❝ EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO KILL SOMEONE. ❞
❝ I REALLY HOPE SHE'S TALKING FIGURATIVELY. ❞
( BOOK TWO of FIGHT OR FLIGHT )
Scout Wiley was once in love with the abyss. It was her mistake for getting too comfortable. She knew she shouldn't have lie...
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25th of October Capital Plaza Apartments Quantico, Virginia
"OH MY GOD!"
Cleo arched her back, feeling yet another wave of pure pleasure roll over her. She quivered, gripping the bed board tighter with her hands, having her eyes roll back in her head at the primal action that had overtaken Spencer. He griped her shoulder with his teeth a little more harder than he had intended, but continued his ruthless rhythm from behind.
"I said, shut up!" Spencer growled out, pushing her body further into the bed.
Her moans were quickly held back as he placed a firm hand over her mouth.
The scent of sex intensely filled his apartment, heated up by the two bodies working towards each owns satisfaction. Needs of the other person didn't matter in that moment.
She squirmed, softly mewling as her release was approaching. He felt her tighten her legs ever so slightly, inviting him in further.
Cleo's body fell from her four legged position as she climaxed, feeling herself tighten intensely round his throbbing cock. Spencer, however, hadn't stopped and continued the harsh motion. His hands grabbing a fistful of her hair so that she wouldn't squirm away.
"Ah, Spencer." The raven haired woman flinched at the friction.
Besides a deep groan along with a sigh of his release, the doctor didn't make any other noise when he came. He pulled out his member and watched with blurred vision as the white ejaculation spewed on her ass.
Cleo softly moaned again. Both of their breathing was coming in fast, heavy breaths and neither of them said anything after the effect of such satisfaction.
Once he had calmed himself, Spencer strutted towards the bathroom, grabbing the closest towel and throwing it towards the female. She nodded a silent thanks before she began to clean herself up.
"So," Cleo sighed as she pulled on one of his shirts. "That was quite the show the other day, huh?"
"I thought we said no talking after sex." He mumbled, stepping into his boxers.
She rolled her eyes, "We talk sometimes."
"Yes. And those discussions usually start with the question: Chinese or Indian food? We've never went further than that, Cleo."
"So," The female ran her hands through her hair. "You're just gonna fuck me and forget about it."
"It's what we've been doing for the last 5 years. If it's worked out for that long, no point in changing it. Hey, and don't say that like I'm the only one here that agreed to this - whatever. It was your idea to begin with."
