a cops night stick, right there, Christ, I whimper as I bang my forehead against the wall, stomping my stilettos on the filth of the alley floor. Deep, deeper still and I hear her, she's moaning, what the fuck, I orgasm as my body detonates, breaks into pieces and I'm impaired and I think it's over, when she whispers in my ear to be patient, I obey, I can barely keep from scattering to the ground. She's fumbling in that Fendi bag of hers, and still, like some kind of car piston she moving in and out of me, as I rake my hand across my chattering teeth as I scream and orgasm again. I'm going haywire, banging my fists against the bricks and stomping the floor again, like a wild horse, uncontrollable, wanting to run until its guts explode. But, I'm not running anywhere, I can't, it's exactly what I wanted and now, what, I feel it, pressed against my ass. Wow, no fucking way, my eyes are like pin balls rotating to the back of my head as she rips the dildo into my ass. Sparks, my entire body, like some kind of over stretched white rubber band goes rigid and I gulp, scream for air and I don't care about the welts on my forehead as she pushes her fist deeper, stays right there and then in and out the dildo goes, until I scream, panic, orgasm, and still I can't move as she goes deeper into my ass one last time. I shudder, I fall, like some kid to my knees, shaking, weeping as I do, fuck, I thought I was tougher than that.
Then there she is, on her knees petting my wet hair like some kind of favorite pet. She is whispering to me things of sweetness as I turn my face to hers and she is smiling at me again, like I am an infant she just made happy by giving her some exotic toy.
My mascara is running down my cheeks. I'm blubbering and sniffling and mumbling some kind of nonsense about love and white picket fences and then she laughs, not mean, but gaily as she lifts my chin, touches the blue bruises on my forehead and then kisses me gently.
She is more beautiful than I remember. She waits for a moment, glances at that watch again, tilts her head, shrugs her shoulders and slowly, gently helps me back to my feet. Like that Boa again, she wraps her body around me and holds me, she is tender and smells like jasmine, I love her.
After a moment, she peeks at her watch again and gives me a knowing wink. I succumb to reality, and allow her to lead me to the street. Hand in hand we wait, until a cab prowls up and stops from her uplifted swaying fingers. She turns, kisses me again and smiles. She is silent for a moment, then one last peck on my lips and she is inside the taxi and the door closes and she is gone.
I never saw the fucking bitch again.
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