Amanda had always been a good girl, but something about Carlos drew her in like a moth to a flame. He was dangerous and exciting, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued.
Their first date was a wild affair – he took her to a seedy part of town, away from the prying eyes of her friends and family. In a darkened alley, he pushed her up against the brick wall, his hands roaming her body with a hunger she’d never experienced before. She gasped as he ripped open her blouse, exposing her heaving breasts to the cool night air.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “I want to do all sorts of fucked up shit to you.”
Amanda’s mind reeled, torn between shock and arousal. No one had ever talked to her like that before. Part of her wanted to slap him, but a darker part of her was undeniably turned on.
He sealed his lips over hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth. She could taste the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath. Large hands groped her breasts roughly before sliding down to yank up her skirt. Cool metal clicked as he undid his belt, shoving her panties aside.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he demanded, his voice a low rasp. “Tell me how bad you want my cock.”
“I…” she swallowed hard, face flaming. “I want you to fuck me, hard. Right here where anyone could see.”
He let out a dark chuckle, fingers finding her slick folds. “You’re a dirty girl, just like me. I like that.”
With a swift thrust of his hips, he was inside her, stretching her impossibly full. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, nails digging into his tanned shoulders. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her heat with single-minded focus.
“Take it,” he grunted, fingers biting into her hips. “Take my cock like the little slut you are.”
Amanda’s head spun, overwhelmed by the depravity of it all. She’d never done anything like this before. But the taboo nature of it, being used like a cheap whore, was darkly arousing. Her body responded eagerly to his rough handling, growing wetter by the second.
He angled his thrusts to hit that spot inside that made her see stars. Her thighs began to quake, orgasm building at the base of her spine. Strung tight as a bowstring, she teetered on the brink.
“Don’t you dare cum until I say,” Carlos ordered, giving her clit a harsh squeeze. “You don’t get to let go until I fill this cunt with my seed.”
Amanda keened, back arching as she fought to hold back her impending climax. He ground against her, hitting her G-spot dead on. The tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter until finally-
“Now,” Carlos growled, slamming in to the hilt. “Cum on my cock like a good little whore.”
Her world shattered, walls clenching down on him like a vice as she came with a hoarse scream. He followed her over, spurting his hot release deep inside. She could feel him twitch and pulse, painting her insides.
They stayed like that for a long moment, pressed together and panting harshly. Finally, he pulled out and tucked himself back in his pants. Amanda’s legs gave out and she slid to the ground, not trusting them to hold her up.
Carlos gave her a dark grin, running a possessive hand over her hair. “You’re mine now, baby girl. And I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”
Amanda knew then that she was in trouble. But the depraved part of her couldn’t wait to see what other twisted things Carlos had in store…
