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“This is fucked up,” she whispered. “Oh my god. You’re just… and we just… you killed those men.”
She grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I kissed her then pulled off her panties. She moaned into my kiss as I ran a finger along her bare slit, rolling her wet up to her clit then teasing her.
“I killed those men,” I said and kissed her neck. “I’d kill more men if they came for you.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned as I plunged my fingers inside of her.
I went back down, ran my tongue along her delicious spot. She moaned and rolled her hips as she grabbed my hair. I could tell she was losing herself, just like I was, and I couldn’t stop. I licked her, rolling my tongue up and down, tasting her folds, tasting her delicious spot. I sucked her clit, nibbled on it, licked her faster, moving my tongue in tight little circles. She pushed me down harder, moving her hips, and I gripped her ass tight.
“You taste good,” I said, a deep, vicious growl. “You taste like what I need. I want to make you feel good, little Mona. I want to make you forget.”
“Oh, god,” she gasped. “I can’t forget.”
I licked her faster then slid my fingers deep inside. I fucked her tight little pussy with my fingers then reached up and grabbed her hair. I kissed her, made her taste her own pussy on my tongue.
“You’ll forget all about them,” I whispered. “Once I taste you come.”
She moaned as I went back down. I did my job, did my delicious work. I licked her fast, fucked her with my fingers. Her tight body writhed, her hips pressed against my mouth, moving along my fingers as they slid in and out. We moved like that, both of us lost in the moment, still stuck back there in the intersection, still full of adrenaline, still shocked we both survived.
And it felt so fucking good to make her feel good. This was what I wanted from the moment we met, her incredible little cunt on my tongue, but this wasn’t how I wanted it to go down. Still, she needed it, she needed me right now, and I owed her this much, owed her so much more.
And I’d deliver, oh, god, yes, I’d give her everything.
I kept going faster, in time with her hips, with her moans.
She was everything in that moment. Her body, her taste, her sounds. Sweat beaded on her skin as she grabbed my hair harder, rolled her hips harder. She wanted to tense her legs, to close them to the pleasure she felt, but I kept them nice and wide open. Her back arched as her lips parted, more unintelligible moans escaping her mouth, and I knew she was close. I kept going, faster, faster, tongue and lips and fingertips working her tight spot. I fucked her, licked her, and growled my pleasure as she threw back her head and said my name.
“Oh, fuck, Vince,” she moaned, her fingers tight in my hair, her back arched hard.
I tasted her come, I felt it on my fingers. I moved her through it, licking around her clit in quick circles as my fingers plunged in and out. She gasped and I licked her up, my fingers sliding out. I stared up at her, met her glassy gaze, and licked my fingers clean before licking her pussy top to bottom.
She collapsed back onto the couch, breathing hard. I moved up, kissed her, let her tongue lap against my tongue and lips. She moaned, sucked in a breath, and relaxed again.
“Fuck,” she said.
“Yeah.” I got up on the couch next to her and pulled her against me. She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Fuck.”
We sat like that for a while, not talking. She snuggled harder against me and I knew she was barely processing what had happened. I didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to freak her out any more than she already was, so I let her be. I just held her close, let the orgasm settle her down a little bit, let it even her out.
Finally, she pulled away with a sharp breath.
“I should, uh, put on my clothes.”
“Sure.”
She stood, picked up her panties. I stared at her tight ass. She bent over and pulled them on, and I couldn’t help but watch her long, lean legs. She shimmied into her jeans, buttoned them, then looked down at me and ran a hand through her messy hair.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I think so anyway.”
“Why don’t you go lie down for a little bit,” I said. “I can bring you something to eat if you want?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Yeah, I think, I think that’d be good.”
I stood and hesitated. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, do something to try and take the pain of what had happened away. She was a civilian, a goddamned journalist, and she almost got murdered by a bunch of fucking psycho cartel assholes.
