Gripping the fence post tight enough that my knuckles turn white, I glare at him over my shoulder. “Marius!”
“Do you want to cum again?” He grips my hips harder.
I clench around his thick length. “Please.”
The chuckle he makes is bittersweet. “As much as I enjoy fucking with you, I have to cut this rendezvous short.”
“Why?”
His finger and thumb close over my clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves along both sides.
An orgasm tears through my core, cutting off my words, and I clench my teeth to ride through the sensations. Is this really the last I’ll see of Professor Segul?
My eyes burn—both with sorrow and with the intensity of my second climax.
“Bend over double and hold onto your ankles,” he says as he pulls out, still deliciously hard.
Straightening, I turn to meet his eyes. “Marius?”
The bandana is back around his face with the hoodie and baseball cap obscuring his eyes.
“Get into position.”
I tilt forward and downward, placing my hands at the base of my shins. “Like this?”
He flips up my skirt, exposing my pussy and ass.
Professor Segul grips the base of his cock, its shaft and head glistening with my juices.
My skin heats at the evidence of my arousal.
He kicks my legs out to the side, making me grab onto my ankles.
My stomach dips. I’ve never in my life been so publicly exposed. It’s exhilarating, like riding a roller coaster.
“See how much you enjoyed being fucked in public?” he says. “I’ve never had you cum so hard.”
“You’re wrong,” I lie.
He spanks my pussy with a sting that my nerves interpret as pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll babble the truth,” he growls, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over my asshole.
My jaw drops, and I draw in a shocked breath. Don’t tell me he’s about to stick his huge dick into my ass without lube!
Out of the corner of my eye, I’m sure I see a flash of black and fluorescent yellow pass the other end of the alleyway.
My heart skips. Was that the police?
Professor Segul’s large hand grips my hip, and he squeezes one cheek, spreading me apart.
“You have the tightest, prettiest, little pucker.”
My pulse beats hard and fast, muffling all the surrounding sound, save for his voice.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper.
“First, I’m going to run my tongue over your sweet ass until you’re sobbing.”