Page 10 of Last Summer
Fuck, I love when they play rough.
His forceful touch is enough to send me over the edge. My release shatters me instantly as I shriek and spasm around his throbbing member. Wave after wave of warm, blinding ecstasy runs through my body.
“Shit, babe, you’re squeezing my cock so damn tight. I can’t fucking last.” He groans the last word as he also falls into the abyss of pleasure.
Rope after rope of warmth pulses inside me, covering me in his release. The feeling of him coming in me forces me over the edge further. I squeal in delight as my pussy begins to throb through another round of pleasure.
“Fuck yes.” I throw my head back and let my eyes fall close. “Fill me up. Make me your dirty little slut!”
The last time I felt the warmth of a man’s cum inside of me was nearly a year ago. Jonathan died the next day. It’s been too long. I fucking needed this so badly.
Rolling in the high of my orgasm, I’m suddenly ripped back down to reality by a scream. A woman’s scream. And not a scream of pleasure.
“What the fuck was that?” Chris asks as our gazes lock in horror.
“It sounds like someone’s in trouble.” I slide off of him, his release dripping down my thighs as we both wait on bated breath.
And then there’s another scream.
“Shit!” Chris curses under his breath as he throws back on his pants.
I follow his lead, righting my skirt and pulling my panties back up. They immediately become soaked from the sea of cum streaming from my pussy but I don’t feel right leaving them here. By the time I’m put back together, Chris is already running out the door and back to the fire ring in the middle of the campsite. He spins when he reaches the center before his eyes land on the far right yurt. The roof is slightly caved in.
“Sarah,” I state before we both take off running towards where she was staying alone.
There were four yurts with our names labeled on plaques at the doors but we figured it didn’t really matter where we stayed. So Danica and I took one, Julie and Lucy took the one next to us, Chris got his own, and Sarah claimed the last one for herself. This yurt was supposed to be mine.
Chris pulls open the door and immediately recoils. I peek around his shoulder and am met with the most horrifying sight I’ve ever seen.
Sarah is laying in the middle of the room impaled by one of the roof beams. My eyes shoot up, trying to process what I’m seeing. It looks like the connection at the center of the room came undone but it was still connected on the outside, causing the beam to swing down and pin Sarah to the floor. The beamimpaled her right through the stomach, and her blood and intestines are splattered across the floor behind her. A long string of deep red entrails seems to be hanging out the back of her wound. Blood is gushing in a rhythmic pattern out of her injured core as well as the corner of her mouth. But she’s not dead. It seems like the beam went clean in and out but didn’t hit any vital organs.
“Oh my god!” I scream as she coughs, causing blood to spew from her mouth, splattering across the pale canvas of the tented wall.
“Fuck,” Chris mutters before turning back towards the other yurts. “Help! Help us!” he screams as Danica and Lucy both come flying out the door of my yurt.
I eye them suspiciously. They looked disheveled. What the fuck were they doing together in there?
“We heard screaming,” Lucy’s deep tone is commanding as she approaches us. “What’s going o—“
Her steps falter and her mouth hangs open as she takes in the horror in front of her.
“Danica, stay back!” I warn, holding up my hand. She immediately listens, coming to a halt just below the wooden deck. “Go call for help.”
“What the fuck?!” Lucy shrieks before running inside. Chris tries to grab her but she slips through his fingers.
“Danica! Now!” My voice breaks as I struggle to stay in control. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins.
“We don’t have cell service, remember?”
Shit. She’s right.
“Lucy, stop!” Chris hollers, drawing my attention back inside.
“Don’t worry, girl. We’re gonna get you,” Lucy tells Sarah as she attempts to move the pole currently impaling the girl on the ground.
“Lucy! Don’t move it! She’ll bleed out if you take the pressure off!” I yell at her as Danica runs off, presumably to see if she can go reach anyone to help.
“We can’t just leave her like this!” Lucy shouts as she pushes against the pole.
