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“Are you really mine?” she asks, a quake in her voice.
A knot forms in my throat, raw emotion binding me so tightly I can barely talk. “I fucking love you, Dani. I’m yours.” Seeking the sweet nectar of her juices to slake my parched throat, I slide her legs over my shoulders and suckle on her hard little clit like I’m siphoning water from a spring. My cock is already leaking against the edge of the bed in anticipation.
Her moan throws her onto the pillows behind her, her hips pushing against my face. She’s already getting so close to coming for me. I can feel her thighs tightening beneath my palms.
“Sam?”
“Hmm?” My lips never stop as I vibrate my reply into the wet folds of her tight little pussy. My tongue dives into her, stroking her ever closer.
“Are we really married?” Her belly raises above the bed as she writhes beneath me. Sliding two fingers into her clenching sheath, I raise my eyes to watch the first climax roll through her body.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Yes, my wife. Now, come for your husband.” The flat of my tongue finds her wet center and laps up the spilling orgasm, driving her higher. Her body grips at my fingers, drawing me deeper within her until I feel like I’m having to fight to withdraw them.
Slick with her release, I slide one out to slowly push my index finger through the star of her ass.
She gasps as I push past the ring of muscles that spasm around my knuckle. “Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine.” My hand works both of her quivering and pulsing holes as I lick her to another screaming orgasm.
“Yours!” she cries, her fingers knotting in my hair, her head thrashing on the pillows.
With an uncontrollable growl, I move her leg over my head until she’s on her belly and raise her ass from the mattress, never loosening my grip with my fingers firmly inside of her.
Her ankles wrap behind my thighs and her hands claw at the sheets while I pump my hand against her, faster, until I can feel her walls beginning to flutter again. In a single movement, I remove my hand and sink my cock deep within her.
She screams again, burying her face into the pillows. Her hips are bucking against mine, guided by my palms squeezing each perfect cheek, my thumbs resting in the dimples that were made for them.
Guiding her up and down my cock, this is where I want to die, buried deep in her, my nuts slapping against her thighs, the bloom of pressure building in my loins as she drives me closer to the brink.
Folding over her, my hands seek out the soft curve of her lower belly. I can feel the tip of my cock pushing against my palm, filling her so deeply and yet she takes every inch of me. My other drifts under her, finding her full breast bouncing with each thrust of my hips.
The feel of her body, flexing and rolling beneath me is almost too much. I lose control and start spurting into her as her sheath quivers around me.
“I love you so much,” I groan into her ear. “I want to flood the world with our children so everyone can see I can’t keep my hands off of you.” The head of my cock flares, dragging along her walls, pushing deep until I feel her flower of muscles pulsing around me. Pressing her stomach tilts her hips up. Hitting that spot inside that makes her explode.
“Yeah, oh…oh, God...” Her words end in a moan, muffled by the pillow.
I ram into her, ribbons of cum bursting from me. Her body seizes, paralyzing me within her. My teeth find the soft flesh of her neck as we shudder through the intensity of release.
Fuck the rest of the world. All that matters is her.
Chapter thirty-two
DANI
HowSamknewCaptainRusso was a pastor outside of the Guard I’ll never know. Paperwork seems so moot with government buildings shut down, but we still signed our names to make it official. It may not even be necessary. Red tape and paper trails seem petty in comparison with fighting for survival.
The country is in a complete standstill as people everywhere battle the hordes of creatures that appeared nearly overnight. I’ve heard most of the major cities have been completely abandoned, with only handfuls of survivors. The mutation rates took so many, and their voracious appetites have accounted for untold losses since.
Humanity is struggling to survive.
We’re feeling the pressure, too. Captain Russo has suggested that we fall back to the prison. More and more dogs are appearing at our perimeter. The last drone reports show that nearly all of the cattle have been decimated in the surrounding pastures.
Sam and I agree it’s time to fall back. Livestock trailers have been brought in to haul off the last of the surviving animals. They’ll be vital for breeding stock since the roving bands of creatures have been stripping the land of every living animal. Two legged and four.
Raised voices drift across the compound in the chill of the February air. After a warm January, it feels like winter is back with a vengeance.
Walking through the drift of diesel exhaust powering the heaters, I see Captain Russo and Angela in a fierce discussion that has her waving a handful of papers into his face. Readjusting the bag on my shoulder, I step closer to see what has her so riled.