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Her jaw clenches as she takes in these words. She presses her lips together and inhales a breath through her nose. “So I’m your fix? Is that it?”

“That’s it.”

“And you’re gonna… what? Fuck me right here? In the alley?”

“Well, I would’ve gotten over it last night in a more private place, but you stopped me.”

“You’re not going to leave me alone until you get what you came for?”

I kiss her neck again. This time she doesn’t fight it. She drops her head to her opposite shoulder in an act of submission. I kiss my way down her neck until I reach her clavicle. I nip the tender skin and she hisses in a breath.

“Just give in completely,” I whisper. “And then it will be over.”

“You promise?” She turns her head to look at me. We’re so close I can see the little swirls of green and gold in her hazel eyes. I lean in and kiss her mouth. It becomes soft and pliable immediately. A completely different reaction than the one she had last night.

I don’t promise her anything. The time for talking is over now. We’ve gone past the point of no return.

My fingers leave her thigh and slip between her legs. I massage her pussy through her panties for a moment, getting them all wet.

She leans back into the brick wall of the alcove, closing her eyes and enjoying it.

I smile. Got you.

And then I push her panties aside and slip two fingers into her pussy. She arches her back and raises her chin like she’s about to pray to some unknown god to make her come.

“Look at me, Belinda. I’m the god in control of your orgasm now.”

She takes a deep breath. I continue to play between her legs. And then she opens her eyes and stares straight into mine, her hand in motion now too. Popping the button on my jeans and dragging the zipper down in two quick movements.

I laugh. I can’t help it. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist me.

A moment later she’s got my cock out, pumping it with a tight fist. I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and grab her ass, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall. Her legs wrap around mine immediately. Like they belong there. Like we’ve done this hundreds of times before.

We have.

I have always loved fucking her outside.

A moment later I’m inside her. Pressing my chest against her breasts and grinding against her hips. Her fingers thread into my hair. She fists it when I thrust into her, going deep. Deep enough to make her cry out. I pause our kiss to bite her lip, silencing her cries, but increasing her moans.

Her knees squeeze me, holding me close to her, locking us in place as we fuck.

We are short breaths and long sighs.

We are lovers, but not friends.

We are animals and this is nothing but instinct.

She comes, clenching the muscles of her pussy around my cock, squeezing it tight the way she did with her hand a few moments ago.

I want to come inside her, but I won’t. I won’t lose that much control. So when she’s done, when she is slick with the cream of her release, I pull out and spill all over the inside of her leg.

We freeze the moment, neither of us daring to move as our hearts race and our breaths come out in gasps. I lean in to her neck, smiling.

And then… the doubt creeps in and I begin wondering if I just made a mistake.

I don’t love her. She is just a planet orbiting in my zone. I pull her towards me and she responds because she has no choice.

Because these are the laws of physics.