Page 67 of Black Sheep

As much as I relish the temptation to take her from behind, the memory of how she felt on top of my car, her legs tight around my waist, wins the position stakes. I catch her around the waist, and carry her to the bench inside the cubicle. Propping her up, I move between her legs, my supereager cock already poised at her opening.

The promise of bliss already clawing through me, I open her wider.

One small hand lands on my stomach. “Axel, wait.”

My insides clench. “Hell no.”

Her face scrunches, and she takes a breath. “Please.”

The phenomenon of Cleo begging is a new but hellaciously delicious concept. Images of her doing it while on her knees rush through my mind. Pound through my cock. A bead of pre-cum leaks from me, insolently tastes her pussy. Connects us on a chemical level. The sight of it nearly knocks me off my feet.

“Please, Axel.” She repeats. The curious note in her voice stops me.

I drag my attention from between her legs. “What?”

“I…you’re not wearing a…condom.”

I possess a million flaws, but I’m not sexually irresponsible. I’ve never taken a woman before without protection, not even Cleo when we were horny teenage idiots. I have monthly checks like clockwork. And I had protection in my wallet when we fucked in the woods today. Protection I didn’t not use because I forgot.

I haven’t fully grasped this zealous need to fuck her raw. A part of me doesn’t want to analyze it for fear another layer of mania will present itself with malicious glee.

Whatever it is, I’ve crossed the line. I’ve tasted the ultimate high that lies between her legs. There is no going back.

“I’m clean. I can prove it to you if you need. And you’re on the pill.”

Blue eyes widen. “How…how do you know?”

“I had a little time on my hands in your bedroom while you took your shower.”

Her breath catches. “You went through my things?”

My gaze drops to her pink pussy, her delectable opening flowering around my impatient cock head. Unable to resist, I drag my thumb over her aroused clit. Her hot shudder cements my decision.

“Yes.” I feel no remorse, and my voice holds no apology.

She looks puzzled for a moment as she struggles to speak through my continued caress, even as her nipples jut out harder, scream for my mouth. “But, aren’t you worried that you’ll… Aren’t you worried about me?”

“On a grand scale of things, no. I lived in the roughest part of Manila for nine months and trained with assholes who delight in ripping limbs off just for sport. I served in every hell hole imaginable in Afghanistan. I’m still alive. If the way I’m destined to leave this world is courtesy of this exquisite piece of heaven in hell between your legs, I’m all for it.”

“You won’t…I haven’t…” She stops and bites her lip.

I take satisfaction in the fact that she’s reluctant to bring him here. She’s beginning to understand that I won’t abide it. That’ll make her transition so much easier.

It pleases me enough to bend and taste her lips. “Tell me you’re clean and I’ll believe you.”

The look that rushes over her face is unexpected. A touch of relief. “I’m clean.”

“Glad to hear it. But even if you weren’t, we all have to die of something, baby,” I lean in and mutter in her ear, unable to help the darkness that drips from my soul. She exhales sharply, and her face pales. Her eyes grow haunted, wary as they rest on me. It’s unfortunate timing perhaps, but she needs to know. It’s inevitable that she will be touched by some of it. “Some of us have surrendered to that end being less than the peaceful one innocents deserve. So, rest assured that this…” I probe her with a shallow push, “will be a fucking deliverance.”

I grab her hips and plunge into her, unwilling to wait, unable to resist.

Her scream echoes in the rising steam and her small hands grip my biceps. I withdraw, slick and wet with her essence, wrap her legs tighter around my waist, and fight my way back inside her.

I fuck her with long, sublime strokes. Her cries fill my ears and attempt to probe the darkest corners of my existence. She’s the purest drug, the highest high. Nothing I’ve had in my doomed life comes close to what I’m experiencing with her.

Her face is no longer pale, but her eyes are squeezed tight. I open my mouth to command her to show herself, but I’m rewarded in a different way.

“Axel, oh God…”

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