"Please, stop, please," Elle begged even though it was nothing but sheer pleasure straining her face.
"Do you really want me to stop, Elle?" Jake asked as he shoved her panties down and guided the tip of his dick to the opening of her vagina and teased her clit with its hardness. Dislodging her panties from one of her ankles, his hands suddenly cupped her ass and he lifted her, positioning the head of dick at her wet opening while her legs rested over the mid-part of his arms.
"No! You need to wrap that shit!" she exclaimed even though her pussy was already craving the penetration. Ignoring her demands, he pressed it into her. "Damn you, Jake Chevalier!" she hissed as her pussy juices allowed his wide girth entry and his length found its haven. He pleasantly moaned and she could feel his breathing intensify.
"I've wanted you since the first day we met," he whispered in her ear as his hips slowly pumped into her. "You wanted this too, Elle..."
"No, I didn't!" she exclaimed in a voice of heightened excitement.
"Then tell me to stop!" he demanded, just as his stroking pace began to intensify.
"Now? You want me tell you to stop, now?" she whined while beginning to pant.
"Why not?" he pulled back, slowing his pace.
"Stop fucking with me, Jake!"
She could see the sinister smile in his eyes.
"You want me to stop fucking you?"
"No!" her voice was queasy, filled with both despair and panic that he'd stop.
"So you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!"
"Say it!"
"I hate you!"
Jake suddenly pummeled into her so hard, her back bounced off the brick wall; as he hammered his thickness into her the rough, porous medium abrasively scratched at her delicate skin.
Hearing voices, they both quieted like two nocturnal animals with night vision, both keenly gazing towards the French lattice gate. Although they could hear people approaching, Jake never stopped his sensual assault, prodding his love tool deep into the recesses of her craving pussy. Once the voices had moved out of range, Elle's breaths became sporadic.
"Yes...oh God," Elle whispered. "Please, fuck me, fuck me, do it!"
"Do you hate me, Elle?"
"Yes! No! Please! Jake!" her voice rattled while her mind sauntered in a complete fog of pleasure.
Gripping her ass, Jake held her tight and suddenly whisked around and shoved her hard against the opposite wall. As her back made contact against the rough surface, he commenced to thrusting as hard as he could. His dick was forcing her tight pussy to open and receive him as he hit it hard and relentless like a madman, long, brutal, rapid, ravaging strokes while he grunted and groaned. All of a sudden, she felt it rising inside her.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she squealed in desperation as her hips went into a frenzy pumping his dick furiously in and out of her in an attempt to covet everything it had to offer.
"Eeeeeennnnggg", her voice let out a steady pitch as she climaxed and her entire being felt like it had climbed over the top of a high peak.
With both of his hands pressed to the wall, and her legs draped over his arms, Jake continued to plow into her until a bellowing rumble of satisfaction escaped his mouth. The way his dick jerked inside of her, and the sudden extra wetness, she knew he had come.
"Fuck!" she suddenly gasped, quickly catapulted back to reality. "Why didn't you pull out?" she squawked trying to untangle her legs from his arms.
"Don't fucking move!" he growled, his dick still deep inside her. He appeared between worlds, yet the weight of his body still pressed hard and heavy against hers.
"Is that how you're going to talk to me after making you come like that?" he finally said.
"Let me down," she demanded. "You could've at least had the courtesy to wear a condom!"
As he lifted her off of him, a huge grin crossed his face. He squatted in front of her grabbing the panties that were still wrapped around one ankle.
"Lift you foot and step out of these," he ordered. She didn't know why she complied, she just did. He damn near stuffed her panties in her pussy sopping up their residual love juices, only to pull them away and bring them to his nose whereupon he took a long, languishing sniff, only to look at her and smile.
"You're nasty!" she putridly exclaimed as she pulled her dress back over her breasts trying to momentarily recover her modesty.
"As are you!" he retorted and wiped the soiled underwear across her lips. She recoiled and turned her face away, but Jake suddenly gripped and handful of her hair and pulled tight.
She cried out. "Jake!"
"Smell us!" he ordered, again wiping her soiled panties against her face and forcing her to smell. She tried to turn her face but his grip was so tight around her hair, she was forced to inhale their essence; a cologne and perfumed, sweat-induced, pungent but sweet composition of their blended body odors. "I want you to remember that smell, because you see, Elle, I know you wouldn't have given it up like this to that jerk in the bar," he said as he let go of her hair and pocketed the panties before putting his dick away. Only partially zipping his fly, his pants hung loosely around his hips.
"You're so fucking arrogant, why do you care how I give it up," she retorted as she watched him bend down and pick up her keys. "I can fuck whoever I want, and however I want," she defiantly added. As he gazed at her, his eyes went tight with disapproval. "You need to leave now," Elle spouted only to hold her hand out for her keys.
