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“I...I can’t, John...Sir...Oh god...” she says moaning softly and then starts to mewl quietly, knowing that she can’t get out of his grasp, that you can’t really tell John what to do...especially not her. Not in this position, not when she’s angel and princess. Her hands are being held against the alley wall as she starts to become a dazed and shaky mess. John’s kissing at her neck and shoulders again, biting down on them hungrily.
“You gonna be a good girl, for me?” he says in a husky whisper, in between feverish kisses and bites. He’s got her shirt down to nearly her nipples, as they harden under the remaining material. He can’t keep away from the tops of her tits. She feels his mouth’s assault on them, as she swallows and closes her eyes. She’s breathing hard now, her knees starting to buckle as she lets out a soft whine and moan. He catches her from slipping all the way by wrapping his arms around her shapely little waist as he continues his assault on her tits. She gasps as she feels his wet tongue slip over her nipple, surprised that he’s finally uncovered it, she bites her lower lip.
“Jooohnnn...” she says softly in almost a drugged like state, and that’s what he is to her...a completely intoxicating force. He starts to suck at her nipple, as she says his name over and over again softly, almost going slack in his grasp.
“mmhmmmmmm...no...mmm...Joh-Sir...Johnnn...” she moans out as she manages to lift her deadened arms some how to push at him, she wants to be fucked...do anything but the slow languid foreplay and teasing he’s been doing, driving her to near madness.
“Now...now...thats not being a good girl, angel...not at all” he says mischievously, grinning and giving her nipple a hard bite. She lets out a cry and buries her hands in his golden hair, messing it up completely in her pleasured agony. He leans her up against the concrete wall in the dirty alleyway...a perfect place to vulgarizer her...make her into a dirty angel. It feels like he’s committing a sin...dirtying her, staining her with every touch. This just makes his cock harder.
“What is it that you want, angel? You want to be fucked? Hmmm? Is that what the little slut wants?” he says softly, licking at the skin between her tits and biting down at the left one like a hungry animal. She cries out and gives a submissive little mewl, she’s woken up with bite marks all over her before. She runs her fingers through his now messy blonde hair and looks at him with heavily lidded eyes. She feels utterly drunk on John Constantine.
“I...I can’t...I...I wanna be fucked, John...I wa-wanna be fucked.” she says bluntly but dazedly. He lets out a nasty little laugh, thinking about the way that he’s reduced “The Zatanna” into a dirty messy little whore. She always gets like this with him, a fucked angel. It makes him relieved. It makes him overwhelmingly hard.
“Say it. Say your a dirty little whore who wants to be fucked in a dirty alleyway.” he commands, as he grabs her by the arm and waist, positioning her bent in front of him, as she gasps. Her big tits still on full display as she’s bent over, cheek pushed against the concrete wall in front of them. He’ll be going to hell earlier than expected just for this. Desecration of an angel.
“Mmmm...Sir...” she whines and gasps out in utter arousal, “I am a dirty little whore who wants to be fucked in a dirty alleyway.”
He barks out a laugh and simply says, “Thats a good girl.”
The desecration has commenced, he thinks, and he’s so utterly fucking erect. He pulls up her tight black skirt as best he can and lowers her nylons and panties, immediately sticking two fingers into her utterly soaked cunt. Fingering her a little, before putting both fingers into his mouth, his eyes roll back into his head as he closes them. She lets out a moan and a whine. He smirks, knowing she wants cock. He can never get over how needy she is, how hungry she is for him. He is more than willing to give it to her now as he unzips his fly and finally frees his painfully straining member.
“This what you want angel?” he says, softly, teasingly to her as he ever so slowly slips it into her soaked little cunt. She lets out a cry of relief from this, like he’s just injected her with her very first shot of junk. This reaction makes him dizzy for a minute and his hips unconsciously buck a bit into her, making her cry out and claw at the wall a bit, before regaining her composure and breathing hard.
“Please...Sir. Please, please, please.” She says in a whining, pleading little voice and he lets out a throaty moan at her begging, grabbing her by the hips and pumping into her. He’s in heaven, the closest he’ll ever be, he reckons: Zatanna’s tight cunt.
“Your a cock hungry little whore, you know that?” He asks her in an exerted voice, as he picks up speed, feeling the need to rail her, make her his.
“Y-Yes, Sir...cock...whore” she breathes out, and lets out a little cry. His cock feels so fucking filling right now...hard and stuffed into her tight little hole. Her pleasure so overwhelming, she doesn’t care who sees John taking her, the thought of letting people know she belongs to him makes her cunt constrict around him. This makes him groan and throw his head back, giving into the pleasure her cunt’s giving him. She lets out a loud moan, bracing herself against the wall as he fucks her at a rough and deliberate pace, grabbing her by her long dark hair. Her long dark hair. He wants to lean down a bit and smell it, pull at it, a cascading dark waterfall of soft starless night and he wants it all to himself. Leaning down to smell it, he bucks into her hard, causing her to let out a girlish cry. He closes his eyes letting out a soft elated moan because it smells exactly the way he imagined it would and god her cunt is so wet, warm, and inviting. She feels like home.
