花店/Flower Shop

我推開那家隱藏在巷弄深處的花店玻璃門，門鈴清脆地叮了一聲。店裡滿是濃郁的花香，玫瑰、百合、鬱金香擠得滿坑滿谷，空氣裡混著泥土和蜜的甜膩。櫃台後站著一個很帥的男人，穿著緊身白T恤，露出結實的小臂。他抬頭看我，嘴角勾著一抹壞笑。

「要買花，還是……」

他故意拖長尾音，右手慢慢往下，抓住襯衫下擺，緩緩往上掀。

布料滑過腹肌的瞬間，我倒抽一口氣。那八塊腹肌像被刀刻出來一樣清晰，再往上，兩塊厚實的胸肌鼓脹得快把扣子撐爆。最後，他一把將整件襯衫掀到脖子下，一根青筋暴突的巨屌彈了出來，啪地一聲拍在結實的小腹上。

至少二十五公分，粗得我一隻手根本握不住。龜頭脹成深紫色，像熟透的李子，馬眼已經滲出透明的黏液，順著柱身滑到兩顆垂吊的巨蛋上。那對蛋比鴿蛋還大，毛囊濃密，散發著雄性荷爾蒙的騷味。

「要買花，還是買我？」他低聲問，聲音沙啞得像在舔我的耳垂。一邊說，一邊用拇指抹過馬眼，把那滴淫液塗滿整個龜頭，發出滋滋的水聲。

我喉嚨發乾，腿軟得差點跪下。「我……我兩個都要。」

他笑了，露出白牙，直接跨過櫃台。巨屌在空中甩動，像條兇猛的眼鏡蛇。每走一步，那根肉棒就拍打大腿內側，留下濕亮的痕跡。他走到我面前，伸手扣住我後腦勺，粗暴地把我的臉壓向他的胯下。

「先聞聞看，夠不夠新鮮。」

濃烈的雄臭撲鼻而來，混著汗味、精液殘留的腥騷，還有一絲玫瑰花瓣的香氣。我張嘴含住那顆濕熱的龜頭，舌尖一碰到馬眼，他就猛地挺腰，半根肉棒直接捅進我喉嚨。

「操！嘴巴真他媽會吸！」他抓住我頭髮，開始狂抽猛送。每一下都頂到喉嚨深處，口水順著嘴角流到下巴，滴在他晃動的蛋蛋上。

突然他把我拉起來，翻身壓在堆滿玫瑰的花台上。花瓣被我們壓得粉碎，刺鼻的花香混著他的體味鑽進鼻腔。他三兩下扯掉我的褲子，掰開我的臀瓣，對準濕漉漉的穴口就是一挺到底。

「啊——！」我尖叫聲被他捂住嘴巴。

那根巨屌像燒紅的鐵棒，硬生生把我的腸道撐到極限。他開始瘋狂衝刺，每一下都撞到最深處，龜頭碾過前列腺時，我眼前爆開白光，雞巴自己噴出一股股透明液體。

「夾這麼緊？想被操爛是吧？」他咬著我耳朵，腰部像打樁機一樣撞擊我的屁股，啪啪啪的肉體撞擊聲蓋過了花店的背景音樂。

不知道操了多久，我已經高潮三次，腿軟得站不住。他突然把我翻過來，讓我仰躺在花台上，雙腿被他扛在肩上。這次他插得更深，每一下都像要頂穿我的胃。

「射給你！全部射進去！」他低吼著，巨屌在我體內脹大一圈，滾燙的精液像火山爆發一樣噴射，一股接一股，灌得我小腹鼓起，像懷了孕。

他拔出來時，精液從紅腫的洞口噴湧而出，滴在滿地的花海裡。他用還在跳動的龜頭拍了拍我臉頰，笑著說：

「花錢買花，太貴了。下次直接來買我，一次只要你這騷穴就夠。」

我癱在花堆裡，腿還在抽搐，看著他把那根沾滿精液的巨屌塞回褲子裡，拉鍊一拉，轉身繼續整理花束。

就像什麼都沒發生過一樣。

I pushed open the glass door of that flower shop hidden deep in the alley, and the bell rang with a crisp ding. The air was thick with the heavy scent of flowers—roses, lilies, tulips crammed in every corner, mixed with the sweet stickiness of soil and honey. Behind the counter stood a man in a tight white t shirt, showing off thick, veiny forearms. He looked up at me, a wicked smirk curling his lips.

“Buying flowers, or…”

He dragged out the word, his right hand slowly sliding down to grab the hem of his shirt, lifting it agonizingly slow.

The moment the fabric slid over his abs, I sucked in a sharp breath. Eight chiseled abs looked like they were carved with a blade. Higher up, two slabs of thick pecs strained against the buttons, ready to burst. Then, with one swift yank, he pulled the shirt up to his neck, and a massive, veiny cock sprang free, slapping hard against his rock-hard stomach with a loud *thwack*.

At least ten inches long, so thick my hand couldn’t wrap around it. The head was swollen deep purple, like an overripe plum, the slit already leaking clear precum that dripped down the shaft, coating two heavy, hanging balls. Those nuts were bigger than pigeon eggs, covered in dark hair, reeking of raw, musky testosterone.

“Flowers, or me?” he growled, voice so husky it felt like he was licking my earlobe. As he spoke, his thumb swiped across the tip, smearing that slick precum all over the head with a wet *squelch*.

My throat went dry, my knees nearly buckled. “I… I want both.”

He grinned, flashing white teeth, and vaulted over the counter. His giant cock swung in the air like a feral cobra. Every step made it slap against his inner thigh, leaving glistening trails. He grabbed the back of my head, yanked me down, and shoved my face into his crotch.

“Smell it first. Fresh enough for you?”

The stench hit me like a wall—sweat, cum residue, pure alpha musk, laced with a hint of rose petals. I opened my mouth and swallowed that hot, throbbing head. The second my tongue touched his slit, he bucked his hips, ramming half his dick straight down my throat.

“Fuck! Your mouth sucks like a whore!” He gripped my hair and started pounding my face, each thrust slamming into my throat. Drool poured down my chin, dripping onto his swinging balls.

Suddenly, he yanked me up, spun me around, and slammed me onto the flower table piled high with roses. Petals crushed beneath us, the cloying floral scent mixing with his raw stink. He ripped my pants off in two seconds, spread my cheeks, and lined up that dripping hole—then buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“AH—!” My scream was muffled by his hand over my mouth.

That cock felt like a red-hot poker, stretching my guts to their limit. He started jackhammering me, every slam hitting so deep my vision flashed white. When his fat head ground against my prostate, my own dick exploded, shooting ropes of clear fluid without being touched.

“Clenching so fucking tight? Want me to wreck this slutty hole?” He bit my earlobe, hips pistoning like a machine, the wet *slap-slap-slap* of flesh drowning out the shop’s music.

I lost count of how many times I came—three? Four? My legs gave out. He flipped me onto my back on the flower table, threw my legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper, like he was trying to punch through my stomach.

“Taking my load! All of it!” he roared. His cock swelled inside me, then erupted—scalding cum blasting out in thick jets, pumping me so full my belly bulged like I was pregnant.

When he pulled out, cum gushed from my gaping, red hole, pooling on the floor. He slapped my face with his still-throbbing, cum-smeared cock and smirked:

“Paying for flowers is too expensive. Next time, just come buy me—this greedy ass is payment enough.”

I lay sprawled in the flower wreckage, legs twitching, watching him stuff that dripping monster back into his pants, zip up, and casually go back to arranging bouquets.

Like nothing ever happened.