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smoking, laughing. Music blared from open doors of dance bars. Jack took her hand and led her through the people; they walked quickly, and she wondered if he was feeling as frantic as she was, like each second was an eternity, like her pussy was empty and begging for him more with each step. Her pussy —she could scarcely believe she’d thought of it that way; it was so unlike her. But the wild events of the night had loosed something new and brazen inside her soul.
    She glanced up, drawing his gaze down, and thought she saw the same sense of urgency in his dark, piercing eyes. “ Merde ,” she heard him bite off with clenched teeth, and then he was drawing her into an alley, deep, deeper, between timeworn, windowless brick walls, past empty wooden crates, until he finally stopped and put his arms around her, pulling her close against his warm body. “I need to kiss you,” he breathed.
    That’s when it hit her, hard—they hadn’t even kissed yet. “Please,” she said in response and his mouth sank onto hers, molding as perfectly as if they’d been lovers for years. His tongue slipped between her lips and she met it with her own. The kiss was fierce and long, brimming with need, but soon softening into something deep and sensual and swallowing. His body pressed hard against hers—one particular part harder than the rest.
    It made her want to touch and explore him and she let her hands roam across his broad back, his chest, his sexy butt. His hands traveled her body, too, caressing her bottom, her back, sliding from her waist up to the sides of her breasts. Ribbons of electricity snaked through her as he caressed them, kneading them just as Felicia had done, but his hands were bigger, stronger, more possessive, and she wanted to be possessed by him. His rough massage of her breasts made her unable to hold in her moans, made her yearn to somehow thrust the mounds deeper, harder into his touch.
    “I can’t wait, baby,” he murmured against her ear, dragging kisses down her neck. “Office is too far away.”
    He pushed one strap of her dress off her shoulder, and she leaned her head back, wanting to make her sensitive skin totally accessible to him. His kisses sprinkled across her shoulder and down onto her chest until he freed her breast from the fabric concealing it. He licked at her beaded nipple, then suckled it, making her moan. Was anyone else around, anyone watching this? She didn’t know and hardly cared. All that existed were her and Jack. All that mattered was that she wanted him inside her, deep and long. All that mattered was relieving the needy ache between her thighs. All that mattered was fucking him.

Chapter 3
     
    Still kissing her breast, Jack’s hands dropped to her hips, lower, inching her dress up. He had to get to her, had to have her, had to thrust his hungry cock deep inside her before he died of frustration. He leaned her back against the brick wall, found her round ass with his hands, all while he nibbled on her beautiful breast. She was wearing a thong and while he squeezed her ass in one hand, he used the other to pull the elastic from the center. He dug into the panties from behind to find her deliciously wet pussy, and then pushed two fingers up inside her. God, he loved the way her warm passage took his fingers.
    She cried out and he moaned. She moved on his fingers, so warm and slick he could barely stand it. From the front, he ground the hard column of his lust against her soft, hungry cunt, his body working from need rather than decision. She rubbed herself against him just as urgently, thrilling him with her aggression. She got wetter and wetter, fucking his fingers, filling him with a gratification that came with getting her hot, keeping her hot.
    He shifted the hand on her ass upward, all the way up into her hair, pushing it back, so he could see her face. “You drive me fuckin’ wild,” he said through clenched teeth.
    “Unh!” she cried suddenly, pumping harder against