Xavier
I call to have a town car come and pick us up. I need to get Allie off of the street as soon as possible. I had no idea what she's been dealing with. The heckling and the harsh judgments are too much for me to hear. They make my blood boil.
I want to protect her and I can't believe it was I who put her in this position. It's all my fault.
My feelings for her are obviously shifting. And even though I created this warped situation, I know now that I'm gonna bring her back out of it, somehow, someway. Allie doesn't deserve this. I don't know what I was thinking.
I pull her away from the crowds and into a corner near a skyscraper so she's nice and hidden. She's crouched in the crook of my arm and I'm trying to protect her.
Her face is famous. Everyone's seen the video and it's gotten way more publicity than even I could imagine.
"Are they gonna pick us up soon?" she asks.
"Yes, baby, they're coming. I'll get you out of here soon."
I wrap the sides of my black trench coat around her and try to envelop her with my safe presence. She snuggles into my chest and the feeling is everything I could dream of.
I lean down to kiss her, and as her soft lips meet mine, sparks of electricity start to fire off between us. It's undeniable. There's always that spark.
I feel it when I'm in the room with her, and I feel it when I'm away from her, at a distance. We just have some kind of incredible connection.
I push her against the wall of the building and use my coat to block what we're doing. I kiss her passionately, as if by doing so I can prove that it's all gonna be okay.
Where is that damn driver?
I'm not going to waste a single second waiting for him. I kiss Allie and then move my hands to her tits. I clutch them and twist her nipples hungrily. I want to get her back to my place as soon as possible.
With one hand I shield her with my oversized trench coat, with the other, I slide my hand down into her panties where she's nice and wet, waiting for me.
I slowly start to finger her. I massage her clit and plunge a couple fingers deep inside of her. She gasps and I have to muffle it with my mouth.
I kiss her as I finger her. People are walking by on the street beside us and yet nobody has any clue what's going on between us.
I finger her deeply and with every press against her G-spot, she lets go a little bit more. I love this moment when she just fully submits to me. I know best how to please her and how to handle her.
I kiss her and finger her but I'm getting ravenous, starved for more of her. I think I might have to take her right here.
"Xavier, we can't. We'll get caught."
She's worried, but I'm not. This is such a hot moment, taking her in what appears to be some kind of alleyway. The shadows of the buildings surround us and she's hidden by my coat. Nothing could go wrong.
I can't be with her and not have this desire to make her mine. I want to give her a total body experience where the world disappears and all she can think about is me.
I finger her expertly and get her nice and ready to explode. Then I unzip my pants and reveal my giant cock. She looks down and sees it, and I can see a look of fear and lust tangled into one.
We're out in public, in broad daylight, and yet I can tell she still can't help herself. She wants it so bad.
"Tell me you want it," I say.
"No, Xavier, we can't do it here. Please, we'll get in trouble."
I repeat myself. "Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me you want me, and only me."
I put her hand on my cock and she starts to circle it up and down with swift motions. Her eyes darken and I can see she wants it so bad. If it was up to her she'd be on her knees indulging herself with my shaft deep in her throat.
She loves to worship my cock with that mouth. She sucks on it as if to please, to show me I'm the only one. She will always acquiesce to being my little sex slave, that much is becoming more and more obvious.
That'd be so hot and I wish I could do it. I wish I could have her down on her knees right here on the sidewalk, but that would be too obvious.
The heat is rising between us. I shove her panties down and hoist her up with my arms so that I can reach her. I keep the coat up so we're hidden from sight and then I plunge my cock deep into her.
"Oh, Xavier, oh my God. Fuck. I can't believe we're doing this right here," she breathes.
My only hope is that she doesn't cry out too loudly, that I can keep her restrained or she'll blow our cover. I've never fucked a girl right here on the street like this and I have no intention of getting caught.
All I can think of is Allie. All I can think of is how gorgeous she is, that she's a fucking supermodel and I'm consumed by her.
Everything goes numb around me except for the feeling of my cock tensing up and getting even harder for her.
I keep thrusting into her, unable to contain the force of my lust. Her back is hitting the brick wall of the building. I kiss her and she screams into my mouth.
The connectedness we share is now becoming a familiar aspect of my life with Allie. I let myself fall into the intensity, into the rush of the climax that shoots through my body.
We come at the same time. I can tell because her pussy clenches tightly around me. I always know when she's had a big release. I pump my essence into her and her muffled screams are swallowed by my mouth.
We successfully just fucked right here on a crowded New York City street. Yes, we're out of sight, but the experience of the public being so close has a sense of voyeurism about it that's so fucking hot.
I could be with Allie anywhere all day. No matter where we are, on a busy street or in the intimacy of my bedroom, it's all the same, it's all intense with her.
I pull out of her and we reorient ourselves to the world, adjusting our clothes. I take her hand and pull her out of the shadowy corner that's been blocking us. I hold her hand and we wait, but soon the town car pulls up.
She's looking at me with this intense passion and emotion in her eyes. What we just did was extremely intimate and also extremely deviant. The mixture of public exposure adds an aspect of intimacy that was a huge fucking rush.
I know she's coming down from the high of her orgasm just like I am. But, at the same time, I can't wait to get back to the penthouse because now I haven't experienced the full measure of gratification that's possible with her.
With Allie, I always want to take her to her edge, to her personal brink and so far past it. When she gets so hot that nothing will bring her down but the feel of me allowing her to explode, well that how far I like it. When she gets to the point that she can barely utter a word, much less her name, then I know that I've done my job.
She will never forget me again.
I'll make it my mission to satisfy her on all fronts until she's so obsessed with me that the reality of who I really am won’t come crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. It will seem like it’s perfect, that things are finally how they should be.
I'm vacillating, yes, on whether I have hurt her too badly, beyond repair. But I also want her to know the truth...that she's been fucking Stanley all along. And if she didn't have feelings for me then, she certainly will now.
The car drives us through the city and there's passion hanging thickly in the air between us. I know Allie's fulfilled but she has no idea just how immeasurably intense it's about to get for her.
Within the confines of my penthouse, I'll have full opportunity to dominate her in the way she craves. She'll never admit it, but her secret desire and fetish is to yield to my every want and need. It's the basis of what makes us great.
Allie understands, in an unspoken way, that I am her liberator if only she'll submit. And I’m about to make her submit like she never has before.