Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

BACK ALLEY HEAT

CHAPTER TEN: BACK ALLEY HEAT

I was still pissed off when I walked into the upscale bar alone.

My boyfriend and I had another stupid fight earlier. He called me “too much” and I told him to go f**k himself. Now I was horny, angry, and aching for something reckless. Something filthy.

The bar was crowded with beautiful people, dim lights, and expensive liquor. I wore a short black dress that barely covered my ass, no panties, and heels that made my legs look really long. I wanted attention tonight. I needed it.

I ordered a martini and sat at the bar. That’s when I felt him.

He slid onto the stool beside me like he belonged there. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dangerous eyes that looked like they could ruin a girl’s life and make her thank him for it. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and a smirk that screamed trouble.

“You look like you’re about to ruin someone’s night,” he said, his voice low and smooth, leaning closer. “Or maybe you want someone to ruin yours.”

I should have ignored him. Instead, I turned and met his gaze, heat already pooling between my thighs.

“Maybe I do,” I replied, sipping my drink.

His hand found my knee under the bar. Slowly, he slid it up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. My breath hitched.

“Spread your legs,” he murmured, so quietly only I could hear.

I obeyed like a slut in heat, parting my thighs under the counter. His fingers traced higher until they found my bare, already soaked p***y.

“No panties?” He chuckled darkly. “You really did come here to get f****d tonight, didn’t you?”

Two thick fingers slid between my wet folds, circling my swollen c**t. I bit my lip hard to stop from moaning. He teased me slowly at first, then pushed both fingers deep inside me without warning.

I gasped, gripping the edge of the bar.

“Quiet,” he warned, pumping his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. “You don’t want everyone knowing what a dirty little w***e you are.”

He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot while his thumb rubbed tight circles on my c**t. I was soaking his hand, my juices dripping down my thighs. My legs trembled as he finger-f****d me right there in the crowded bar, slow and deep, like he owned me.

“You’re clenching so hard around my fingers,” he whispered, leaning in so his breath brushed my ear. “Imagine how hard you’ll c*m on my cock.”

I was close. So f*****g close.

But he pulled his fingers out just before I could tip over the edge, leaving me whimpering and empty.

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine.

“Come with me.”

He took my hand and led me through the crowd toward the back exit. My heart pounded. My p***y throbbed. I knew I shouldn’t, but I followed him anyway.

The moment we stepped into the dark back alley, he shoved me against the brick wall. The cool night air hit my wet thighs as he yanked my dress up around my waist.

“No names,” he growled, unzipping his pants.

He wasn’t gentle.

He lifted one of my legs, wrapped it around his waist, and slammed his thick c**k deep inside me in one brutal thrust.

I cried out loudly, not caring who might hear.

“f**k! you’re so big,” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.

He f****d me hard against the wall, pounding into me with deep, punishing strokes. Every thrust slammed me into the bricks, the rough texture scraping my back as his thick c**k stretched me open.

“You love this, don’t you?” he grunted, biting my neck. “Getting f****d like a cheap slut in an alley by a stranger.

“Yes— f**k— yes!” I moaned shamelessly, my legs shaking around him.

He reached between us and rubbed my c**t fast and rough while he f****d my p***y. The wet, filthy sound of his c**k slamming into my soaked cunt echoed in the alley.

“c*m for me,” he demanded, voice rough. “c*m all over a stranger’s c**k like the desperate little w***e you are.”

I then shattered.

My orgasm hit me like lightning. I screamed, my p***y clenching violently around his c**k as waves of intense pleasure ripped through me. My juices squirted down his shaft and thighs.

He didn’t stop.

He f****d me through it, harder, chasing his own release. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin.

“Such a good slut,” he groaned. “Taking my c**k so deep.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my p***y with thick, hot ropes of c*m. I moaned loudly as I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me up.

We stayed like that for a moment. Panting, sweaty and his s c**k still buried deep inside me.

Then reality slowly returned.

I didn’t even know his name.

He pulled out, c*m dripping down my thighs as he tucked himself back into his pants. He gave me one last dark, satisfied smirk.

“See you around, stranger.”

Then he disappeared into the night.

I stood there against the wall, dress still hiked up, p***y throbbing and leaking his c*m, realizing I had just let a complete stranger f**k me raw in a dirty alley…

And I already wanted more.