Page 69 of Marked for Execution
When her tongue lapped up the puncture wound, she caressed my face, turned it, and shared the taste of blood in my mouth. It was erotic, and I was a sucker for everything that was Fitri. Her other hand grabbed my shaft and shoved it right inside of her wet pussy with ease.
Thrusting slowly inside of her, she gasped.
“Look at how well you stretch around me, taking my cock.Fuck.”
I gave her all my passion through our kiss, letting her know how much she meant to me.
ButSilihad other plans as she flipped us over with her strength and rode my cock like we were going to get executed tomorrow.
“I need to feel you deeper. I need you so badly,” she whined.
“Shit,Sili. You can have whatever the fuck you want, especially if it’s my dick inside of you.”
My hands grabbed her hips to slow her down, but she was too strong when she was lost like this. Beautiful in her rage and her passion, she ground her clit down against me until she cried out in pleasure, clutching my dick with her pussy like a vice grip and taking me over the edge with her.
She fell on top of me, panting, exhausted, and stretching like a damn feline as her hands continued to roam my body, secretly asking for more.
“Sili, we should get up.” As much as I wanted to lounge around with her, I needed to train with that damn makeshift prosthetic the guys got me.
“Why? I like where I am,” she complained under her breath.
It seemed during our absence, the community acquired a welder who was able to utilize the extra metal we had lying around to make a false leg with a hinged knee and spring hinged ankle. A supply run was made on my behalf by the guys to find a mannequin leg they could use to help the project along.
And who would have thought a damn tree lover and gardener would be the one to inform us of a way to acquire natural rubber to coat the inside of fabric to protect my stump?
Sili’stongue traced the wound on my neck and my dick twitched inside of her, coming back to life and making me groan with confliction.
“Sili, baby, we gotta get up. I want to be buried inside of you every day, but I need to get used to this leg of mine.”
She made an adorable sad sound and I chuckled, sitting up with her still on my lap with her arms around my neck. Kissing her chastely, I moved her to the side and reached over for my leg.
She placed her delicate hand on my chest as she bent over and grabbed it for me, teasing me with the sight of her glistening, swollen pussy lips.Fuck.Slapping her on the ass, she yelped and handed it over with a mischievous smile.
“Get your ass ready for training. Stop trying to tempt me to stay here,” I snapped with false anger.
“That’s what I’m doing!”
She laughed and walked to the other side of the room to find her pants and boots, leaning over again without bending her knees.
“Dammit woman,” I growled in frustration, debating whether I should just stay here and fuck the brattiness out of her.
We miraculously made it out of the house after another quick fuck over the arm of the couch, just in time for the community to start their day. With the additional people who joined the town, the mornings were louder than what they used to be with people hustling and bustling in the center of Ashborne.
Fitri walked a step ahead of me, bracing for any accidents as I descended the steps of my front porch. I had fallen a few times, but not lately. I appreciated her caution, nonetheless. She was good for my cranky old soul. Honestly, I was surprised she put up with me on bad days.
“Eliseo! You down to train today?” Gunner called out, walking beside Samuel and Hannah.
Fitri waved shyly at Hannah, who enthusiastically squealed and ran towards her. My lips twitched in a suppressed smile. Hannah had taken toSilisince our return, glad her man made it back home alive and intact—unlike me.
“Hey…”Silisaid weakly, and I nudged her. “Hey.”
“Hey, girl!” Hannah yelled over, causing some of the residents nearby to turn and look.
Siliwas wary about the friendship at first but was slowly getting used to the idea. Hannah still didn't know all the details about her extra abilities, and we letSilidecide when it was the right time to expose her secrets. Margaret, the old ladySilisaved while she was running from Samuel, had also become one of her friends, gracing us with extra vegetables on our doorstep on random mornings.
“Fitri! I heard the last run was a trade and they got some new livestock. Did you see that baby lamb that was born the other week? It’s so cute! Come on, let’s go.” Hannah pulled her away asSiligave me a ‘save me’ look that I ignored.
“Hey, man, how are you feeling?” Samuel asked as we hugged and slapped each other’s backs in a masculine greeting.