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my shoulders, shaking me slightly. "You know my shit is the only shit you like."
    He smirks, one hand leaving my shoulder to trail down over my body before sliding up my thigh, my leg still hooked around his waist. His fingers disappear beneath my skirt as he whispers harshly against my ear, "Just like my dick is the only dick you like, isn't it?"
    And before I can answer I feel two of his fingers delve into my center impatiently. I gasp, whining a bit as he works me roughly right away, unapologetically fucking me with his hand. He grits his teeth, snarling as he locks his eyes with mine.
    "Tell me you only want my dick."
    I just groan in response, twisting up my face, fisting the fabric of his shirt, clutching it at his shoulders to steady myself as his fingers continue moving in and out vigorously.
    "Say 'Lex, I only want your dick in my pussy'...say it," he growls against my ear and I bite my lip almost until it bleeds.
    "A little insecure?" My voice is strangled in my throat, but I grin at him lazily as he pulls back to look at me with fire in his eyes.
    "Say it," he commands, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched. I release my head with a suppressed moan when I feel his fingers pull out suddenly and I had previously been so caught up in the feeling of them inside of me that I had failed to even notice him working to undo his pants with his other hand.
    I gasp suddenly when I feel him guide the head of his cock to rest against my entrance, rubbing against it teasingly. "I feel how wet you are...I know that's not for any-fucking-body else...that shit is for me."
    "Lex–"
    "Say it," he cuts me off dryly and I lower my eyes to his slowly, panting. I start to open my mouth, but when I don't respond right away he thrusts into me with a grunt, pounding deep into me so hard I'm surprised my eyes don't explode out of their fucking sockets.
    "Shit!" I release my head again, hitting it so hard against the concrete I'm sure it splits my skull. He chuckles softly.
    "You know nobody else can fuck that pussy like I can? You only want it from me, huh?" He slams into me twice more, knocking my breath out with each crash of our hips. "Tell me you want it," he pants against my cheek, holding himself deep inside of me, gripping my hips brutally and God, how in the fuck does he expect me to speak right now?
    "Lex..." I try to breathe enough to answer him but he doesn't give me any time, pulling out and drilling me hard and deep again, over and over, fucking the shit out of me, grinding my lower back into the hard cold brick of the wall. Fuck, I know that shit is gonna bruise.
    I let my weight slump over him in defeat, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and just holding on for dear life. I feel like he might fuck me to death, right here in this dirty alley. But what a fucking way to go.
    "I don't hear you, Leala. Tell me you fucking want it." He stops again, pulling my other leg up around his waist, pressing even deeper into me and I groan loud and long, the sound muffled in his shoulder. There is silence in the alley except for our panting breaths. A siren wails in the distance, and I finally lift my head out of his shoulder.
    "I want it," I sigh weakly, and he instantly resumes his work on me, our bodies slapping together fiercely, relentlessly.
    "You only...want this shit...from me?" he grunts between thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and the sensations of pleasure swallow me quickly, washing over me in wave after dull wave, building and building.
    "Yes...God, yes...Shit!" I shriek, body writhing against his, clutching him, grabbing at him as he drives into me mercilessly, pulling at my orgasm, drawing it slowly from the depths of my body, my fingers and toes, deep in my core, luring it out bit by bit.
    I curl and curl around his body, my insides sucking at his throbbing dick as it plows into me over and over, my legs tightening around his waist, arms squeezing around his shoulders until I'm shaking with fatigue, waiting