Kayla backed away from me, shaking her head. “You're lying, Rebel.”
“Doesn't it make sense, Kayla? Your father always hated me. He didn't want me anywhere near you. When we went against his wishes, he had me arrested on trumped-up charges.”
“If you're telling the truth, how could my father even do that?”
Kayla loved her dad and I hated that I had to tear him down. “A few key bribes would get the job done. All it took was money and we know your father has plenty of that.”
“If you were innocent, then why did you plead guilty? A jury would have seen that the case didn't fit. My father's lawyer would have gotten you out of it.”
I couldn't keep secrets from Kayla anymore. It was time to tell her the real truth. “When I was brought into the police station, I waited and waited for the lawyer but he never showed up.”
Kayla's legs wobbled. “But my father said he had a whole team of lawyers working on your case. That is, until you confessed.”
“I didn't meet with anyone, Kayla.”
The realization hit her face. “Did they torture you to get the confession?”
“Not physically, but emotionally. They told me that if I didn't confess, they'd arrest you and make sure you got thrown out of school. I couldn't let them ruin your life. So I pleaded guilty and took the jail sentence.”
Kayla's face softened and tears welled up in her eyes. She reached up with her hand and gently placed it on my cheek. “You always protected me, Rebel.”
I couldn't stop myself anymore. I wrapped my arm around Kayla's waist and pulled her to me. Our lips met, my tongue sneaking into her mouth and tasting her. Kayla pressed against me, my cock in my jeans growing harder and harder.
My hands moved down her back and to her ass, squeezing each cheek over the thin red dress fabric. Kayla moaned into my mouth, fueling the hot desire in my pants. Her off-the-shoulder dress made it easy to pull down and spill out her bountiful breasts.
Kayla quickly covered her chest. “What if somebody sees us?”
I tore her hands away from her tits and held them behind her back with one hand. “Then let them see that you're mine.” I bent down and kissed her bare breasts, sucking on her nipples until they became long and hard in my mouth.
“I need you, Rebel,” Kayla breathed.
I ran my fingers up her thigh and under her dress. Her panties were completely soaked. “You're so ready for me.”
I quickly undid my jeans and dropped them to the ground with my boxer briefs. Kayla bit her bottom lip as she glanced down at my length. I let Kayla get a good look before spinning her around and bending her over a dirty dumpster. The smell of trash choked the air but that wouldn't stop me from taking what was mine.
Kayla glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with need. “Fuck me hard, Rebel.”
She didn't have to tell me twice. Her short dress barely covered her ass but I hiked it up even further to get a greater view. I looked around the alley to make sure nobody was watching. My hand crashed against her soft ass and Kayla cried out. I slapped her other cheek, rubbing in the pain.
I slapped her over and over again until her ass was bright red. Now she was ready for me. I pulled at her panties until they snapped and then filled her with every inch of me. We both screamed as I tore my way deeper and deeper inside her. Kayla backed her ass into me, meeting every thrust.
I reached out and wrapped her golden hair around my fist, snapping her head back. I used Kayla's hair as leverage to fuck her even harder.
“Don't...stop,” Kayla begged. Her breathing quickened and muscles tensed.
The pleasure flooded my veins. I wouldn't be able to handle anymore. I clenched her side as I pushed in and out, slamming Kayla against the dumpster.
“Say my name,” I ordered.
Kayla whispered, “Rebel...”
“Louder. Make everyone hear that you're all mine.”
“Rebel!” she yelled. Kayla convulsed on the dumpster, tightening her pussy around my cock. I found my release, spurting inside her until she overflowed with my seed. My breath was ragged and my heart pounded in my ears.
I pulled out and couldn't hold myself up anymore, falling down on the alley floor. Kayla stayed on the dumpster, plastered to it. I got a good view of her ass and my cream leaking out of her.
Kayla finally pried herself off the dumpster and joined me on the ground. I gathered her body in my arms, my fingers running through her hair. “You can't say that was a moment of weakness this time.”
Kayla shook her head. “I love you, Rebel. I'm all yours.”
“I love you too, Kayla.” We kissed and the throbbing in my pants returned. But I needed a break.
Kayla looked down at her red dress that was all stained. “I really need to take a shower.”
“You can do that at my place,” I said.
Kayla smiled at me. Everything was going back to they way it used to be. But what was I supposed to do about Mr. Spencer and Mayor McCain? If I didn't follow his orders, the mayor would send me right back to prison. I couldn't let that happen. I'd never leave Kayla again.