Page 74 of End It All

A sharp pain shot over my shoulder and shot right down to my cock. A long drawn out groan was pulled from my toes.

"Did you bite me?"

Another sharp pain followed my question before his hot tongue soothed some of the ache.

"Do it again," I moaned.

"Beg me." Blake changed the angle his cock was entering me and my toes curled as my vision went white for a second.

I'd beg for the sky to turn purple if that was what he wanted. As long as he didn't stop what he was doing.

"More," I growled. I needed more. I tried arching my back as much as possible. There wasn’t a whole lot of room to move. I never wanted to be back at the apartment so damn badly. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was sucked in by pleasure. My breath caught as I ground back against him. "I want your hand on my dick."

Blake bit down on my shoulder in response, dragging a needy whine out of me. Fuck, I needed to keep it down but I couldn't find an ounce of fuck to care about people hearing, let alone seeing me spread open like a charcuterie board for Blake to sample.

"Say please. Beg me like the cock-hungry whore you are."

Fucking hell, he was going to be the death of me. "Please, baby girl, stroke my cock. Make me cum while you fill me with yours."

Blake swore as his hand wrapped tightly around my cock. His thumb played with my piercing steadily as he fucked me with hard thrusts. Each time he hit my prostate, I lost a little more sanity. I was pretty certain my legs were going to give out the moment I came and I'd hit the ground hard.

It'd be worth it.

"Come on, Blake, fill me with everything you have. I want to walk around knowing I'm stuffed full of your cum."

Blake groaned and shoved his hand against my mouth. He fucked me relentlessly, not letting up for a single second, and I loved it. My muscles tightened the moment it became too much. My eyes squeezed shut as I came. I bit down on Blake's hand, and in return, he bit me back. The pain heightened my orgasm to another level. I was going to lose my fucking mind.

Hot splashes of cum followed quickly after filling me with warmth. No fire could ever come close. A groan slipped between my lips as I reflectively clenched around Blake's cock.

"Damn it, Quincy." He shivered against me, slipping out of me with a wet squelch.

How insane was I to want him back in? To have him rearrange my guts until I couldn't think straight? I licked my lips, staring up at the cloudy sky. I had somewhere to be, and much like so much in life, my wants and needs came second.

I twisted around to face him again. I shrugged my jacket back up. I probably should change shirts since Blake had stretched the one I was wearing. It was well worth it. My flesh tingled everywhere his lips and teeth had touched. I leaned heavily against the wall for a second as I remembered how to functionlike a normal human being. My eyes slid closed as I felt every tight muscle and my sore ass. My lips tilted up in a smile.

"Nothing like a good fuck," I said trying to dissolve the pressing tension between us.

I could feel Blake's eyes on me like he was trying to understand what was happening in my head or between us. I had no answers. I just knew when we were together, the sex was mind-blowing, and I came every single time.

"Can't believe I did this outside," Blake muttered.

I chuckled, shaking the remnants of euphoria off so I could move. "An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away."

"There is seriously something wrong in your head."

"Not at all, doll. Your dick just cleaned it all up." I winked and instantly regretted looking at him.Fuck. He's so fuckable.

"Who's your backup?" Blake asked. His face was flushed, shoulder length hair a mess. I wanted nothing but to drag him upstairs and see what else we could do.

"Don't need or have any." I buttoned my jeans and headed for the exit.

"Then I'm coming."

"No, you're not."

Blake went around me and headed back toward our building. I caught up with him easily in a few strides. He looked determined as he bypassed the door and went to the back where there was a small parking garage. Most people parked on the street but there was also a garage for the tenants.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I crowded him against my car.