“Oh God,” she moans, wiggling her hips and pushing back against me as I slam into her again and again. Ash puffs into the air from the counter, blown by the motion of our bodies. The house creaks around us, unstable, on the verge of collapse, and I don’t care.
I take her, my fucking wife, over and over, fucking her in the burned-out husk of my enemy’s safehouse. I pull her hair and greedily suck her puffy, pretty lips, cock bottoming out as I fuck her roughly. She moans, animal, losing herself, bucking against me, wanting more.
I spank her bare ass pink. “Look at you, dirty fucking girl. You keep moaning like that and the walls are going to fall on us.”
“Like you care? All you want is to come inside me.”
I moan, unable to help myself. “You’re god damn right I do.”
“You want to fill me… fuck me… use me up… you’re going to make me a dirty girl, aren’t you? I was so good before you…”
Oh god damn it.
Where did she learn to talk like that?
I growl, losing myself as I fuck her harder, squeezing her tits, shoving my fingers into her mouth, gripping her hair.
“Nika, fuck baby, I can’t hold on…”
“You want to fill my pussy up?”
“God damn it…”
“I’m so close too. Keep going. Don’t fucking stop.”
“You dirty fucking girl… god you kill me… fuck, Nika…”
“Gabe!” She stiffens in my arms, moans going low, and that kills me. I can’t control myself anymore. I finish, exploding between her legs, coming hard and deep inside her pussy. She gasps for breath, her skin flushed from her own orgasm, her eyes rolled back until she collapses down against the counter, breathing hard. Sweat rolls down my back as I pull her into my arms and hold her tight.
Ash gets everywhere. Soot stains our clothes. I don’t care. I kiss her, the taste of burned wood mingling with her tongue. I press my forehead to hers.
“Your faith in me… is invigorating.”
“Glad I can help.” Her mouth curves, heady and happy. “We should probably get out of here. I bet neighbors heard.”
“Probably.” I don’t move though. I hold her in the blackened, hellish pit, until I move to help her get her pants back on?—
When the counter gives out with a crack.
We stumble and nearly go down. I grab her, steadying myself on the refrigerator. My pants are a tangle around my ankles, and she’s just as naked. Fortunately, I keep her from getting shards of wood shoved up her ass, and we stand there breathing hard for a beat before she starts laughing.
Fuck, her laughter’s infectious. I smile back and help her get dressed before pulling my own clothes back on. When I’m decent, I’m about to drag her out, when I notice something black and bright in the wreck of the collapsed counter.
I kneel down and pluck a simple phone wrapped in duct-tape off a piece of wood. I hold it up, eyebrows raised, while her eyes go wide.
“They must’ve hidden it under the counter.” I look from the phone back to her. “If we hadn’t just had sex right there?—“
“Jesus…” She lets out a breath. “We should get out of here before our luck really runs out.”
I shove the phone into my pocket. “Good idea. But you know what this means, right?”
“Uh, not really.”
I take her by the hand and lead her toward the front door. “I’m going to fuck you whenever I need to find something.”
“Pretty sure that’ll be very inefficient…”
CHAPTER 25
