Page 4 of Jolt's Vengeance

A laugh bubbles up from her throat, rich and mocking. "Well, you didn't bloody do anything about it, did you?" she says, her accent thickening with her amusement. She gestures down her body, a clear invitation. "So I'm goin’ to find someone else who wants to enjoy this."

I stand here, stunned, as she turns away again.

My mind races, torn between my pride and the raw desire she's stoked in me all night.

I've never been one to beg, but something about this woman has me off-balance in the best possible way.

"Wait!" I call out, and before I can second-guess myself, I’m right behind her as she walks out on the street.

I don’t let her get too far and drag her into an alleyway.

The dim light from the streetlights barely illuminates the narrow passageway, but it's enough to see the surprise in her eyes.

I growl, pressing her against the rough brick wall. "Is this what you want?"

Her breath hitches, pupils dilating. "Took you long enough."

I crash my lips to hers, swallowing her gasp.

The kiss is fierce, all teeth and tongue and pent-up desire.

My hands roam her body, hiking up her skirt as she fumbles with my belt.

"Such a tease," I mutter against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

A lets out a breathy laugh that turns into a moan as I slide my fingers between her legs. "Fuck," she hisses. "Less talking, more action."

Her body stiffens, but only for a moment, before she's melting into me, her hips pressing against mine.

Her hands tangle in my hair as she tips her head back, yielding to the kiss.

"God, I've wanted this all night," I groan against her lips before shoving my cock inside her.

Her moan is muffled by the hand I've placed over her mouth, but her body speaks volumes, arching into me, nails digging into my back.

She's wet, so damn wet, and the contrast of her soaked pussy against my aching, throbbing dick is almost more than I can take.

My hips move in a primal rhythm, thrusting into her with a need that's been building all night.

The cool air of the alleyway brushes against our overheated skin, heightening every sensation.

"You like that, don't you, sweetheart?" I growl in her ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust, my cock hitting her cervix.

Her muffled cries of pleasure drive me wild, and I know I want to last as long as I can.

She feels too damn good for me to bust a nut too early.

"You're so fucking tight, but I bet you want it rougher, don't you? You like it when Daddy's cock is buried deep inside, don’t you?"

Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I'll feel for days.

"Harder," she demands, voice rough with desire.

I oblige, pounding into her with everything I've got.

The brick scrapes against my knuckles, but I barely notice the sting.

All I can focus on is the building pressure, the slick slide of skin on skin.

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