“I am going to make you suck cock, princess...your going to suck cock” he whispers firmly and gently into her ear. This statement makes her moan and whimper, the inevitability of the statement making her ever more wet. As he pushes in and out of her, starting to speed up out of sheer horny desperation, only to slip his hand between her legs to rub at her sensitive little clit. How he loves to lick, suck, and rub at his favorite little button. She cries out and bucks a little and he laughs meanly, holding onto her hip with his other hand to stabilize her and himself. He playfully slows down his thrusting to an agonizingly slow pace...agonizing for both as he pushes in and out slowly...she makes a small frustrated little sound and he smiles. He needs to pound into her warm and inviting cunt but he stops himself to tease them both and savor. Not being able to keep it up for very long, he inadvertently speeds up in his passion and doesn’t stop. She lets out cute fucked little cries and he tries to stop because he wants his cock in her soft warm little mouth...he wants to see her on her knees, completely desecrated in this dark and dirty alleyway...the very idea of it almost makes him cum. So, he stops, breathing hard and as hard as ever.
He pulls out of her, stroking at her beautiful long dark hair as she turns around, what he wants exchanged between them wordlessly. She crouches down on the dirty asphalt, her blue eyes trained on his, as she takes him into her mouth. He lets out an elated moan and leans his forehead against the brick wall in front of them, stroking at her long raven hair affectionately and covetously. He bunches some of of it in his hands gently, trying to savor how soft it is...perhaps he can even get the scent of it all over them, he thinks. He shudders as she takes him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. He keeps eye contact with her and pants a little.
“I told you I’d make you suck cock, princess” he whispers softly, staring right into her blue eyes tenderly. At this, she keeps eye contact with him and swallows him deeper into her mouth, and slowly down her warm little throat. He curses softly and bucks slightly, making her gag as she breathes in through her nose, relaxing her throat for him.
“Your...a god damn dirty angel...dirty...slut...cock hungry...” he gasps out, panting a bit as she moves her mouth up and down his cock, trying to pleasure all of him and take him all in. She closes her eyes for a minute, humming around him as she does her work diligently, she can slowly feel him coming undone. He’s starting to shake as she grabs his ass to stabilize him a bit, she doesn’t stop. She slides him out of her mouth a bit to lick and tease the tip of his cock, only to shove him quickly back down her throat. This makes him grunt and moan, leaning against the wall in front of him as she looks up at him to see just how he’s coming undone for her. His hips start to involuntarily thrust a bit and he starts to breath harder and harder...a golden haired filthy prince coming undone.
“Zee...” he breathes out, standing up straighter to stroke at her dark hair reverently, he throws back his head, closing his eyes and groaning as she sucks and sucks and takes him down, down her lovely little throat. He looks down at her, dark hair disheveled, full lips wrapped around him, eyes watery. Crouched down on the dirty asphalt floor just for him, littered with cigarette butts, broken glass, and trash. And he can’t hold it together anymore, not when his cock is being warmed and pleasured by his desecrated angel’s mouth and throat. It happens then, he cums and cums down her throat, grunting and moaning, leaning against the wall for support as she milks him and swallows everything he gives her. He tastes bitter and creamy and she sighs, moaning softly, her eyes rolling into the back of her head a bit and closing as she takes all of his warm and creamy cum down her throat.
He slowly slides his cock out of her mouth, tenderly and gently, covered in her saliva. His breath hitches a bit in his throat at that revelation as he tucks himself back into his black slacks, breathing hard. He sees her swallow a bit more and lick her lips, like she just had a deliciously satisfying meal. This makes him more breathless than he’d like to admit as he gulps. The only girl who makes him feel like a guilty school boy, afterward through no fault of her own. He feels like he’s just throat fucked an angel in a church...the thought of it gives him the chills. She stands up and slowly tries to straighten her black skirt out, thinking it was over. That her desecration by him was done. He lets out little devious chuckles watching her as she looks up.
“Tsk, tsk, you think your allowed to put your clothing back on, angel?” he says softly, taking her arms and pinning them over her head. She worries her bottom lip and sighs softly, contently at his control. Her eyes search his face for what he’s going to do, as he dips his hand between her legs, and rubs at her cunt through the black lace panties she’s managed to push back up again. She lets out a loud gasp and squirms, as he pushes his body onto hers, pinning her to the brick wall.
“You thought...” he breathes her scent in, dipping his face into her neck and kissing at it “you could get away from me, angel?” he chuckles a little sadistically, “I have you forever, don’t I?” she whines softly and wraps her arms around him, burying one hand in his hair and gripping at the back of his beige trench with the other. She feels secure and comforted by the weight and warmth of his body on her, the feeling she gets when he’s sleeping next to her in bed.
