Page 88 of The Soldier

Fuck my wound, even as the pain burns. I scoop her up and place her on the bathroom sink and rip down her panties in one swell move. Then reach over and lock the door.

When I glance back and find her pussy bare and glistening wet, waiting for me, I almost come in my goddamn jeans.

Zipper down, I yank open my top button and my cock springs free.

“I do love winning a bet.” I grip her chin as I guide my fat swollen head to her entrance. “Hold on tight because I’m taking every fucking inch of you. And when I’m come inside you, you’regoing to put those panties back on and let my seed percolate in this hot cunt of yours.”

I want her chock-full of me.

Trina is unable to talk and I’m not sad about that.

The tip presses inside.

“Then you are sending your little friend home.”

What am I saying? Roger isn’t little but it makes me feel better calling him that.

“No.”

I thrust inside and let out a growl.

“You”—I pull back and thrust again—“will do”—she moans—“As. I. Fuck,” I curse as she tightens her walls around me. “Tell you.”

Goddamn, she feels like heaven.

Trina tucks her legs around my back as I slam into her. Things are falling and smashing on the ground but hopefully the music will buy us some time.

And privacy.

“Oh god. More. Harder.” She moans, one hand around the back of my neck.

“God I’ve missed this.” I claim her mouth, the familiar hints of raspberry hit my taste buds as she opens to me. We suck and lick as we devour one another.

“Feels so good. Fuck. Oh, oh, oh, yes, there. How do you do...oh.” I force her eyes to lock onto mine as she comes.

She closes her eyes, but I shake her face. They fling open.

“Stop hiding from me.” I growl, slowing my movement. “Trina.” She blinks, and her fear is as visible as it’s ever been. “I’m not letting you go. This is real. Stop running.”

Her lips wobble but she doesn’t budge.

“Move damn you,” she says instead.

My hips speed up as this silent argument goes on between us, fought only by our gazes.

“Come, baby,” I tell her. “Come on my cock. Paint it with your succulent juices.”

“Fuck,” she cries.

This time I let go and follow her. My orgasm rips painfully through me as hot threads of fire from my swollen dick, claiming this woman with every thrust.

Her fingers dig into my skin, and I feel a couple pierce my flesh, but it’s nothing compared to the pain of watching her with another man.

Panting, I slow and move in and out of her as our bodies adjust to the sudden and quick invasion.

My forehead drops to Trina’s, both of them sticky with sweat.

I smile. She came to me. Triggered by Sacha, sure, but she still followed me in here and showed me that she has feelings.

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