him was overwhelming.
He kept moving sliding in and out of me, the friction between us building. With a little thrust of his hips his cock hit the sweet hidden spot inside of me stoking the fire. Again and again he prodded that spot until my muscles were clenched around him. When the waves of my orgasm were about to crash over me again he slid out of me. The weight of his cock pressed against my entrance.
I wanted to cry, to scream or to beg. Before I could he flipped me around until we were face to face and laid me down on the cold concrete floor. I grabbed him and pulled him down on top of me wrapping my legs around his hips and driving forward. Finally, his need matched my own and he plunged his cock into me deeply. He fucked me, hammering into me like an animal while his teeth clamped down on my nipple making me gasp.
I clung to him desperately, rocking with him while my nails grazed along his back. Each grunt and moan fueled my desire more and more. Our sweat, slick skin slid together as we moved.
“Cain, Cain, Cain.” I whispered over and over again like a mantra or a prayer. Hearing my need, he slammed into me driving me back into the rough, hard floor. The fire inside of me was all consuming as it washed over me making me shake and gasp as I clenched around him.
The force of my orgasm pushed him over the edge and I felt his cock twitch deep inside of me as he grunted out his own climax.
For a few blissful moments we lay wrapped in each other’s arms. My head was blaring out a warning don’t get attached, this man is dangerous . I pushed it away focusing on the warmth and comfort spreading through my body. Those quiet moments were short-lived when distantly I heard the roar of motorcycles.
We jumped to our feet and started gathering our clothing. For the first time I felt the chill of the night air. Or maybe it was just me finally recognizing the danger. I had been able to push away all thoughts of our dire situation while he was inside of me, filling me with fire. But now that illusion of comfort came crashing down around us. When we were dressed Cain stood next to me and took my hand in his. Together we waited to find out if those distant engines were bringing news of life or death.
Rodney Stark, David Drummond