It was a humid summer night in the city when I stumbled upon a figure with wild, untamed hair, sitting on the sidewalk. They looked up at me with piercing eyes, and I felt an inexplicable pull towards them.
“Are you okay?” I asked, extending a hand to help them up.
They took my hand, and I noticed the callouses on their fingers. “I’m fine,” they replied, their voice husky and alluring. “Just needed a moment to rest.”
As we walked, I couldn’t help but be drawn to their rugged charm. We found ourselves in an alley, and before I knew it, our lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Their hands roamed my body, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as they tugged at my hair.
We broke apart, breathless. “Do you want to continue this inside?” I asked, gesturing towards a nearby hotel.
They nodded, and we made our way to a room. Once inside, our clothes came off in a frenzy. I marveled at their toned body, covered in tattoos and scars.
I began to kiss and lick their neck, eliciting soft moans from them. I moved down to their nipples, taking each one in my mouth and teasing them with my tongue. They arched their back, urging me on.
I made my way down to their thighs, spreading them apart. I ran my tongue along their inner thigh, feeling them tremble beneath me. I teased their entrance, before finally giving in and licking their clit. They moaned loudly, their hips bucking against my face.
I slid a finger inside them, feeling them clench around me. I added another finger, stretching them out. They begged me to fuck them, and I couldn’t help but oblige.
I positioned myself at their entrance, before thrusting inside them. They cried out in pleasure, their nails digging into my back. I began to fuck them harder, their moans growing louder with each thrust.
I reached down, rubbing their clit in time with my thrusts. They cried out, their orgasm washing over them. I continued to fuck them, chasing my own release.
Finally, I came inside them, collapsing onto their chest. We lay there, panting and sweating, our bodies intertwined.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
They looked at me, their eyes filled with a fierce intensity. “I am the street messiah,” they replied, their voice filled with power. “And I have claimed you as my own.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the city lights shining through the window. I knew that this encounter would be one that I would never forget.
