Malo: An Age Gap Romance

She parts her legs slightly, giving me all the access I need, and I guide my cock toward her slit and plant it against her entrance. I pull her back onto me, and I hear her moan against my hand as I fill her for the first time.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, grinding myself all the way inside of her, feeling her from the inside out. The warm wetness of her pussy is everything I need right now, a way to extend the high that’s almost getting the better of me right now. The booze is kicking in hard, and I just want to feel her come around my cock—I’m greedy for it, willing to do anything it takes to get her over the edge.

She closes her eyes as I begin to take her in long, deep strokes, filling her to the hilt, leaning back to watch her lips enveloping my cock over and over again. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman like this, but there’s something undeniably hot about seeing her give herself over to me in this way. Knowing she can’t hold back, knowing she can’t hide from how much she wants this.

Her wetness is already starting to leak down the inside of her thighs, and I shift my hand between her legs so I can play with her clit as I fuck her. She lets out a moan, deeper and throatier this time, as though she’s having trouble controlling herself.

“You going to come for me, baby?” I murmur in her ear, and she begins to tremble against me—a sure sign that she is getting close. Feeling her start to move toward the edge, to the point of no return, gets me off like nothing else does. I want to feel her finish around me, give in to how good it feels to have me fuck her like this—hard, dirty, right in the alleyway outside the bar. I know someone could walk out here and catch us in the act at any moment, but right now, it’s hard to give a damn.

I pinch her clit lightly between my fingers, driving myself deep inside of her and holding myself there as she arches her back, pushing herself onto me as though on instinct. She half-turns her head to look at me, and the blazing need in her eyes is obvious. I grind my hips against her, watching as her gaze turns blurry while the pleasure takes hold of her.

“Oh, you like that?” I tease, moving my hand from her mouth and into her hair, tugging her head back slightly so she’s staring into my eyes.

She nods.

“Tell me,” I order. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” she pants, catching her breath, grabbing hold of the dumpster so she can push back against me. Whatever nerves she was hanging on to before, they’re gone now. This might be her first time getting down and dirty like this, but I can tell it’s not going to be her last.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and I pull back and slam myself inside of her, drawing a long, needy whine from her lips in the process. Tugging on her hair slightly, I draw her head back, forcing her to arch her back to accommodate me. The sight of her body taken over completely by the intensity of the way this makes her feel… fuck, it’s almost enough to take me over the edge right then and there.

But I’m not willing to give myself that release until I’ve felt her come. I’ve never let a woman walk away without giving her an orgasm, and this isn’t going to be an exception. The high has me cocky, certain I can make it happen, and I know nothing is going to get in the way of it. I massage her clit in circles, matching the movement with my cock inside of her, and listen as her moans grow more and more desperate, her body inching closer and closer toward the edge.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” I pant, lowering my mouth to her ear, grazing my tongue across her lobe, and making her shudder with pleasure. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

She nods, unable to so much as get a word out of her mouth right now. That’s just fine by me, I’m willing to let her lose herself now, focus on nothing more but how good it feels to have me buried inside of her. I thrust a few more times, moving in deeper, biting down on her earlobe as I massage her clit, and then, at last, I feel it.

Her body spasms around me, finally giving over to the intense pleasure she can’t deny for another moment. She cries out, the sound filling the air around us, and I’m damn sure everyone in the bar can hear us. Good. I want them to hear. I want them to know just how hard I’m making her come. I want the whole damn city to know.

The fluttering of her orgasming pussy around my cock is all it takes to push me over the edge and into my release. I bottom out inside of her, letting out a long groan as I finish and fill her with my seed. I hold myself there until I am well and truly done, making sure every drop of my pleasure is wrung out of me, before I pull back and yank my jeans back up.

She is still panting hard, catching her breath, and I lay a playful spank on her ass just to watch it jiggle again. She lets out a cry of surprise, glancing over her shoulder at me, still not quite having regained the use of words yet.

“You probably want to get yourself covered up,” I tell her. “Don’t want anyone catching you out here like that, huh? They might get ideas.”

She reaches down and shimmies back into her shorts, and I admire the way they hug her curvy hips and gorgeous ass. Damn, that’s the kind of ass a man could get obsessed with, if he was so inclined.

But I’m not looking to get obsessed with anyone, let alone one of the club girls who hangs around looking for dick.

She moves toward me, looping her arms around me again, and pulling me in close.

“You don’t want to stay for another round?” she coos, sliding her hands down my back, as though doing everything she can think of to keep me in place.

I cock an eyebrow at her. “Damn, baby, you’re hungry for this tonight,” I tease, and she bites her lip and shrugs.

“Can you blame me?” she shoots back, a flirtatious edge to her voice. I take a step back from her.

“Maybe some other time,” I reply. “I have to get home.”

She pulls a face at me, but before she can say anything else, I turn to head back to my bike. I’m too drunk and high to be driving right now, but it’s not going to stop me. She doesn’t bother to follow me—probably too busy looking for the panties I ripped off and tossed aside—and I doubt I’m going to see her again after this.

These girls who hang out at the Deadman’s Hand, they know what they get when they hook up with one of us. It’s not going to be anything long-term, anything serious, but fuck, that doesn’t mean it’s not going to be good.

I throw my leg over my bike, my head spinning as I try to pull myself together. Whatever high the booze and the drugs didn’t touch, fucking that girl has given me enough space to clear my head, at least for a while. I don’t know how I’m going to handle those same feelings when they come up again tomorrow, but for now, at least, I can just let go and get some sleep.

I might run into her again, and if I do, at least I know I can use her to blow off some steam. Good to know that there’s someone around who’s willing to give me what I need.

I pull away and drive into the night. I glance over my shoulder toward the alleyway, but the girl is already gone by the time I look back.