Page 42 of Jolt's Vengeance

She can be defiant all she wants, a minx for all I care, and drive me up a wall.

But I get to do this.

I get to ravage her body, bury myself deep inside her, feel her wetness around me.

My hand slips down her sleek stomach, soaking up the heat of her skin, to where we're joined.

My fingers find her clit and I apply pressure.

Her whole body arches against me, a gasp tearing from her lips.

I continue to thrust, my pace steady and relentless.

The windowpane shudders with each impact, and I see her breasts shaking with the motion.

Each time I pull out, she whimpers in protest, the sound swallowed by our hungry kisses.

"Fuck," she curses through gritted teeth as she tightens around me, "Jolt..."

I nip at her shoulder, sucking the nape of her neck into my mouth.

She squirms beneath me, a delicious friction against my shaft.

Suddenly, her body spasms and convulses around mine, her nails raking down my arms as she comes hard.

The sight of Aggie writhing in ecstasy against me is too much for any mortal man to bear.

Pressure builds within me until it's unbearable.

My strokes become reckless in pace and aim, driving into her with a primal urge only she can sate.

She matches each thrust with one of her own, grinding against me in an erotic dance that pushes us both higher and higher.

Sweat drips from our bodies onto the floor below while her clothes lay discarded on the other side of the room—proof of how badly I needed to devour her.

Aggie's cries echo around us as I pound into her again and again.

Her face twists with pleasure while I watch her writhe against the glass like some erotic show for anyone who dares to walk past.

Suddenly, everything tightens—a knot at the base of my spine coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps.

A rush of heat floods me as I explode inside of her.

For a split second, all goes quiet except for our heavy breathing echoing off the walls.

I press a kiss into the hollow of her throat, tasting the salty tang of sweat.

Slowly, I withdraw from her, watching her eyes flutter open to meet mine.

"You're something else," I murmur against her ear as she tries to regain her breath, each word punctuated with nips along the shell of her ear.

She's clutching at my arms, her beautiful face flushed and sweaty.

Her muscles twitch involuntarily from our intense coupling.

Her emerald eyes meet mine in a look that's both defiant and satisfied—a silent challenge for more.

Panting, we slide down to rest on the floor.

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