**”Take It Back” – A Club Parking Lot Reckoning**

I knew she’d be here. The second I saw her strutting into that club in that tight black dress, those fuck-me heels, I knew she wasn’t leaving without me reminding her exactly who owned that body. Two months since she ghosted me, two months of her playing hard to get, but the way her hips swayed when she passed me at the bar? She wanted this. She *needed* this.

I waited outside, leaning against my car, watching the door. Sure enough, at 2 AM, she stumbled out—tipsy, laughing with some faceless friend, her lipstick smudged from whatever bullshit drink she’d been sipping all night. I pushed off the car and crossed the parking lot fast, catching her wrist before she could flag down a cab.

“Going somewhere, baby?”

Her eyes went wide, her breath hitching the second she recognized my voice. Fuck, even drunk, she smelled like vanilla and sweat, that same perfume I used to lick off her collarbone. She tried to pull away, but my grip tightened, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise.

“I—I’m not doing this with you,” she slurred, but her thighs pressed together. *Liar.*

I didn’t give her a choice. I dragged her into the alley beside the club, shoving her against the brick wall so hard her tits bounced. She gasped, but I didn’t let her speak—just covered her mouth with my hand, my other already hiking up her dress. No panties. *Fuck.* Just her bare, dripping pussy, already slick for me.

“Still a fucking slut, huh?” I growled, biting her ear as my fingers slid through her wetness. “Bet you’ve been thinking about me all night. Bet you’ve been rubbing that clit in the bathroom stall, pretending it was my cock.”

She whined against my palm, hips rocking down onto my fingers. I pushed two inside her without warning, curling them hard against that spongy spot that used to make her scream. She arched, her cunt clenching around me, soaking my hand.

But I wasn’t done.

With my fingers still buried in her pussy, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to her knees. She looked up at me, lips parted, those big doe eyes already glazed over. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing out, thick and angry-red.

“Open,” I ordered.

She hesitated—just for show—and I fisted her hair, yanking her head back. “I said *open*.”

Her mouth fell open, and I shoved my dick down her throat without mercy. She gagged, spit dripping down her chin, but I didn’t let up. Just held her there, thrusting into her tight, wet heat, watching tears well in her eyes.

“You miss this?” I grunted, fucking her face hard. “Miss choking on me? Miss being *mine*?”

She moaned around my cock, her hands clawing at my thighs. I pulled out just long enough for her to gasp, then slammed back in, hitting the back of her throat. Her nails dug into my skin, her body trembling, but she didn’t fight. No, she *loved* it.

I finally let her breathe, dragging her up by her hair, turning her to face the wall. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her ass bare and perfect. I spat into my palm, slicking my cock, then pressed the thick head against her tight little asshole.

She tensed. “W-Wait—”

I didn’t.

I shoved inside her with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in that hot, clenching hole. She screamed, her back arching, her cunt dripping even more now. I gripped her hips, hammering into her ass, each slam making her tits bounce.

“This is what you wanted,” I groaned, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. “You followed me out here. You knew I’d fucking wreck you.”

She couldn’t even deny it—just whimpered my name, her fingers scrambling against the brick. I reached around, pinching her clit hard, and felt her whole body lock up.

“Come,” I demanded.

And she did, screaming as her ass milked my cock, her pussy gushing down her thighs. I followed right after, filling her up so deep I knew she’d feel it for days.

When I pulled out, she slumped against the wall, panting, ruined. I turned her around, smearing my cum across her swollen lips.

“Next time,” I murmured, “you won’t make me wait so long.”

And by the way her legs trembled, I knew she wouldn’t.