Moving furiously, I removed my pants and boxers and the rest of my clothes and found myself again between her thighs.
“Should we use a condom?” she asked.
“Do you trust me?” The question was more than about a condom. It was about everything. I kissed her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as my cock pulsed against her ready and eager pussy. I wouldn’t go any further until she answered me. Did she still want me, knowing the full truth of how evil I was?
“Yes.” She took my cock in her hands and stroked. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling. She stroked and spread her thighs wider, directing me to where we both wanted this to go. With no condom or anything else between us, I slid into her pussy and froze.
It was the most intense feeling I’d ever felt. She was so wet, so tight, so hot, and so. Fucking. Mine.
I crushed my lips to hers and moved, thrusting in and out of what was mine and would only ever be mine.
If I had felt love before we were together in carnal bliss, this feeling was otherworldly.
It was beyond love, it was beyond passion, it was an explosion of everything!
Together, we raced toward the end. I ground my hips against her, pushing my cock as deep as I could get from this angle into her body, needing to feel her come to reach my peak. She arched her back, cried out my name, and I was done for. A small grunt escaped my lips as I spilled my seed, pumping until I emptied every single drop.
Scout was mine, and I would never let anyone take her from me. Even if that meant another bullet through someone’s temple.
