Blowing out a breath, I know I can’t get every answer right now, realistically. It will take time to uncover them. I just want us all to be safe, for fuck’s sake.
I'm so trapped in my thoughts I don’t hear someone come over to me.
“Purge? Are you okay? I was looking for you.” The melodic tones of Iskra’s voice makes my heart pick up its pace.
“Iskra, you’re a sight for sore eyes, beautiful. I'm okay. I am just trying to wrap my mind around everything we’ve learned already.”
“Need a distraction? I know I do,” she muses.
I look up, noticing 3’s presence is missing. “Where’s 3?”
“With Ghost. Ghost sensed I needed some time, so he offered to hang out with 3.”
“We really need to find out his name,” I say, as an afterthought.
“I agree; but right now, I want to concentrate on you.”
I go to open my mouth, but Iskra sinks down next to me on the loveseat. Leaning in, she surges forward to capture my lips with hers.
I groan into her mouth, reaching up to cup her face. “Iskra.”
“Purge. I want you. Right here, right now.” Fire dances in her green eyes.
“Baby, is that really a good—” is all I get out before she reaches behind her and pulls off her shirt. Any restraint I may have had snaps.
I mirror her move, losing my own shirt and tossing it to the ground.
I am still concerned for her wounds, so I say, “Iskra. You could easily tear your wounds back open, or really hurt yourself.”
Iskra shrugs, then shifts, crawling into my lap. She kisses me with a frantic energy. Her wicked little pussy grinds into my hard cock, and I lose all control.
With a growl, I peel her gently off my lap, pulling her pants and underwear down in one move, tossing them aside. I reach behind her back and undo her bra with one hand. Those luscious nipples are rock-hard.
I pull her back onto my lap; struggling out of my pants, kicking them who-knows-where.
I take a nipple into my mouth, suckling it gently. Iskra arches her back, begging for more. I softly roll her other nipple between my fingers, barely using any pressure, driving her into a panting frenzy.
“Purge, oh my God,” Iskra is uncontrollably pumping her hips, but I smile into her mouth, pulling back slightly.
“Now that I finally have you alone, Iskra, I’m going to take my time destroying you.”
“Don’t tease,” she pouts.
“Oh, baby—I'm not teasing. I'm a sure thing.”
I'm not used to going slow and drawing it out. I'm usually a hard and fast, out-for-my-own-pleasure kind of guy. But this girl… I need to watch her fall apart at my hands.
I knead Iskra’s breasts with one hand while moving my other hand down her succulent body slowly, settling between her wide-open thighs. I look at her, and my cock pulses seeing the lust on her face. Her lids are at half-mast, pleasure radiating from her.
“Fuck me, dammit,” Iskra demands.
“Bad girl!” I slap her breast, and she just gets wetter. I insert the head of my cock inside of her, teasing her. My restraint snaps, and I roar as I thrust back in, hard. “I can’t control myself with you, Iskra, you temptress.”
I fuck her hard and deep, rotating my hips to stimulate every inch of her walls. I hit her special spot and stroke over it repeatedly.
“Come for me, baby. Fall apart for me.”
Iskra makes unintelligible sounds, clamping down on me so hard I can’t move.
