Chapter 5 #3
Without breaking eye contact, he quickly unzipped his pants and shoved them down his lean hips. His cock sprang free, heavily weeping with clear pre-cum. It was incredibly thick, the heavily veined shaft standing rigid against his flat stomach.
Reaching down, she wrapped her hand tightly around the hot, velvet-soft skin of his cock. A sharp hiss escaped his teeth as she stroked him once, firmly dragging the slick moisture from the slit down to the heavy base.
“Don’t tease me,” he warned roughly, grabbing her hips and easily spinning her around.
He pressed her chest firmly against the solid wood of the cabin door, forcing her to brace her hands flat against the rough surface.
Spreading her legs even wider with the nudge of his knee, he aligned the blunt, heavy head of his cock perfectly with her dripping wet pussy.
“Give me every damn inch. Now,” she said, looking back over her shoulder with dark, wild eyes.
Gripping her hips, he drove inside of her in one brutal, uninterrupted thrust. The incredible stretch tore a low, hungry moan from her lips.
She felt so incredibly tight, so unbelievably hot, that for a terrifying moment, he feared he would disgrace himself and disappoint her by climaxing too quickly.
“Fuck me back,” he groaned loudly, his teeth sinking sharply into the junction of her neck and shoulder as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed his hips heavily forward again.
The wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoed off the wooden walls.
He fucked her with a desperate rhythm, establishing a brutal pace that made her burn hotter for him.
Every deep, driving thrust buried his cock so far inside her that she could physically feel the heavy impact resonating deep in her belly.
She pushed forcefully back against him, meeting his aggressive thrusts with her own fierce power.
The friction of his shaft relentlessly rubbing against her clit with every single plunge sent fresh, blinding waves of pure pleasure crashing through her veins.
He was relentless, his large hands bruising her hips as he pounded inside her.
“You’re mine,” he chanted hoarsely, his breath hot and ragged against her sweaty skin. “My beautiful, perfect killer. You belong entirely to me.”
“Yours,” she gasped wildly, totally consumed by the overwhelming friction and the agonizingly perfect pressure building inside her lower stomach. “I’m yours. Fuck! Don’t stop! Give it to me!”
The explosive tension suddenly snapped. A second, utterly violent climax crashed heavily into her, much harder than the first. Her pussy convulsed, milking his shaft with an incredible, rhythmic pressure that utterly broke his iron control.
With a deep, guttural groan, he drove his cock deep into her quivering pussy.
Then he held himself firmly against her ass, heavily shuddering as he erupted inside her.
Thick, scorching jets of his hot cum shot furiously against her inner walls, deeply flooding her with his warm seed.
The intense, overwhelming heat of his climax left her gasping for air against the solid wood of the door.
Panting heavily, he slowly rested his sweaty forehead against her neck, keeping his pulsing cock buried deeply inside of her while their racing hearts slowly began to calm.
The heavy, oppressive silence of the bayou surrounded the small cabin, totally untouched by the blazing inferno they had left behind in the civilized world.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of her, wrapping his arms around her waist to support her weight.
He turned her around, gently pulling her against his broad, sweat-slicked chest. The blood and grime of their enemies were washed away by the heavy sweat of their intense lovemaking, baptizing them in their newfound freedom.
“He’s gone,” she whispered softly, resting her cheek directly against his beating heart. The corrupt capo who had tried to kill them was dead himself. And in his wake, they would soon take control.
“Yes,” he agreed quietly, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the top of her hair. “It is only you and me now, Zara. Against the world and anything it throws at us.”
Looking up into the dark, protective eyes of the lethal hitman who had sacrificed everything just to claim her, she finally smiled.
They had walked directly through the fires of hell and forged a bond of survival, blood, and unimaginable passion.
They would show up to claim Lorenzo’s power.
None would dare stand in the way of the two who had taken him out.
Not a bad outcome for a child who’d grown up in a series of homes with no idea who she was or where she came from.
The days of feeling as if she had to take on the world alone were over.
She had Luca. A fantastic lover. A man willing to kill to protect her.
And who she would kill to protect. What more could a woman want?
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