Page 80 of Walking Red Flag

My hands went to his hair—his glorious, utterly soft and thick hair—and yanked.

I tried to stop myself, but my body just didn’t know how to play nice in that moment.

Because I was coming.

I was coming and coming and coming, and my god, I’d never been so wet in my life.

He growled something against my pussy, and just when I thought it might be over, he was up and shoving his fat cock deep into my pussy.

I cried out, the invasion of his cock something that should’ve been shocking and surprising, but again, things with Cutter weren’t as they should be.

They were better.

More.

And good, goddamn, was it something that I’d fight and kill to keep for the rest of my life.

My arms went around his shoulders, and he yanked me closer to him, practically holding my body off the counter as he fucked me so hard and fast that I might explode from his ferocity.

But it was everything that I ever wanted, and something I never knew I needed.

His cock was so thick, and he reached so deep, that my mind was reeling.

He was hitting spots inside of me that not even my vibrators had reached.

His growl, one of possession and need, filled me up and yanked me under.

It was all that I needed—knowing that he was in this as deep as I was—to take me over once again.

My pussy clenched, and the wetness from earlier returned.

I cried out, my arm curving around his neck to hold on, grabbing on to his opposite ear, as I screamed out in pleasure.

If I had neighbors, they’d definitely have heard.

Thankfully, the guards weren’t there—that, at least, was a godsend.

Then again, maybe God had taken pity on my suffering and had seen fit to send me a man that could be my peace.

Because he literally felt like a man that was sent to be my perfect fit.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, fuck. You’re so wet. You feel so tight and slick. Gonna make me come…” he panted into my ear. “Do you feel my dick twitching inside of you? Do you feel me swelling? I’m about to fill you up so full. Plant a baby inside of you so that you’ll never leave.”

I swear to God, I’d finished coming, only to turn right back around and come some more.

It was a shock as he took me under once again.

His strangled cry of, “Oh, holy fuck,” followed me under.

I felt his cock swell.

Felt it start to twitch deep inside of me.

Then he was coming.

I felt the hot splashes of his come bathe my insides, and soon my wetness joined his, and we turned into a messy mixture of fluids as we both came down from our highs.

“I don’t know what got into me,” he said as he pressed me against the cold wall.

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