A man with tattoos and scars

Jack strode into the bar, the heavy metal door creaking behind him. His gaze swept over the crowd, settling on Mia as she leaned against the bar, her red lips curved in a sly smile. He licked his lips in response, feeling a familiar surge of hunger and desire.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Rough Edge himself," Mia purred, sliding off the stool and sauntering over to him. "What brings you here tonight?"

Jack grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close enough to feel the heat radiating from their bodies. "I've been thinking about that sweet little pussy of yours all day," he growled in her ear. "And I'm ready to make you scream."

Mia's breath hitched as she felt his hard length pressing against her. "Then let's go someplace more private," she murmured, her voice low and husky.

They exited the bar and made their way down a dark alley, their footsteps echoing in the still night air. Jack pressed Mia up against the rough brick wall, his hands roaming over her curves as they kissed passionately. Their tongues dueled, tasting each other's desperation and need.

"Fuck me, Jack," Mia whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I want you to claim me."

Jack's grip on her tightened as he slid a finger between her wet folds. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and gravelly. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He lifted Mia up, pressing her back against the cold concrete of the alley wall. With one swift movement, he unzipped his pants and pushed inside her, filling her up with every inch of his length. Mia gasped as he began to move, their bodies slamming together in a rhythmic dance.

"Harder," she panted, her voice strained with desire. "Fuck me harder."

Jack oblige, pounding into her with all the force he could muster. Their moans echoed off the walls of the alley as they lost themselves in their primal need.

Jack stood back, his chest heaving with exertion. "You like it rough, don't you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Mia's breath hitched as she felt the sting of the first stroke of the crop against her skin. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold back her screams as Jack continued to lay into her, each blow more brutal than the last. Her body writhed in pleasure and pain, her pussy slick with desire.

"You're mine," Jack growled again, his voice filled with possession. "And you'll take every inch of me, no matter how rough or cruel I get."

Mia's body arched as she came, her orgasm rippling through her like an electric current. Jack followed suit, grunting as he spilled deep inside her, his seed mixing with her own. They collapsed in a heap on the ground, their bodies spent and sated.

They walked out of the alley, their arms slung around each other's waists as they made their way back to the bar. As they entered, the patrons turned to watch them, their eyes filled with envy and longing. And Jack and Mia knew that they had something special, a connection forged in the rough edges of desire.