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Benny crowds her up against the rough brick of a back alley and kisses her hot and wet and messy. “Fuck—need to—fuck—”
“Fuck me?” she suggests between kisses and a wicked grin. Her eyes flash in the dull lamplight and Benny groans into the heat of her mouth in approval and agreement.
He nips her full lower lip. “Yeah, yeah I gotta fuck you, need to, honey.” He gropes at her breasts beneath her shirt, runs his hands over her body like he can’t get enough and she just melts into his touch like she’s fuckin’ made for him.
“Know you do,” she murmurs breathlessly, head tipped back and hair catching on the course brick as he tugs her pants down her hips. “Seen you watching me, Benny.”
He smiles against her mouth. “Always watchin’ you, can’t keep my fuckin’ eyes off you—can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you.”
Her hands are on his belt buckle, working the leather away and getting her hand down his jeans to palm his cock. Benny groans, his head dropping into the juncture between her shoulder and neck while she works him over. The angle is awkward but he doesn’t care, it feels fuckin’ amazing, and he can’t wait any longer.
“Turn ‘round,” he tells her throatily.
She strokes his aching, hard cock once—twice—and then relinquishes her grasp. The lack of contact has him bucking his hips, chasing the feeling, but then she’s shifting in his arms and bracing herself against the wall, hips and ass jutting back to grind into him.
“Please, Benny,” she whispers, eyes like liquid gold as she stares at him over her shoulder, her hair a wild mess and her lips parted in anticipation as she waits for him.
Benny takes his dick in hand and guides it into the tight space between her thighs. He groans proudly when the weeping head of his cock meets immediate wetness between her toned thighs—evidence of her own desires. He’d usually take his time with her, curl his fingers into her hot cunt and stroke her until she’s a writhing mess on his hand, gushing and begging for his cock, but he’s so overstimulated and he doesn’t have the patience. He nudges the head of his cock between her slick folds and she pushes back again.
“Benny—” his name is a desperate plea and his cock twitches in anticipation.
Benny snaps his hips forward and impales her in one thrust. She moans obscenely, hands scrabbling for purchase on anything she can find—the wall, herself, him.
She reaches behind to grasp his neck and tug him forward; Benny braces himself with one hand on the wall beside her head and the other on her naked hip, holding her in place while he tucks into her desperately.
Her head falls back against his chest. “So good,” she pants into the humid night air. “Fill me so fucking good, Benny.”
She’s clenching and grinding against him on every upstroke, giving as good as she gets as best she can given their situation and it’s driving Benny fuckin’ nuts. He’s been riled up and ready to fuck all goddamn day—tried to find a moment to sneak her away on the job where they could do this—and he realises through his frantic thrusting that he’s gonna come fast.
Benny slides the hand he has on her hip around the front of her body. When he slips his fingers over her aching clit she makes a high-pitched keening noise that undoubtedly can be heard from down the street.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” she begs, and fuck if Benny doesn’t love to hear her beg—loves to hear how much he affects her, how much his touch can bring her apart.
“You’re so good for me,” he pants, thrusting his cock hard until she’s practically on the tips of her toes, body wound taut while she takes his cock and his fingers and—
“Benny, I’m gonna—”
Benny’s grin is lecherous and unrepentant. He’s lost sense of rhythm, focused solely on the hot wet clutch of her gushing pussy as she comes apart around him. The slick slap of skin on skin where their bodies meet is a veritable mess of arousal. He uses his whole body to hold her up against the wall when she becomes boneless, his thrusts an erratic one two three and then he’s burying his cock as far as he can go and coming apart, filling her up with his come and keeping his dick lodged as far in her soaked pussy as he can get it—so nothing leaks out.
She’s panting and shaking underneath him. Benny licks a stripe of sweat from her neck and she turns her head to meet his lips in sloppy, sated kisses. He grinds his hips against hers just to feel her shudder.
“Want you to keep it in there,” he tells her, and thrusts shallowly once more. “Mmm, alright, honey?”
She meets his heated gaze and nods.
Benny smiles. “Atta’ girl.”