“Are you sure?” His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as his length, glistening with my spit, twitched between us.
“Absolutely sure,” I said as I stood and pulled him around the corner so we were no longer under the bleachers but on the side facing the stairs. I slipped the bottle into his hand, then he turned me around so I was facing away from him, grabbed my hands, and placed them on the railing in front of us and bent me over with a hand between my shoulder blades.
“Keep your hands there.” His breath was hot across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
This wouldn’t be the first time we’d played around with my back entrance, I wasn’t completely insane after all, but I knew he’d been itching to do it in public.
There was a click behind me, probably from the lube, and not being able to see what he was doing added to the sensations. I stiffened when his slippery fingers caressed my second hole.
“Relax,” he demanded, and I obeyed. My body was a slave to his lust.
I exhaled deliberately as he slid his first finger inside, anticipation tightening my stomach. I was pretty sure I’d never get used to the slight burning sensation that felt so exquisite at the same time. My pussy was dripping wet, clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.
Colt added another finger, and I hissed. His free hand slidaround my hip to my clit, a low rumbling growl reverberating from his chest as he noticed how wet I was for him.
“Dirty girl, did it turn you on to suck my cock while you were kneeling in the dirt for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed. He added a third finger, and I pushed greedily back into him. His index finger worked on my clit, and I bit my lips to stifle a moan.
A sharp slap on my ass made me squeal. “Don’t you dare keep your moans from me. I want to hear every one of them, do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled his fingers out, and my breath caught in my throat when his blunt tip settled against my asshole. Then something warm and wet landed on me and trickled down the crack of my ass.Had he just …?
“Thought you wouldn’t mind a little extra lube.” God, this motherfucker was filthy, and I was here for it.
With a deep, almost pained groan, he pushed himself into me, deeper and deeper, until his balls were pressed against my pussy. We were breathing heavily as he paused for a moment, buried deep inside me.
“You good?”
“Yes,” I grunted. That was all the reassurance he needed as he pulled out of me and rammed back in, fucking me with deep, earth-shattering strokes. His balls slapped my swollen pussy, and I moaned so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard us.
“That’s right, let everyone hear what a slut you are for me. Fuck, look at you all filled up with me. I’m going to wreck this little ass with my fat cock, and you’re going to take it likea good girl, aren’t you?”
“Oh god, yes! Wreck my ass, wreck me. Give me fucking everything.”
He pistoned into me harder and harder, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I was clinging to the railing. He had to grab my shoulder with one hand to keep my face from hitting the wall with his brutal blows. My ass was on fire, and the orgasm approached with his fingers skillfully circling my clit.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? With dirty knees and the taste of my cock still on your tongue as I take your ass in public. What a dirty little slut.”
“Yes,” I gasped as my toes began to curl, and my core tightened more and more. “I want to feel your fat cock filling up my ass.”
Colt let out a breathless chuckle and pumped into me even harder. “Gonna give you my cum, but you’ll come first. Give it to me, Princess, I want to feel that ass clenching around me.”
He pinched my clit and, as if on cue, I exploded. Stars danced in my vision as I spasmed around him, trembling and moaning.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Colt groaned, thrusting into me twice until his hot cum shot deep inside me with every twitch of his cock. “Such a good girl, taking all my cum.”
Slowly, very slowly, I floated back down to earth where Colt drew out of me and cleaned us up with tissues from my purse. He carefully dragged my panties back into place, flipped down my skirt, and pulled me back upright.
His hand gently stroked my back as he secured me against his broad chest, wrapping me in his arms.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
“Mm-hm.” I nodded, completely worn out.
