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A hunger grew inside of me that I had never experienced. Why did it turn me on that he confessed to wanting to fuck my potentially dead body? But wasn’t that the ultimate form of desire? To want you, no matter what? Eliseo and his messed-up ways have shown me what it truly meant to be wanted for all my flaws.
“I need you inside of me so badly,” I whined, unashamed of who could hear us.
The fact that I knew exactly how his hard cock felt inside of me made me whimper with unabashed need. I had never felt this hollow after coming back before. I needed his brand of dominance desperately. Opening my legs, I shoved him inside of me, my pussy wetter than the lake. I needed him to fill the hole I felt inside of my heart. I needed him to make this life worth living.
He groaned as his arm wrapped around my chest and shoulders, his hips pumped his hard length inside of me again and again, causing a delicious friction.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For me to fuck you while your body is coming back to life. My dick would warm you up faster, just like this.”
He was so voracious with his movements that my skin scraped against the harsh fabric beneath us, and I could practically feel the head of his cock poking and prodding my stomach.
There was a pain mixed with a growing pleasure, drowning out all the worries that swirled inside of my head. Sticking my ass out, I met his thrusts with my own, both of us chasing what we only brought to each other—a euphoria in the midst of this desolate existence that harbored nothing but death and destruction.
“Shit, look how good you’re taking me in, clamping down on me.” He pulled out slowly and slammed back in, hard.
I could feel my pussy fluttering with his constant friction when he changed the angle of his thrusts. His hand gripped my hip and forced me against him as the sound of flesh against flesh slapping loudly added to the sound of the night.
My inner thighs were slick with wetness, the smell of our arousal mixing enveloped us here on the ground. It was so primal out here in the open, and I wanted more of everything he wanted to give me. When his hand on my hip came forward and began to pinch and pull my clit, swirling it around in a torturous rhythm, I clenched down on my pussy, wanting him deeper. He growled as his arm still wrapped around me gripped me harder in response, sending a spike of pain. It made me hot and wanton knowing how I affected him.
“Your pussy was made for me.”
His tongue licked the lobe of my ear, and his grunts were loud. Lost in a haze of lust, I thought I heard the other men moaning and stroking their own cocks behind us as Eliseo brought me to the pinnacle of no return. The sensation ran through me like lightning, making me shudder, when I fell off the metaphorical cliff with a cry of pleasure. It was at this very moment I knew he owned me. I could never go back to the way things were. Not when he took care of me like this, stealing all my burdens onto his own shoulders while giving me nothing but peace in letting go.
As the high of my climax died down, I was reminded of Eliseo’s shoulder being ripped open from our previous encounter with the old stranger. Opening my mouth to say something, his hand gripped the front of my neck seductively right as he buried himself inside of me so deeply it felt like he would come out of my throat.
His cock pulsated, filling me up with warmth and my pussy spasmed again in response. My legs pressed together, tightening around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, slowly thrusting inside of me as his cock died down.
His hand loosened, tracing his fingers along my jaw and sticking it between my lips. I sucked it in, swirling my tongue while I concentrated on my mini secondary climax dying down to a whisper. He kept his dick inside of me, pulling me closer into his body in a possessive embrace. My own hand slipped through his embrace, backward, threading my fingers in his hair, and pulled him toward my face for a kiss.
“Shit,” was all I heard as one of the guys groaned and finished in his own hands, the rest following suit.
When the sexual tension in the air dissipated, the sound of insects renewed around the flicker and snaps of the campfire between us.
Chapter 11
Eliseo
The morning trek brought us to another abandoned vehicle, but this time, there wasn’t any gas in it. It did provide a nice pit stop for us as we tried to figure out which direction to head. My right calf throbbed like a bitch, more than my shoulder did, but I ignored the pain. I wrapped it as best as I could after cleaning it to prevent other debris getting inside.
“Did you run across any other camps, Fitri?” Reed leaned his head back against the vehicle that helped to block the sun.
“Perhaps. I just don’t remember the direction.”
“It’s okay,Sili. We’ll run across something.”
As if we called for it, another rag tag group walked down the road a good distance away. I whistled for the men to pay attention. Their clothes were dirty, but their bodies didn’t look malnourished.
“Fitri, you’re going to get them to lead you back to their location. We’ll follow right behind you,” Reed blurted out. The last-minute plan sounded good. I tipped my head up to the other guys to follow his lead and squeezedSili’sthigh.
She looked from me to Reed and nodded. I grabbed her face and planted a kiss on her lips before we crouched behind the vehicle, out of sight.
Silistood up, dusted off her pants, and walked out to get their attention.
“Hey! Please! I need some help.” Her voice sounded vulnerable, and even I was itching to leave my spot to go answer her call.
“Walk farther out,” I instructed under my breath.