Page 42 of Twin Deception

“I’ve got you now,” I growled, picking up the pace as I fucked out all the frustration she’d made me feel. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

And there was no way I could kill her.

No chance I’d ever see her to harm.

Only the good kind, like pounding into her pussy until the first waves of an orgasm approached.

This was fast. This was gritty. It was a raw and carnal fuck on a midnight beach with a rainstorm crashing over us.

She tensed, tightening around me. Lifting one leg, she secured me closer to her, clearly not wanting any kind of a gap between us.

“Oh… I—Oh, my G—” She winced, furrowing her brow and straining to push up and meet me in the middle.

She was close. So fucking close. I gritted my teeth, warring between making this last or diving headfirst into the bliss and relief of coming.

It wasn’t long enough. It was way too soon for this to be over. Just like I’d delayed in killing her, how I’d needed more and more time to sate my curiosity and intrigue about her, I wanted the perfection of stuffing my dick into her pussy to last longer.

With another loud cry, she came. Trembling from the force of it, quivering and gasping, she came apart beneath me.

She squeezed me, sucking me in deep, and I couldn’t hold off any longer.

“Fuck, sweetheart.Fuck.” I dipped my face to hers, kissing her hard and growling through the force of my orgasm.

I couldn’t put it off. Between the rush of chasing after her, the glory of fulfilling my fantasy to trap her in place for me to rut into her hard, I couldn’t hold out any longer.

Flooding her womb with my hot cum, I jerked and twitched, nestled so deep inside.

It was… over. For now. The chase was done. I hunted her down, and now that I’d had her…

I exhaled a long, deep breath.

Now that I’d had her…

I leaned up to gaze at her dreamy, sleepy expression. She was sated and peaceful. Happily fucked and calmer.

Now that I’d had her once, I wanted her again.

She hugged me, encouraging me to lie over her, but I didn’t want to crush her. Snagging her in my arms, I embraced her as we both tried to catch our breath. I rolled, pulling her on top. The rain sheeted down faster, though, so as she winced at the drip of water streaming over her head and making her long locks hang like a sopping wet curtain around her face, I rolled us back again so I could brace myself over her.

No words were needed. An awkward silence didn’t stretch between us. As I slipped out of her from that second roll, I reached down to pull my shorts back on. All the while, staying close together and basking in the euphoria of coming together,I kissed her hard. She replied just as hungrily, threading her hands through my hair and holding my head close.

Kissing and cuddling on the sand in the lessening rain, we proved that it wasn’t over yet. Whatever the fuck we were doing, whatever I was doing with her besides my job, it wasn’t over yet.

Shifting to pull my shorts all the way back on, she eased toward the side to help me. It rolled us again, pushing me down as she sat up to straddle me.

As I tugged my clothes back in place, I looked up.

And the sight of her face sent me into instant alarm.

“Get down!”

A red dot shone in the center of her forehead.

Behind us, a sniper had lined up his sights on her.

I shoved her to the side, hard, forcing her down to the sand. Scrambling with her, I covered her with my body as a shot whistled down, too close for comfort.

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