Part One
1.
My cock slides in and out of her ass as I pound into her from behind. Tightening my grip on her raven-black hair, I press the side of her face further against the filthy cobble wall and continue to fuck her.
That’s how she wanted it – from the back, rough and hard. And so, that’s exactly what I’m giving her.
She rubs her clit with one hand, while the other is braced on the dumpster next to her. She tries to push against my grip on her hair so that she can move her face, but I apply more pressure on it, making her cry out. She’s saying something, but the words fizzle out as she goes from moaning, to trying to be coherent. Either way, I couldn’t give a shit.
My balls slap against her cunt as I quicken my pace. I feel myself draw up, so I close my eyes and tip my head back, relishing the rush of my orgasm. My shoulders stiffen, and with a jerk, I come inside her tight little ass, groaning as I do.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Dorran?”
I open my eyes and look to my right. “What?” I grit out.
Jayce purses his lips as he assesses me for a brief moment – cock still buried inside the chick whose name I didn’t care to ask – then lets go of a soft exhale. His towering presence conceals the streetlights behind him, making him appear muted against the night.
“We’ve got him,” he tells me.
I pull out of the girl’s ass, and watch as my cum starts dripping down her hole, then lift my boxers and jeans up before buttoning and zipping the latter.
She turns around and fixes her skirt, followed by the rest of herself. “My name’s Sylvia,” she says to me.
I give her a quick head-to-toe scan as I click my belt back on, then walk away from her, leaving her dumbfounded.
I don’t care who she is, as long as she gives me what I want. Which shedid, of course.
Quick fucks in darkened alleys don’t require association or one-on-one conversations, so when chicks try doing just that, it confuses and irks me.
“You justhadto get your dick wet, didn’t you?” Jayce comments the second I’ve reached him.
“Had to get the edge off,” I snark with a grin. “Besides, she readily offered herself to me. I couldn’t have said no even if I wanted to.”
He scoffs. “Let’s just fucking go; we’ve got a job to do,” he says, then turns around and starts heading towards the main street.
I stretch my neck side-to-side and follow after him, itching to get my hands dirty.
The real fun is about to begin, and I’ll be in the front-fucking-seat, making it all happen.
2.
Blood – thick and warm – gushes out of his freshly punctured skin. It deftly flows down to my white-knuckled fingers that are wrapped around my switchblade’s black handle, then slithers onto the porcelain floor beneath us like a living art waking itself from a slumber.
Upbeat music, muted by the closed bathroom door, flits in, and the ground vibrates faintly against its impact.
The man jerks under me – a vain, pathetic effort, really – and tries to scream around the wad of cash I’d shoved in his mouth after having successfully thrown his scrawny ass off his feet with a single punch in the face a couple minutes ago.
I lean in, bringing my face close to his, and am immediately hit with a smell that’s a blend of sweat, luxe cologne, and my absolute favorite:blood.
The man – Devon Summers – pants unsteadily, so I push my blade a bit further into the side of his open neck.
He gasps; his eyes bulge out – sockets marred with red veins – and then, after a few painstaking seconds, he stills.Completely.
Mission accomplished.
I pull my switchblade out and get to my feet, just as Jayce stops the recording on his phone. I sidestep the now dead Devon, walk past Alex and Varsha, and make my way over to one of the sinks in the men’s bathroom.
