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“Fuck baby, bounce harder, I’ve got you.”
“Yes Sir.” She squeals as she lifts up and slams herself back down on me.
My legs shake, my back flexes, and I engage every muscle in my core to fuck her the way I know she needs, the way I need. She needs to cum to the la petit mort, the little death, alongside actual death, just like I have always craved to do but never had the nerve to.
Here, now, though, I am going to do what I’ve never done. I’m going to cum violently while a body burns. I’m going to dump my fluids, only they’ll be going into her, still leaving no evidence behind.
“That’s it. So hard baby.”
“Oh God, Zeph. Yes!”
“Such a good fucking girl for me. I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to keep it inside of you. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, God yes.”
Every fiber of my body screams in the exertion it takes to fuck her like an animal against the cool wall. My hands support her, and my legs give me the driving force I need to thrust my hips over and over again. Even the muscles in my neck are tense with not only the work it takes to fuck her but also to hold myself back, from taking her so hard that she bleeds on my cock. That’ll have to wait until we get away from the crime scene.
The fire continues to burn behind us, warming my back as she warms my front. Sweat pours down my forehead, dripping off the end of my nose, and she licks it up for me, catching it on her tongue before it can fall between our bodies.
I can feel her getting closer to the end. Her pussy grabs me like a fist over and over again, tightening on me, then relaxing, milking me closer to my own climax. It’s hot and erotic, wet and filthy, and oh so fucking good.
“So good.” She pants, licking up my cheek, kissing my face, her hands sliding from my hand down my nape and to my back, grabbing the leather jacket, pulling on it.
“Too fucking good baby.” I concur with her, driving into her more and more, making her drip all over my pulsing cock.
“I’m close.”
“I can tell. You gonna cum for me, princess? Right here, right now?”
“Yes.”
“You’re doing such a good job for me.” I praise her, feeling her tighten around my dick more.
Her inner walls are throbbing, squeezing me, and with a final thrust up inside of her, her body tenses. Her legs grab me harder, and her insides explode around me, dousing me with her fluids.
“Oh Fuck, Zeph!”
“That’s my good fucking girl. Mine, all mine. Give it to me baby.”
The way she responds to my words is so sexy. Her entire being comes alive, her body moving again, bucking, bouncing, pushing me over the edge of my own climax.
It roars through me like a wild fire and erupts from me so hard that I can feel it splash back out of her with force. I fill her up to overflowing, using my hand to catch what comes out, and stuffing it back inside of her.
“Can’t leave any evidence baby.”
That’s right. No evidence. Stuff that shit back inside the dirty whore.
“She’s not a whore.” I grumble, burying my face in her neck to drown out the sound of my argument to him, but she hears me.
“Yes I am, but only for you.”
“Good girl.” I coo to her, nuzzling against her soft flesh, inhaling the scent that is all her, blocking out the smell of the dying fire behind us.
“You hear voices don’t you?” She whispers as I adjust her clothing back in place and button up my leathers, keeping her in my arms and on my hips.
“Just one.” I confess, allowing her to run her fingers through my hair, comforting me.
“Is it bad?”
