Page 5 of Jolt's Vengeance

A's breath comes in sharp pants, each exhale a soft cry of pleasure.

I can feel her tightening around me, urging for me to explode inside her, but I won’t.

At least, not yet.

I twist her nipples, hard. "You want me to stop? Tell me what you fuckin’ want, girl."

Her response is a whimper, a plea caught between the pleasure and delicious pain.

I smirk against her skin, nipping at the delicate line of her neck.

"Mmm, I knew you wanted more of this," I tease, pulling back until just my tip remains inside her, before slamming back into her.

The force of it has her whimpering again, her body jerking against mine in surprise.

The sight of her body cramped up against this brick wall—open, vulnerable, completely at my mercy—is intoxicating.

It’s like the sweetest poison that seeps into my veins and takes control of me.

I grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I set a punishing rhythm.

The sounds she makes are heavenly—half moans, half sobs.

Each one turns me on more than the last.

I can feel her getting closer to the edge, her body tightening around me in delicious waves.

"Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?" I ask through gritted teeth.

The sensation of holding myself back from release is excruciating but equally thrilling.

Her answer is a choked moan, a surrendering nod.

"That's it...you're so fuckin’ good," I pant out as I thrust into her harder and faster.

The friction between us becomes an almost unbearable heat that threatens to consume us.

Suddenly, she’s about to scream out in pleasure.

I slap my hand back over her mouth, muffling her cries.

Her body convulses around mine as she reaches climax.

Her high triggers my own and I bury myself deep inside her as release crashes over me in powerful waves.

Shaking with the aftermath of our climax, we stay connected for a while longer; my cock softening inside her as we catch our breaths.

Eventually, I pull out slowly and fix her disheveled clothes before doing up my own.

Before we part ways, I pull her against me for a last lingering kiss.

The taste of her on my lips is a promise of many more nights like this to come.

"Until next time, sweetheart," I whisper into the quiet night, leaving her with a softly echoing promise that hangs in the cooling air of the alleyway.

"In your dreams, Jack. I’m a ghost, remember?”

Just like that, she walks off.

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