Page 77 of Massacre
“I don’t know, babe,” I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face.
“Well, what do you want to do now to pass the time?” she asked as she stretched her arms over her head. The shirt she was wearing rose with the movement, and like bees to honey, my eyes immediately focused on the little tattoo playing peek-a-boo.
Licking my lips, I vaguely heard her say something about something that I was almost sure wasn’t important. Not that I cared if the cabin was on fire or the bad guys were quickly descending, because right now, all I cared about was where that tattoo went and if there was more. I couldn’t help but follow the path of ink, my gaze trailing along her smooth skin. I knew I should be focused on our predicament, but in that moment, all I could think about was Amber and the way she was currently distracting me.
“We’ll figure something out,” I said, my voice a little hoarser than I intended.
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye, and I knew she could see right through me.
“In the meantime,” she purred, sitting up and rolling on top of me before removing her shirt, “we might as well make the most of it.”
Leaning over me, a curtain of silk billowed around me, blocking out the world, and I realized that maybe being locked up wasn’t so bad after all. Cupping her ass, I ground her pelvis against my hardening cock. “Best plan ever.”
Running my hands up her sides, I licked my lips and cupped her breasts. God, she had the perfect set of tits. Soft, full withpretty pink nipples and, the best part, they fit perfectly in my hands. I loved the way her body responded to me. I knew I should have stopped, taken a breath, but Amber’s body was a drug, and I was already addicted. Her skin was a canvas of sensation, each touch a new high. I could feel the tension of the last few days melting away, replaced by a different kind of tension—a delicious, urgent need. I wanted to brand her, mark her as mine, and the thought sent a rush of possessiveness through me.
Her hands found my belt, fingers deftly undoing the buckle. I groaned, my body responding with a hunger that threatened to consume me. This was madness, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The world could burn for all I cared as long as I had Amber.
It didn’t take us long to shed the clothes we were wearing, and before she could have her wicked way with me, I grabbed her waist and hefted her over me, my mouth immediately sucking the sweetest pussy it had ever tasted. Amber’s taste, her scent, the feel of her skin against mine—it was like a drug, clouding my mind, making me forget everything but this. I knew I should have been thinking about our next move, about how to get out of this cabin and away from King and Reaper’s watchful eyes. But at that moment, all I could think about was her.
I explored her body with my hands and mouth, mapping every inch of her with hungry touches and kisses. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her breath coming in sharp gasps as I found all the right spots. The world narrowed to the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure, and the heady rush of knowing I was the one causing it. I wanted to devour her, brand her, make her mine in the most primal way possible.
And then, just when I thought she couldn’t take anymore, she rolled off my face and moved down my body. Her eyes wild and her lips curved in a wicked smile.
“My turn,” she breathed, then leaned over me, taking hold of my hard cock before enveloping it in her hot moist mouth.
I growled, bucking my hips, as I tried to get my dick deeper into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet around me, and I felt my control slipping as she took her fill. I wanted to flip her over, take her hard and fast, but I held on, wanting to savor this, to make it last. Her fingers dug into my thighs, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. I could feel her smile against me as she teased and tormented, her tongue a weapon of its own. I growled a warning, my hands fisting in the sheets, and she laughed, the vibration shooting straight to my groin. I bucked up, seeking more, and she obliged, taking me deeper, her mouth working its magic.
I could feel my release building, a coil of tension in my gut, and I knew I was close. Amber sensed it too, her pace quickening, her breath coming in quick gasps. I wanted to hold on, to make this moment last, but the pleasure was too much, too intense.
With a hoarse cry, I came, my eyes screwing shut as my release pulsed through me. Amber didn’t stop milking me dry, her mouth relentless until I was spent. I lay there, breathless, my heart hammering in my chest, my body boneless and replete.
But Amber wasn’t done with me yet. She crawled up my body, her eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from her own passion. She hovered above me, a goddess of temptation, and I reached for her, wanting to pull her down to me, to feel her body against mine when I felt her hot cunt rub along my still hardened shaft before she angled her hips, and my dick slipped into the hottest, tightest pussy ever.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, gripping her waist as she started slowly rocking her hips, grinding herself further down onto my engorged dick. I was hers, and she knew it, the little vixen. But I wasn’t about to let her have all the power. With a growl, I flippedher onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her. Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and pleasure, and I smirked. I might have been locked up, but in this moment, I was free.
The cabin might have been secluded, but our passion echoed through the walls, a wild, untamed thing. I moved with a purpose, each thrust a promise of more. Amber met me with a feverish hunger, her nails digging into my back, marking me as her own. The air was thick with the scent of our desire, the heady mix of sweat and lust clouding my mind. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance as old as time, and with each touch, each kiss, we claimed a piece of each other.
I could feel my release building again, a coiled spring ready to snap, but I held on, wanting to draw out this moment of pure, raw pleasure for as long as I could. Amber’s breath was hot against my neck, her fingers biting into my shoulders as she urged me on.
Every pump, every thrust just heightened my craving for her. I never wanted to stop fucking her. I wanted to push her over, to send her spiraling into oblivion, but just as I was about to tip her into release, there was a loud crash outside, followed by the sound of shattering glass.
Amber and I froze, our gazes locked, the moment broken.
“What the hell was that?” she gasped, breathless, her eyes wide.
I swore, reaching for my pants. “I don’t know, but whoever it is, is dead.” I buckled my belt, then slipped my feet into my boots as I held up my hand, barely touching my index finger to my thumb. “I was this fucking close to blowing another load again. Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”
“Let me come with you,” she said, sitting up.
Pointing at her, I sneered, “You move from that bed, woman, and I will spank your ass raw. I was just getting started, and now, I have to start all over again. Stay put.”
I stepped out of the cabin. The cool night air was a shock against my heated skin. The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow over the quiet landscape. My heart pounded in my ears as I scanned the surroundings. My hand instinctively reached for my gun tucked into the waistband of my pants only to remember it wasn’t there.
“Fuck,” I cursed as my eyes scanned the vast ranch and my skin prickled.
We weren’t alone.
Chapter Thirty-Three
