Our Storm

My hands clawed at the wet brick as I tried in vain to brace myself against the brutal rhythm of Him. 

Another nail shredded.

The smack-smack-smack of skin-to-skin and the wet sounds of sex and sin echoed between the dark confines of the narrow alleyway but mingled with the downpour and the random taxi or box truck that lumbered through the barren drenched city streets. 

The masonry dug into my palms, and the edges of my soaked dress clung to the sides of my pale thighs, even as He used the bunched fabric at my back as leverage to fuck me like a beast in primal heat.  Just as the violent storm above raged, so did my anger, yet still I arched my back and raised my bare ass like the whore I always was for Him.  

I needed...

Dick...

His dick...

Him. 

Him. 

Him. 

As always, the energy of us consumed us like a firestorm, singing our souls.  We were helpless to resist. 

"Who owns you, bitch?"  He growled in my ear before He trailed burning bites down my neck in rapid succession.

A dark deep groan ripped from my throat.  The damn broke, and the vicious flood of submission and desire threatened to drown me.  I loved and hated His command over me and pounded my shredded palm against the building.  "Fuck you! Fuck you for making me wait.”

Another growl.  This time in warning.  "Fuck you too." He pulled out halfway and slapped my still stinging whip-striped ass with enough force to shove my bare breasts back against the damn rough brick.  

I sucked my teeth sharply as pain sliced across my ass and breasts. My nipples had long since gone raw.

Another slap sank into my flesh right before His dick sank back into my drenched heat. "Fuck you..." He repeated, this time almost like a prayer.

I moaned in relief and lifted my face to the rain in silent gratitude.

Another stroke even slower than the last. "Fuck you..." He continued with a resented-reverence. "For making me...want you...need you." Another earth shattering stroke. 

I trembled.  Him.  Us.  It was too...much.  Another nail lost.

Another long...deep...endless...stroke.  "You're...heaven. A curse.  Fuuuck."  He slammed deep into me.  His steel dick buried in some indescribable place where my womb meets my soul.

A sob escaped my lips.  In release, in anger, in pain, in thanks, I didn't know.  My spread thighs trembled.  His belt buckle dug into my fat ass cheek. Thunder rolled above us. 

He pulled my hips tighter and held me hostage between the sweet pain of denial and the utter bliss of my desperately needed orgasm.

One of His hands snaked between me and the building to grip one of my slippery exposed breasts. "Do you think...this is what I wanted? Do you?" A sharp roll of His hips punctuated His question.

I gasped as His fingertips dug into my flesh and the head of dick nudged the edge of my sanity.

"Do you?" He asked again. "Do you think I wanted to be away?"

"Fuck. You." I managed to utter between gasps.  My tears...their betrayal were lost in the torrent of wicked wind and rain.

"Bloody hell, you defiant bitch.  I’ll break you one way or another tonight,” He pulled nearly completely out of me before driving into my hungry hole.  An arm wrapped around my waist, and a fist twisted in my hair. “I Own you.” 

Deeper.  Harder.  Faster.  He drove into me. 

“I.  Own.  This.”  The relentless force of Him dragging through my slick folds and hammering against my pussy battered my resistance.  “You are fucking Mine, and You’ll take...every...drop...of fucking cum I pour into that greedy cunt.”

With a final thrust I felt His possession of my soul and His unquestionable eruption. 

I swallowed a scream and shattered as my pussy convulsed around His dick.  My gush of hot juice splattered my thighs and His shoes, like raindrops in a thunderstorm.
~DominaKat