Page 114 of Double Shot

Underneath she was sweaty, bruised, and there was a bit of blood, but I didn’t know if it was hers or not. The back piece was in worse shape, and as I dropped it on the ground, I saw the purple chrysanthemums.

She had taken two hits in the back, fairly close together. The armor stopped the rounds from going through her, but left flowers for her to remember them. Those would fade, but they would hurt like hell.

There were a few other injuries, but none as severe.

“Any surprises?” she asked.

“Two in the back, just some flowers,” I said.

“I know,” she said softly. “She didn’t miss with all of her shots.”

“She won’t be fucking with anyone ever again,” I said, a whisper against her hair.

“Let’s see how you did.” She smiled, and there was some strain in it. I let her help me out of my armor, which in its own way was in worse shape. The chest piece was rough, having stopped at least three rounds. She let the entire chest piece, front and back, fall at the same time. Her touch was delicate, as she probed where it looked like I was considering opening up a florist shop.

She pressed her lips against the bruises, kissing them.

“Shady?” I asked.

“Hmm?” she half replied, kissing more of my chest. Was this the time? It had certainly been quietly circling in the back of my mind, all the endorphins and the amped up feeling from the adrenalin. She undid the buckle of my belt and let it fall, then undid the front of my pants.

“Kiss me first,” I said softly. She paused, and then did. Her kiss was hot, and I could smell the ash and blood from everything lingering between us. I didn’t care, I’d never felt so alive. The bruises, the ache in my face, even seeing her as rough as the night had been on her, seemed to make the sensation higher. Her hands hadn’t left my pants, and she had me out of them before we were done kissing.

She slipped to her knees and took me into her mouth.

I groaned softly, and she moaned her own approval in counterpoint.

There was no need for speaking, we needed no words. We just needed each other.

She did struggle for a moment, getting her own belt loose, and tried to get her pants pulled down, but started getting tangled up. I stepped back, and she leaned forward, and only stopped sucking me off when she couldn’t reach, and almost tipped over. I helped her strip, throwing the sports bra in the corner. She managed to get out of the pants, and I pulled her into another kiss.

“Lie down,” I said. She looked at me, curious for a second, but I saw her realize what I wanted to do. The floor wasn’t the most comfortable place, a bed would have been better, but that was a luxury we didn’t have at the moment. Fucking unfurnished house, or cots in the back of a truck…

It didn’t matter, this did.

She looked up at me, waiting. Her knees parted, and she reached out and started stroking me with her hand. I kneeled next to her, letting her squeeze and tug me, and then she pulled me toward her mouth. I lifted my knee and straddled her head. The end of my cock met her lips, and I felt her tongue dancing against it. I groaned, absorbing the pleasure of the moment. She I leaned forward, braced myself on my elbows and buried my face between her thighs.

She was sweaty, and her smell filled my nose. It was irresistible. I tasted her and kissed her. Her pussy was almost dripping wet before I even touched it, and she would have quickly been crying out and howling in minutes. Instead, as I teased her clit, and sucked on her pink lips, she could only groan around my cock.

I started rolling my hips, slowly at first. She groaned, and I felt her clench with pleasure. I went a little quicker, going a little deeper. The more dominant I was, the more she responded. Faster, deeper, she dug her fingernails into the backs of my thighs. I thrust, and she groaned. She clenched and raked her fingernails, and I moaned.

She squeezed my balls, and I went lower, moving away from her clit and down toward her ass. I felt her thumb massage the base of my balls, then start slipping lower. She touched my ass, and then I came.

Everything went tight, and my balls drained themselves like it was a fire drill.

I pulled myself up, freeing my cock from her mouth, and she gave it another good squeeze. I had a bit of shudder as I changed my position. She looked at me and wiped at her mouth. “You have a double shot in you?” she asked, and goddamn it, she was my succubus.

“You’ll have a double shot inyou, when I’m done.” I returned her grin with my own devil’s smirk. I mounted her, driving into her with no hesitation, no gentleness. It was hard, and my pace was fast.

She clawed my back and howled.

When my arms were shaking, we changed position, and she turned to get on her knees. She arched her back and presented her dripping wet slit to me. I took her again, with the same intensity as before. The angle was different, and she seemed to enjoy it more. She clenched more, and the wet noises were louder.

“Everything okay?” Roan asked, from the doorway.

“Oh God, yes!” Sadie shouted, and I gave him a distracted thumbs up.

“You feeling tense, need a back rub, mate?” he asked. My thumb turned into an extended middle finger. He gave a laugh and pulled the door back shut.

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