Free Force Me - The Alley by Shara Azod, Marteeks Karland

 
     
    The Alley
     
     
     
    The moment Alana stepped into the alley, she knew she'd made a mistake. The shadows simply drowned out any small amount of light from the one streetlight spilling into the entrance. She thought she'd been followed, but hadn't been sure until the light was blocked, plunging her into near total darkness. Just as she stepped past the entrance of the alley, she was shoved from behind. Not to push her, really, more to steer her away from the side of the dark street into the even darker narrow space between two imposing brick buildings. A scream rose in her throat but refused to pass her lips.
     
    A large finger landed on her lips, delving slightly into her mouth until it was just inside it. She felt a man's warm, sweet breath fanning her cheek near the corner of her mouth. "I've been watching you all night."
     
    An insanely large bulge pressed against her ass, threatening to nestle between her cheeks despite her clothing. She shouldn't have felt desire, shouldn’t have gotten wet from the sound of the rough voice in her ear or the heavily muscled arm that wrapped around her body. But she did; her nerves went on high alert, tingling from the helplessness of her situation. Alana was sure his strong body was imprinted on hers, and she couldn't say she was sorry. If she had a weakness, it was a big, muscled man, and everything about this man was big. His deep, husky voice only added to the thrill of danger, making her cream herself even more.
     
    “Please, don’t hurt me.” But she didn't mean those words. She didn't want to be abused, not much anyway. She did want him to take her, right there in the alley against the rough brick building.
     
    "You're not in a position to dictate what I will and will not do to you. If I choose to hurt you, you'll take what I give you." He dipped his head and licked a path from her collar to her ear. "You may even love it."
     
    Alana could have come right there. One large hand reached underneath her dress, ripping her panties from her body with one forceful tug. It turned her on so much her pussy dripped with longing, wetting her thighs as she panted, pushing back against him. His big hand circled her body, plunging two fingers into her cunt. Even though he only used two fingers, he was so big, he stretched her so it burned. She cried out, backing away from him involuntarily before she could stop herself.
     
    “Oh, no you don’t,” he growled, pulling her hard against his solid frame. While his fingers plunged unmercifully inside her, forcing her legs open as he stroked in and out of her, his other hand reached up farther, forcing her dress up until he was grasping her full, heavy breasts. His fingers pressed down on an over-sensitized nipple before twisting it, causing her cunt to jerk against his fingers.
     
    His deep chuckle tickled her ear and rumbled through her insides. "So, you like that. I knew the moment I saw you what you needed. Tell me. Has anyone ever recognized your need to be taken? Manhandled?"
     
    No, no one ever had. She lay awake some nights fingering herself in absolute frustration. No lover had understood her need to be taken hard, rough. It occurred to her this wasn't exactly the safest thing, but to be honest, if it fulfilled that deep longing inside her, she didn't really care. In that moment all that mattered was doing whatever this man demanded of her in order to get his cock buried deep inside her. His hands were rough on her skin, callused and hard. She loved the difference in the textures of their bodies, and she hadn't even sampled anything but his hands.
     
    “I’m going to fuck this pussy,” he warned her, as if she had anything to say about the matter. She didn’t and she loved that. “Then I will fuck your mouth, your ass. I won’t leave any place on your body untouched.”
     
    “Yes. That's what I need.” Alana didn't recognize the needy whimper as her own, but the man behind her, his fingers buried deep inside