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“That’s right, take my cock,” he growls. “I know how much you love being fucked in public like a dirty little slut.”

I can’t deny it, the illicit thrill sends heat flooding my core. My back scrapes against the rough brick with each powerful snap of his hips. The pain mingles exquisitely with the pleasure.

Gaston moves his hand from my mouth to grip my throat. “You’re mine,” he rasps. “This pussy belongs to me.”

I gasp out a yes, barely able to breathe with his large hand around my throat. The possessive, feral look in his eyes makes my insides clench around him.

He pounds into me relentlessly, my body slamming into the unforgiving wall. I’m sure my skin will be marked and bruised tomorrow.

“Harder,” I manage to beg. “Fuck me harder.”

Gaston complies, his fingers tightening further on my throat as he rails me. My vision starts to blur from the lack of oxygen. The danger only amplifying my pleasure.

I feel the pressure building, each powerful thrust edging me closer. Just as I’m about to climax, Gaston releases my throat and pulls out.

I whimper at the loss, my legs unsteady as he lowers me down. Gaston turns me around to face the wall, pressing my cheek against the rough brick and then he forces me to my knees, which scrape on the rough concrete.

“Hands behind your back,” he commands.

I obey instantly. He gathers my wrists with one hand and slides another arm around my waist, bracing me as he kneels too, rubbing his thick cock against my pussy.

I brace myself against the rough brick wall, my heart pounding. Despite our risky location, my body craves more. His strong arm wraps around my waist, holding me steady while his hard length presses between my thighs.

“Please,” I whisper, anticipation coiling inside me.

Gaston’s lips graze my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me what you want, Blake. I want to hear you say it.”

I swallow, knowing I should stop this before we get caught. But the words spill out before I can stop them.

“I want you inside me again. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up.”

He chuckles, low and dangerous. “What a dirty girl you are, begging to be fucked in public.” Gaston’s grip tightens on my hip, holding me firmly in place. The tip of his cock teases my entrance and I push back desperately.

“Please,” I gasp again.

Mercifully, he slides into me, letting me feel the delicious stretch. I cry out, quickly muffling the sound with my own hand.

Gaston pauses, his ragged breath warm against my neck. “We have to be quiet, mi amor. Unless you want the whole city to know what a naughty girl you are.”

I shake my head, biting my lip to keep silent as he resumes his slow thrusts. Even just the first few inches make me feel deliriously full. He pulls back and then sinks deeper. I clench around him, shuddering with the effort to stay quiet.

“That’s my good girl, take every inch,” he murmurs.

My body is pressed against the wall, utterly helpless to do anything but let him claim me in this alley. And despite the risk, I want nothing more than to feel him bury every inch of his thick cock inside my aching pussy again.

Gaston gives me a moment to adjust before drawing his hips back. His first real thrust knocks the breath from my lungs. I press my cheek into the rough wall, surrendering completely.

Each deep plunge stretches me to the limit. I clutch desperately at the brick, dizzy with pleasure and pain. I can’t hold back my moans of pleasure.

“That’s it baby, let me hear how good I make you feel,” Gaston growls. He releases my wrists and a large hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my cries.

I fall forward and place my palms against the rough brick wall, rocking hips back desperately, chasing the building orgasm.

Gaston’s movements become more erratic, his ragged breath hot against my neck. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I’m getting close.”

I nod, right on the brink myself. His next angled thrust pushes me over, my orgasm crashing through me. I cry out into his hand, my inner walls spasming around him.

With a guttural groan, Gaston follows me over the edge. His final powerful thrusts prolong my pleasure as he spills deep inside me.

We stay locked together, both gasping for breath. Gaston turns my face toward his, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “More than I ever thought possible.”

My heart swells, tears pricking my eyes. “I love you too. So much.”

Gaston wraps his arms around me, enveloping me in his warmth. We stay like that for long moments, simply holding each other close.

Despite our precarious start, what lies between us now feels so right. After everything, I know with utter certainty that I belong here in his arms. The arms of a beast, but he’s my beast.