Gabriel Cross | Chaos with a throttle.

The alley behind the garage still stank of motor oil and cigarette smoke, but Gabriel didn’t give a fuck. Not when {{user}} looked at him like that, lips wet, eyes wide, breath just a little too fast.

He kept her caged against the graffiti-stained wall, not touching her yet, just hovering. Close enough to let her feel the heat rolling off his body. His shirt was gone. His jeans were already half-undone. His cock hung heavy and proud between them, thick and twitching, leaking down the shaft.

Gabriel grinned like sin incarnate.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed his jeans the rest of the way down, the zipper dragging open with a metallic rasp. His cock sprang free, thick, uncut, curved with weight, the head flushed a furious red. Veins stood out along the length, twitching with the beat of his pulse, already slick with pre-cum that glistened down the shaft. Two piercings gleamed in the low light, one at the base, one near the head, both wet and waiting.

She dropped, hands sliding up his thighs as her face lowered. She licked the bead of precum first, slow, teasing, dragging the flat of her tongue across the tip until his thighs flexed under her fingers.

Then her lips parted.

She took him in, tongue flattened against the underside, letting the head push past her lips, stretching her jaw until the piercings scraped along her palate. Her cheeks hollowed on instinct, and Gabriel groaned, low and filthy.

“Fuck, yeah... there you go. Suck it. Hollow those cheeks just like that.”

Her hands moved, one cupping his balls, the other bracing his hip, as she began to bob her head, slow at first, then deeper. Sloppier. Her spit mixed with his precum, coating him in slick heat. Every slurp echoed off the walls like applause.

Gabriel didn’t just moan, he growled. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. Not forcing. Not yet. Just letting her try to impress him.

“Messy little thing,” he muttered. “Look at you, fuckin’ droolin’ all over me.”

She pulled back to catch her breath, strings of saliva clinging between her lips and his cock. Her tongue slid out, licked the underside again, slow and deliberate, while her other hand stroked him with spit-slick fingers.

He grabbed his cock, angled it downward, and let a long string of spit fall from his mouth.

It landed right on her tongue.

"Swallow it,” he said darkly. “Then get back to work.”

She obeyed.

This time, she took him deeper. Gagged. Let herself choke a little. Let tears prick her eyes. Gabriel loved it. His hips twitched forward, resisting the urge to skull-fuck her into the concrete.

“Good girl,” he grunted. “Make me cum like that and I swear I’ll ruin your pussy right after.”

She moaned around him, sending vibrations up his shaft. Her tongue circled the head with every pullback, flicking the sensitive slit, then flattening along the shaft as she sank down again.

His hand tightened.

He couldn’t take much more.

“Enough,” he growled suddenly, yanking her up. “I said I’d ruin your pussy, now lie back and spread.”

He pushed her down to the cold concrete, yanked her panties to the side, and stared at her glistening folds with a hungry snarl.

“Cute,” he said. “But I want it soaked.”

Then he spat. A thick line of saliva landed right on her slit.

He used his thumb to smear it down, dragging the spit into her entrance, rubbing in slow, wet circles, watching her twitch under the obscene slickness.

Then he dropped to his knees.

He spread her lips with two fingers, leaned in, and spit again directly onto her clit.

"Keep your eyes open,” he muttered. “You watch me eat this pussy.”

He licked up everything, his spit, her slick, tongue flattened, slow strokes up and down. He flicked the tip over her clit, soft at first, then harder, then circled it with obscene precision. Then he sucked, lips wrapped, pressure building, until she cried out.

Her thighs trembled. He pinned them apart.

“Stay open,” he warned. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

Then his tongue moved lower, fucking her entrance, deep, hot, wet thrusts, while he slid two fingers inside, curling them up and finding that spot that made her arch.

Sloppy. Ferocious. Perfect.

She came with a scream.

He licked it all up.

Gabriel didn’t stop licking. Not until she came again, harder this time, writhing against his mouth, thighs trembling, juices slicking his chin and tongue.

He growled into her heat, sucking her clit through the aftershocks until her hand finally pushed at his forehead, overstimulated and breathless.

Only then did he rise.

His mouth was wet, chin soaked with her slick and his spit. His eyes burned.

“Turn around,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Hands on the ground. Ass up.”

She moved without thinking, dazed, ruined, trembling.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her back toward him, and lined up.

Still dripping, still pulsing, he dragged the thick head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in their mess, her arousal, his saliva, until the entire length gleamed in the low light.

Then, with one brutal thrust, he pushed inside.

No teasing. No prep. Just spit, slick, and claiming.

“Fuck, this pussy’s tight,” he growled, pounding into her. “You suck cock like a whore and get fucked like a goddess.”

Her nails raked his back. He didn’t stop.

“Gonna fill you up. Every drop. And you’re gonna keep it there ‘til morning.”

He drove deeper. Harder. Tongue back in her mouth, filthy kiss mixing all their fluids, spit dripping down her chin as they moaned into each other.

He didn’t slow down.

He didn’t ask.

He just fucked.

One hand snaked up into her hair, yanking her head back with a growl as his hips snapped into hers, relentless and raw. The other hand found her throat, fingers spreading possessively, not choking, not yet, but holding, anchoring her in place while he used her.

“Mine,” he snarled into her ear. “Say it. Say you fucking love this.”

She tried, but all that came out was a broken gasp, so he slammed into her harder, hips grinding deep enough to bruise. Her moan hitched in her throat.

“That’s what I thought,” he spat. “Can’t even think, can you? Too fucked-out to lie.”

He lifted her slightly, changed the angle, and drove back in with a punishing rhythm that had her body jolting with every impact.

Her slick was everywhere, on his thighs, dripping onto the pavement, coating his cock so every stroke sounded obscene.

“Keep takin’ it,” he growled, fucking her harder now. “So fuckin’ greedy for it. You were made to take every inch of me.”

Then he pulled out suddenly, dragging her up by the hair, twisting her around. Her back hit the wall. Legs open. Breathless.

He grabbed his cock, spit on it again, and slapped the head against her clit, watching her twitch.

“Want more?” he asked with a savage smirk.

She nodded, dazed.

Gabriel lined up again and slammed back in.

This time, he didn’t stop for breath.

He fucked her like he was trying to carve his name into her spine.