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I rock my body against his, using his knee to tease my growing cock, but I know we will not be making love for hours. Not in the cold mud. Raw sexual energy sparks in the air, and I am more than ready for it.
A gasp tears from my lips when Cesar flips me over, so I now face the porch, my elbows resting one step below it. There are only a couple of steps between us and the warmth of the cabin, but who needs comfort when I can be ravished by this beast of a man, right after he’s saved my life from those strangers.
If this is what he needs now, a fuck after a kill, I’ll give it to him.
I don’t know if it’s a kink, or if I’m just that much of a pleaser, but this is exactly how I want to be treated. He can bring me a cold compress and marshmallows later, but while we’re having sex, there’s nothing I crave more than to behispossession. I’m already hard as I offer myself to him, pushing back my ass and rubbing it against his groin.
Take me, I’m wordlessly saying,use me. I’m your prey, so hunt me down and satisfy your hunger.
He’s quick and to the point about pulling my pants down. The air might be cold, but my face is on fire. Wefuck around so much I always have lube on me, so I pass him the packet, panting against the step of the porch.
I’m happy to let him take his satisfaction inside my body, and know he’s that bit more peaceful thanks tome.
He bites my shoulder blade through the top I’m wearing, but while it stings, there’s a flash of pleasure in it too, and I lean into his touch listening to the quick slurp of lube. I know it’ll happen very soon. I will have him inside, and it will burn, andI will love it.
“You need me,” Cesar whispers, teasing my ear with his breath, but then his cock parts my ass cheeks, and I whine, pressing my face to the cold wood.
He’s such a fucking stud. I knew he could break me in half even before I saw him kill four people, but he won’t hurt me. I’m his precious possession. “Yes,” I utter as he makes a quick jab with his hips, pushing his cockhead in.
There’s some pain, but most of all, I feel relief. As if we’ve slotted back together after the horror laid bare in our yard. He grabs my sides with such possessiveness my heart melts a little.
All my life, this is all I’ve wanted. To belong with someone.
“I need you,” I add, unashamed of my desperation, and I spread my legs as wide as the jeans pooled at my knees allow. “Come inside.”
The sound coming from his lips sounds almost like an expression of pain, but I understand, because when he drills his way inside me, embedding his long cock in my hole, I too can’t hold my voice in. My cry is loud, effortless, and I don’t even try to bother stifling it, because anyone who could possibly overhear it lies dead.
“And I need you. I’m yours completely,” he whispers in a trembling voice and wraps me in a tight embrace, with one of those wonderful hands resting on my throat.
Each thrust takes my breath away, and while the friction feels almost like too much, I don’t want him to stop, or even slow down. I want him to jab into me just like this until he’s so spent he can barely move.
I want to be his peace. His solace. This scary wolf’s beloved bitch.
Is it messed up? Sure, but I don’t care. No one needs to know. No one would understand this murder bond we share anyway. For any outsider, we’re two monsters mating like we’re animals.
His dick feels so good inside me. I love being under Cesar. I become Jello, my thighs tremble at each of his thrusts, and my own cock pulses with heat and desire to be touched. But my man comes first. That’s the natural order of things, and he is not holding back.
Teeth and lips trail over my neck, nipping, licking, sucking, until I’m breathless with need, but then he’s coming, and blood rushes to my face when I feel him pulse inside me.
There has never been a better feeling.
Nothing can compare.
“You smell so good,” Cesar mumbles as his cock retreats from my body with a wet slap that makes me rock against him. When he licks my nape, it’s like a spark of lust going straight to my cock, and I feel so needy I’m making incoherent, whiny noises.
“Please…?” I utter helplessly. I could jerk off, yet it feels like he’s in full control of me and has to allow it. My face is hot, my bloodstained hands are sweaty, and I’m in a whole new universe with Cesar.
But instead of granting me permission, or even sucking me off like he sometimes does, Cesar pulls me into his arms and gets up. My dick is still hard, I’m probablydripping his cum, and he carries me like that to the cabin, leaving the massacre behind.
I don’t even look back at the carnage, focused on Cesar’s flushed face instead.
I have never seen a more handsome monster.
Chapter 15
Cesar
Idreadtoimaginewhat could have happened if it hadn’t been for Eli.
