Page 43 of Lady Death

“You were made for me,” he rasped.

He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, gently biting down on the pink flesh. She needed him. Wanted him. The friction making the pleasure all the sweeter. Keres rose up and took his cock into her hand, lining him up with her wet pussy, and sliding all the way down.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so fucking good.”

She arched her spine and placed her hands on his shoulders, using him to help her balance as she rose up and sank back down. The thick head of his cock hit a spot deep inside her that caused her world to spin. Ronin grabbed her ass and urged her to ride him, lifting her up and down. She started to fuck him, forward and backward, up and down, getting faster and faster as he thrust up at the same time she pushed down. Never letting him pull out as her pussy looked obscene stretched around his girth.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped.

“Do it, baby,” he said, his voice deep and guttural. “Then I’m going to spill inside your beautiful cunt. This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours.”

“And you. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Damn right.”

She moved her hips faster, the rhythm quickly falling apart as she chased her orgasm. Clench. Thrust. Grind. Clench. Thrust. Grind. He leaned over and bit her nipple, and that was all she needed to explode into a surge of pure sensation. Even before she calmed down from her high, he yanked her up and down, taking over. Fucking her harder. Faster. The pleasure from her climax, which hadn’t ceased, flared up once more and just as a mini-orgasm hit, he came with a roar.

Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, matching his. A sheen of sweat covered both their bodies, and he kissed her temple.

“Wanna shower together?” he asked.

She chuckled. “Why do I have a feeling we’ll run out of hot water?”

“I have a tankless water heater.”

“Perfect.”

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She watched him dress, having no desire to move. A pleasant ache throbbed between her thighs. Her nipples were sore from Ronin sucking on them through the night.

“You should still be resting, not hunting,” she said. She lay on her side, propping her head up with her hand.

“It’s my job,” he said as he grabbed a pair of black cargo pants.

“It’s only been a few days since you were shot,” she argued back.

He knelt on the bed and pushed some hair behind her ear.

“I’m fine,” he assured her.

“What if you pass out?”

“I’m not going to pass out.”

“What if your vision goes blurry?”

Ronin lifted his head and gave her a soft smile. “My vision is fine. Honestly, babe.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

“I wouldn’t lie.”

She frowned. “Are you lying now?”

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