Page 129 of The Darkest Hour

She screamed into the roar of the rain. “Ahhh!!!”

Dark and twisted pleasure collided within every cell in my body. “Are you going to cum for me, wildcat?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me when that pussy explodes.” I fucked her harder into the mud.

It began to rise up over us, painting our bodies in this thick brown sludge.

And then, she was coming underneath me. It was a volcanic eruption of a release shaking her body. Her pussy muscles around my cock tightened into an iron vice grip, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations to my cock.

A guttural groan tore from my throat.

She arched against me, clawing at my back as she rode the wave of her orgasm. “Ohhh!”

Her heated climax pulled mine from me in a rush of hot and wild explosive throbbing sensations. “Oh, Onyx!”

With a final thrust that sent us both sinking deeper into the mud, I roared as my sperm spilled out in hot spurts inside of her pussy.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She cried out again, and the earth-shaking spasms of her orgasm echoed through the pouring rain.

“Fffucckkk.” My cock jerked inside her, spilling more sperm into her pussy.

The thunder roared above us.

“Goddamn it.” I pulled out, rolled away, and collapsed right next to her. “Fuck. . .”

Mud squished along my body.

Rain continued to pelt our skin with a relentless fury.

Soon she was on me, lying her head on my chest as it rose up and down.

I still hadn’t steadied my breath.

She moved her hands down the layer of muscles on my stomach. “Should we try to find some shelter?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

She rested against me. “It doesn’t matter.”

I grinned. “All that matters is that we are safe and right next to each other.”

With a sigh, I pulled her closer to me, and she curled along my side and let out a soft sigh.

I could feel her heart pounding with the beating of mine.

The rain became lighter yet continued to fall on us, washing away the muddy evidence of our carnal feast.

And just like that, Onyx’s orange spice scent rose higher around me, drowning out the fragrances of nature and rain.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the rain, the feel of her body against mine, the taste of her on my lips, and the perfect scent of her saturating my nose.

I pulled back slightly, looking down at her, at the way her dreadlocks were now muddied and plastered to her face, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes half-closed and dazed with pleasure.

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