"Like this?" she asked.
"Just like that," I agreed.
I took a couple of deep breaths to keep from coming in my pants. If I was going to die today, it wouldn't be with a wet patch of embarrassment for everyone to see.
My hand around the handle of the paddle. I brought it down on her ass cheek, not too hard at first. I didn't want to hurt her unless she wanted me to.
She groaned. "Harder," she insisted.
"Good girl," I said softly.
I smacked her harder with the ping-pong paddle, hard enough to leave a red mark on her round cheek.
She moaned. "More."
I gave her more, two more smacks on that cheek and a few on the other, until her ass was glistening red.
Hard to the point of unbearable, I tossed the paddle aside and pushed my pants down my thighs, letting my cock feel the rush of cool air. I pulled her upright before turning her around and picking her up to sit on the edge of the table.
A smile on her lips, she wrapped her legs around my waist, positioning her entrance right in front of the tip of my cock.
I didn't want to rush, but I couldn't stop myself from sliding into her. She was hot and wet, tight around my cock, gripping me so hard I almost came immediately.
"You feel so fucking good," I whispered.
"So do you," she whispered back.
She hooked her ankles behind my back, pressing into me as she pushed me deeper into her. So deep I may never come back out again.
I was here for it.
Starting with small rolls of my hips, I thrust into her, sliding out a fraction before pushing back in. I kneaded her breasts with my hands, making her nipples hard under my touch. Even after fucking two other guys, she was still responsive, still eager.
Still mine.
While we were both alive, that was.
I lowered one hand to her pussy, stroking her clit. Watching her eyes roll back in her head as I drove her toward coming. Closer and closer. I saw it in her eyes. Heard it in every pant of her breath.
As long as I lived, the sound would echo in my ears, the sound of this beautiful woman coming apart around me. Her ass sliding back and forth across the ping pong table. The place that would decide which of us lived and which of us died.
If I only had hours left on this earth, I'd have no regrets. Not now. I'd been to heaven. What more was there?
She dropped her head back and came against my thumb. Her pussy tightening, clenching around me, squeezing me so hard I had no choice but to give in and come, my release blasting out of me. Filling her. Making her wetter and hotter.
I lied.
I had one regret.
Why did I have to meet this woman when one of us was about to die?
EIGHT
TASH
"You didn't tell us how you ended up here," I pointed out, looking over at Sanun.
He tore off a chunk of muffin and popped it into his mouth.
