Walk Of Shame(36)

What the fuck?

I toss my cigarette down, turn around to face the building and punch it repeatedly. What I wouldn’t give right now for a fucking release; some kind of distraction. My mind is in such a haze I don’t even notice the crackling of bones and splitting of skin. Does it hurt? Hell yeah, but physical pain I can deal with. I’m not good at dealing with this shit. The pain shooting through my hand does little to rest the demons inside my head. All it does is piss me off more.

I look up with guarded eyes when I hear some voices nearby. A few girls in passing; laughing and talking amongst themselves. The voices keep getting closer. I’m standing off towards the back of the building next to a dark alley that separates two buildings. It’s not very often people come back this way. It’s usually my safe place; a place where I can think.

“Is that you, gorgeous?”

A slim figure rounds the building and my eyes are quick to scan it out. Every single inch of it. A pair of long, slender legs lead up to firm thighs, followed by a curvy set of hips hugged by a barely there dress and a firm set of breasts. I know those breasts anywhere.

My eyes continue to marinate in the hot as hell female I recognize as the sexy redhead from the other day. She’s no longer dressed in work attire. The perfect example of a little sugar and spice, that’s for damn sure. She’s in far less now.

Fuck me.

She smiles when she notices me checking her out. She’s definitely enjoying giving me a good show and I’m enjoying the view. She found a damn good time to give it too. “Sarah told me I could find you back here. You busy?” She works her lips together, smearing her red lipstick while putting her cigarette out on the bottom of her heel. “I have some extra time tonight and was hoping I’d find you.”

Wiping my bloodied fists on the back of my pants, I step closer to the temptation in front of me and look her up and down, taking her all in. “Are you sure you have enough time for me? This may take a while. A long fucking while.”

Looking over her shoulder, she sends her friends off with a wave of her hand before turning back and flashing me a seductive smile. Her demeanor turns serious while checking out the bulge in my jeans. “I definitely have time for you.”

She steps toward me, places her hands on my chest and backs me up against the building. I know exactly where she’s going with this and I can’t deny I need exactly that.

I pull out another cigarette and light it as she drops to her knees and starts unbuckling my belt followed by my jeans. She works fast at pulling them down my hips while rubbing my erection with her free hand. “Mmm . . . you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” She pulls my briefs down, letting my cock spring free from its restraints. Her eyes go wide as she licks her lips. “Definitely a big boy. I’m going to have fun with this one.”

I close my eyes and take a drag as she moves in and closes her lips around my cock. She moves in a slow rhythm, swirling her tongue around while moving her hand up and down my shaft. She’s a pro at this. The combination of the nicotine mixed with the suction is just what I need at the moment.

I moan as she starts moving faster. It feels fucking fantastic, but I’m not feeling the release that I should. This pisses me off.

Taking another hit, I inhale it long and deep while grabbing the back of her head and pushing it further down so my head hits the back of her throat. She grabs my ass and starts sucking faster; enjoying it.

I move my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth, matching her rhythm; looking for a release that isn’t coming. Not even close.

Dammit! I’ve had enough of this shit.

Tugging her hair so she knows to stop, I pull out of her mouth, bend down and pick her up to her feet. I toss my cigarette down. “Bend over.” I place my hand on her back and push her forward so her ass is in the air. Beautiful. She looks over her shoulder at me, waiting. “This isn’t doing what I need it to do, sweetheart. I need to bury my cock deep in your pussy for the release I need. You better be ready to take it deep and hard.” I bend over her and speak in her ear while pulling her dress up. “I have a lot of frustration to work out. Just a one-time release.”

I turn her around so she can place both her hands on the building for support. She’s going to need it. I slap the right exposed cheek, hard. She yelps and I press my front to her back. “You like that,” I ask as I hook my thumbs under her panties and inch the tiny thong over her hips, letting them fall to her feet. Pushing back, I reach in my pocket for a condom.

My jaw clenches as I stare down at her slick pussy just waiting for me to ram my cock in it; to give her the same release I’m needing. For some reason, I don’t feel the same rush as usual. As a matter of fact, I don’t feel shit.