Chapter 1 #3
He smiled as her eyes widened slightly at the sheer size of him, but the fierce hunger in her gaze only intensified. She reached out, wrapping her warm, soft fingers around his rigid shaft, giving him a tight squeeze that made his vision blur.
“We may or may not get out of this alive. That’s the only reason we’re fucking, assassin,” she commanded, pushing her legs wider apart and pulling him down between them.
Settling his weight over her lush body, he positioned the blunt head of his cock directly against her soaking wet opening.
He looked deep into her dark eyes, locking his gaze with hers as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside her tight pussy with one smooth, brutal stroke. And oh, fuck! She felt so damn good.
She moaned, her back arching off the cot as she took him deep.
The sheer tightness of her velvet walls gripping his cock sent a shockwave of intense pleasure straight up his spine.
For a moment, he stopped moving, grinding his teeth together as he fought the overwhelming urge to just let go and dump his cum deep inside her right then and there.
“You feel incredibly good,” he rasped, his voice rough as gravel as he slowly pulled back, almost sliding out before burying his cock deep inside her again. Oh. Fuck. She was beyond sweet.
Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she pulled him against her heavy breasts. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel every damn inch of your cock pounding deep inside my pussy. Fuck me. Take my pussy and make it yours.”
Bracing his hands on either side of her body, he began to fuck her with a frantic, punishing rhythm.
And damn if she didn’t fuck him right back.
The metal cot banged violently against the concrete wall with every powerful thrust of his hips.
The loud, slapping sound of their sweaty bodies colliding echoed sharply in the tiny panic room, drowning out the distant, muffled explosions from the hit squad still in the mansion.
He pulled her thick thighs up higher, resting her calves over his shoulders to open her pussy even wider.
The new angle allowed his cock to strike incredibly deep, repeatedly battering her cervix.
She shuddered and moaned softly, her head tossing from side to side as a fresh wave of blinding pleasure swept through her.
The friction was maddening, the intense heat of the small bunker amplifying every visceral sensation until they were both drenched in sweat.
“That’s it,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward, driving his rigid cock as deep as it could possibly go. “Take all of it.”
She matched his ferocious pace, bucking her round ass off the mattress to meet his violent thrusts.
The raw, primal energy of the Louisiana swamp seemed to possess them, turning their coupling into a frantic battle for dominance and release.
She reached down, slipping her thumb between their heavily sweating bodies to aggressively stroke his balls while he ruthlessly pounded her pussy.
“Come for me,” he urged, grinding his hips against hers. “Come all over my cock.”
In response, her interior walls clamped down on his cock like a vice, fluttering wildly as the first intense contractions of her orgasm hit her.
“Fuck!” she shrieked, her voice echoing off the titanium walls, and he felt the effect of her climax ripping through her body as her pussy pulsed and squeezed him.
Feeling her tight pussy milking his shaft ruthlessly pushed him over the edge.
Groaning, he gripped her wide hips, driving his cock to the hilt one final, brutal time.
He held himself still as his climax hit.
Gripping her close, he pumped his hips, blasting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her incredibly moist, tight pussy.
He trembled violently as he pumped his cum inside the beautiful woman, shuddering under him. For several long minutes, the only sound in the suffocating panic room was their harsh, synchronized panting and the faint hum of the damaged filtration system.
Slowly, his muscles exhausted from the explosive release and the lingering adrenaline crash, he collapsed heavily onto her soft, lush body. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her sweat-drenched skin.
Her arms naturally wrapped around his back, her hands gently stroking the dark ink of his tattoos.
They were still trapped in a twelve-by-twelve titanium box. Rossi was dead. The original contract was utterly void. Close around them, a rival cartel or ruthless mercenary faction was probably trying to burn the bayou estate straight to the ground.
But lying with his cock still buried deep inside her, he felt as if he were in heaven. Damn. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a fuck more.
Pressing a soft kiss to the pulse point on her dark, beautiful throat, he realized something profoundly terrifying.
He no longer cared about the mission, the money, or the wrath of his Italian syndicate employers.
The only thing that mattered now was making sure he and the fierce, curvy Black woman lying naked beneath him survived to see tomorrow.
Because she was his now, and he would kill anyone who tried to harm her.