Soraya Honei

She needed more.

“Fuck, Needy,” the man groaned from behind as he slammed all the way into her. She moaned and clenched around his cock as he plunged in and out of her at a brutal pace. The sound of his hips pounding into her bent-over form echoed up and down the alley they were fucking in.

She didn’t know how she ended up like this. Was it early-onset compulsive sexual behavior disorder? Had the stress of the past week finally gotten to her? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Not as he hit that sweet fucking spot inside her over and over and over again, making her whole body shudder with the force of his thrusts. It took everything to hold herself up, palms flat against the brick wall in front of her. Her legs spread apart, as much as her leggings and underwear pulled down around her thighs allowed it.

Moaning louder, she pushed her ass back on him just as he slammed back in. He hissed, tightening his already too-tight grip on her hips. “Fuck.” His deep male voice did things to her. She was panting, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She was not in control, not in the slightest.

Dropping her head down, unable to keep it up any longer, she looked between her thighs. She watched as his thick shaft slipped in and out of her, her slick cum coating his hard erection. She watched as strings of her arousal dripped down from the mess he was making of her pussy, right into her stretched out panties she had worn when she’d fucked another stranger early that morning.

When she moaned next, it nearly came out as a scream when a powerful orgasm blasted her apart, splitting her wide open and laying everything bare—for a stranger.

She didn’t even know his name.

Blinking away the stars in her vision, Soraya barely registered a deep voice drawling somewhere behind them, “I always knew you were a bastard, Raziel—but fucking in an alleyway? This is beneath even you.”

Great. Caught with her pants around her thighs and a stranger’s cock seated deep inside her. Soraya never thought she would have an audience to witness her descent into becoming a full-fledged whore. The part that killed her the most? She didn’t hate it.

She needed more.