Page 80 of Massacre
Pulling out of her pussy, I positioned myself at her tight entrance, the one I craved. “You ready, baby?” I growled, my voice hoarse with need. Amber nodded, her eyes closed, herbreath coming in short pants. I teased her hole with the tip of my cock, circling, applying gentle pressure, before slowly pushing forward. Amber whimpered, her body tense, as I stretched her, inch by inch. “Relax, baby,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder, my hands gripping her hips. “I got you.”
With a sharp breath, she nodded, and I pushed forward, sinking into her heat.
We both stilled, savoring the sensation, before I began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Amber’s breath quickened, and her walls clenched around me as she adjusted to my intrusion.
The moment of stillness was electric; the anticipation of what was to come hung heavy in the air. I felt her body relax, yielding to me, and I began to move, slowly at first, savoring the tightness of her ass. Amber’s breath hitched, her hands tightening their grip on the seat in front of us as I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips to guide my movements. The slap of skin on skin filled the theater, a raunchy counterpoint to the movie playing out on the screen in front of us. I could feel her body trembling, the tension building as I thrust into her, my own breath coming in sharp gasps.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I growled, low and gravelly. “Your ass is made for my cock.”
Amber moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body moving in time with mine. The sensation was overwhelming, the taboo nature of our location only adding to the intensity.
I knew we were taking a risk, but in that moment, I didn’t care.
All that mattered was the feel of Amber’s body yielding to mine, the sounds of our passion filling the theater. With each thrust, I could feel my release building, a coil of tension in my gut that threatened to explode. Amber’s walls clenched aroundme, her breath coming in sharp, short gasps as she approached her peak. “Come for me, baby,” I grunted, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “Let me feel you come around my cock.” And with that, Amber cried out, her body shaking as her orgasm washed over her. I felt her walls pulsate, milking my cock as I thrust into her one last time, my own release exploding deep within her ass. We stilled, our bodies connected, as we rode out the waves of pleasure.
As the final credits rolled, Amber stood, pulling up her jeans with a satisfied smile on her face. I adjusted myself, stuffing my still-hard cock back into my own pants.
Reaching for her hand, I pulled her toward me, and she laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Best movie ever.”
Kissing her upturned nose, I smiled. “Oh yeah. You are most definitely the woman for me.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Amber
Heading for the lobby, I stopped. “Hang on. I need to use the bathroom. I’m dripping.”
Massacre’s grin widened as he let go of my hand. “I’ll be waiting for you right here, baby.”
Hurrying to the bathroom, I quickly entered a stall and cleaned myself up. After using the facility, I rushed through washing my hands and ran for the door when I clearly heard.
“Turn around. You are under arrest.”
“For what?” Massacre grumbled. “I was only watching a movie!”
“For indecent exposure and for having sex in public.”
“Ain’t nuttin’ indecent about me. I’m a catch. Look at me!”
Shit!
Peeking out the door, I saw Deputy Malone handcuffing Massacre. Closing the door, I leaned against it, trying to calm my beating heart. This was not good. If King or Reaper learned what happened, they would rip Massacre a new ass. It wasn’t entirely his fault.
I initiated it.
He just went along with me.
Technically, it was all my fault.
“I’m innocent!” Massacre yelled. “It wasn’t me!”
I pressed my palms to my face, heat creeping up my neck. Massacre’s voice echoed through the paper-thin walls, the kind of voice that could start a riot—or a comedy hour. Down thehall, boots thudded on stained linoleum. If anyone else heard, it would all be over in minutes.
A muffled scuffle, a barked order from the officer, then another round of protests from Massacre—louder now, more theatrical. A door slammed somewhere, rattling the glass in its frame. I cursed under my breath as I peeked out from behind the door once more to find the lobby of the theater empty.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I looked around and, seeing no one, I rushed for the exit.
