Page 29 of Surviving the Darkness

He removes his hand, and I groan in protest at the loss, but then I feel his cock at my entrance, and he starts pushing his way inside. Fuck, he is thick! I tense up unintentionally, and he hisses above me.

“Baby, you need to relax and let me in. Take a deep breath and push back against me,” he coaxes.

I nod my head, doing what he says, and I feel him sliding in another inch. Fuck, he feels like heaven, but I’m not sure I can handle any more. Pleasure mixes with pain, and I feel so full. Knox has more girth than Aidan, but he’s still stretching my ass to its limit.

I feel Aidan add more lube to move inside me with ease. When I reach the point I think I’ll need to tap out, he tells me he’sbottomed out. Thank god, I couldn’t handle anymore. I feel like he’s inside my intestines at this point.

"You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax, you’re squeezing me so tight I think my cock may fall off in your ass if you keep it up,” he grits out.

I laugh and hear Aidan cuss above me before I feel a sharp sting on my ass, which makes me moan. Fuck me. He does it again, and I clench around him again. My ass stings a bit, but when he rubs it away, all I feel is pleasure. No wonder Meadow likes being spanked. I never knew it could feel this good. I never knew a lot of things could feel this good.

Aidan starts moving, finding a good rhythm, and I feel him press that one spot inside every time he thrusts his cock inside me. I drop my face to the blanket to muffle my screams of pleasure. Once he knows I can handle his length, he increases his speed, and I about lose my mind.

“Can I please touch myself, sir?” I ask in between breaths.

“Yes, I need you to come when I do.” He grunts as he fucks my ass at a punishing pace.

A sheen of sweat coats my body as I reach for my cock and stroke it at the same pace Aidan is thrusting above me. I won’t last long, and I don’t think Aidan will either when his pace becomes erratic. I yell that I’m going to come, and he smacks my ass one last time before he empties inside me, while I empty on the sheets below me.

Aidan slumps over me, his chest touching my back, his heart beating fast against my skin, and his breath coming in fast pants near my ear. We catch our breath before he removes his softening dick from me, and his semen leaks onto the bed, close to mine.

The feeling of emptiness without him inside me makes me want to pout and act up so he’ll fuck me again. But when he rolls me to my side, to avoid the mess on the bed, and cuddlesmy back until I drift off into a deep slumber and forget all about wanting him to fuck me again.

A little while later, someone shakes me awake, and when I open one eye to see who is disturbing me, I find Knox standing next to the bed, staring at Aidan and me.

“Looks like I missed out on some fun,” he teases with a smirk.

“Fuck off, I was sleeping, asshole,” I grunt out.

“I know you’re awake now, so get up and shower. You smell like sex, and I can't be distracted right now. Now! Move your ass before I fuck it without lube; you won’t like me then,” Knox says.

“Why do we need to get up?” Aidan asks as he moves away from me, our sweat sticking together from exertion making it painful.

“We’ve got a shipment coming in tonight that Grisha, apparently, can’t handle, so our asses have to get down to the fucking docks and deal with it. Stupid fucking Russian,” Knox spits out.

“Seriously. You woke us up for that?” I moan and grumble.

“Yes. Now, get your ass moving,” he orders before walking out of the room, turning the light on and blinding my irises as he goes. Now I can’t fucking see, thanks asshole.

Aidan stands and stretches, and I follow him to the shower. May as well save time and water. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky while we’re in there. One could hope. Since we are both naked, it doesn’t take long to get in the shower, and to my displeasure, all we do is shower. No funny business, but Aidan promises that if I behave, he’ll reward me later, and now that’s all I can think about.

Fifteen minutes later, we are all dressed and on the road. We haven’t dealt with shipments ourselves lately because of everything going on, so something must be up if they need us to be there. I hope it's not like a year ago when I got shot becausethat sucked balls. I’m just getting back on my surfboard without discomfort, and I don't need any more setbacks.

I mindlessly hum along to the radio as we pull into the port, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The port is completely deserted. There are no lights, not even in the parking lot. I grab the pistol tucked in the waistband of my black jeans and ready it for a fight.

As I scan the area, I get a bad feeling that something is about to go down, and I’m pissed we didn’t call for backup. This is what we get for just rolling out of bed and leaving without a plan. Tonight is going to go to shit; I can feel it in my bones.

“Umm, guys, is it me or does anyone else feel like we are driving to our death?” I asked the guys.

They both say ‘yes’ which doesn’t make me feel any better. I look at Aidan, who has his automatic out—and know shit is about to hit the fan. He never pulls that out unless we’re going into battle. Knox parks, sends an SOS in the group chat, and pings our location for our guys to come ASAP. They better fucking check their phones because something tells me that when we leave the comfort of our car, we are fucked, and not in a good way.

My phone vibrates with a thumbs up from Jace, Hunter, and Declan. They are headed our way but still probably fifteen minutes out.

“Lock and load, guys. I don’t know what’s up, but it can’t be good. Stick together at all costs, do you hear me?” Knox orders.

“Yes sir,” we both reply.

I grab the duffel from the third row and toss the vests at Knox and Aidan, then strap one to my body for good measure. Everyone gets two extra clips of ammo and a grenade, just in case.

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