She hears him moan softly and push his crotch against her as he bites down on her neck and slips his hand down her lace panties to stroke and rub at her slit, to tease, like a bad little boy. She closes her eyes and breathes heavily against his blonde hair, he smells like sweat and cigarette smoke. She hums happily from the comforting smells and clings onto him harder and licks her lips, looking down at him a bit, her long dark lashes fanning across her cheeks and bites her lower lip and softly says, “You gonna make me cum, Sir?” she loves egging him on, she knows just what to say… “Make me belong to you...more and more...” she gasps out and kisses the top of his head.
He growls in the back of his throat and raises his head to capture her mouth with his and kiss her hard, passionately. She knows he loves sticking his tongue in her mouth to savor her, she opens her mouth for it and moans softly, melting into his embrace. She feels him slip a finger between her pussy lips, finding her clit and stroking firmly, expertly. She moans loudly and gasps, breaking their messy kiss and turning her head away from him, only for him to bite down on her jawline. She writhes in his grasp, licking her full lips and biting at them, closing her eyes and leaning into him. He holds onto her writhing form fast, almost bruising her arm. She whines longingly from the feeling... yesss, don’t handle me with kid gloves, she thinks, don’t lock me out of your danger.
He starts rubbing at her in a little expert circle now, as she cries out louder, he forces his mouth on hers again, covering up her loud cries in the alleyway. He dips his fingers into her deeper, feeling just how fucking soaked his angel is for him, just how desperate. She’s so soft and delicate and he remembers just how pink she is...he dips his fingers into her and she tightens her grip on the back of his coat. She lets out loud little cries into his mouth as he tries to capture them, she’s loud his Zee…
She breaks the kiss and gasps out, “I...I...I can’t do it, Sir...I ca-can’t...”
He lets out a wicked little laugh and takes the two fingers he’s dipped in her wet little cunt and slips them into her waiting mouth, she moans around his fingers happily, closing her eyes and tasting herself on them. He studies her and opens his mouth slightly in captivated arousal, as he pushes his fingers in and out of her generous mouth. A little too far in, and he makes her gag as she moves her widened eyes to look at him, he grins wickedly at her.
“You can do it, princess...do it for me...” he says softly, gently, as he takes his fingers out of her mouth and shoves them back into her, making her cry out softly and pant. He rubs at her little clit in circles again and looks at her tenderly, waiting and watching. Wanting to catch all of the little reactions he can flit across her face. She bites down on her lower lip and lets out little cries as she grips at his shoulder, letting him make her cum, with her nylons pulled half way down and flushed like a whore. She feels desperate for him, mad with lust as she approaches her peek. She leans back onto the brick wall and looks at him through heavy lidded eyes, opening her little mouth in wordless cries and stifled moans.
“You gonna make me cum, John? Do I look like a whore? Do I look enough like a whore for you, John?” she gasps out, making direct eye contact with him a he rubs at her clit, making the same eye contact with her, feeling nothing but pure arousal. She says the most dirty shite when they’re in the middle of it, when she’s in the throes of getting completely fucked.
“Oh yes I am...your going to surrender to me like the god damn slut you are, Zee...the god damn...fucking-” he trails off because she starts bucking and clinging onto him hard, pulling at his jacket. She opens her pretty pouty little mouth to let out a loud cry as he puts his hand over it, stifling it as best he can.
“Shhh...shhh...thaaaats it princess...thaats it...” he says softly, lovingly, reverently. He watches her go off the edge as her brow wrinkles and she unintentionally bites down on his hand hard. His breath elevated and hitched as he watches her, an angel violated and coming undone.
When she’s done, he caresses her face, and smooths her hair, gazing upon her tenderly, giving her a soft smile, as she catches her breath and swallows.
“Mmmm...Joohn...John...” she says with a soft whine, pawing at his shirt, absolutely beautiful and delirious. He slips the fingers that were inside her, into his mouth and sucks them dry, reveling quietly in the taste of her. He chuckles softly at her delirious look, hair and make up mussed. She slowly straightens out her clothing and waits as he produces his silk cuts out of his trench, pulling two cigarettes free for them and lighting them in his mouth at the same time, snapping his lighter shut. He puts one of them in between the pointer and index finger of her extended hand and takes a very long drag from his own, blowing it out. He walks over to her, letting himself fall back onto the same brick wall she’s leaning on and smirks.
“Well...your a slut.” he says teasingly with his cigarette dangling from his lips. She gives a little laugh and smacks him in the arm. He lets out a chuckle and puts his arm around her as they enjoy a smoke together. He takes a drag from his cigarette again and blows it out of his mouth away from her, then kisses the top of her inky head. Pulling her close to him, wanting to smell her and feel her warmth, whisper softly in her ear only things she can hear.