“Soldiers like to measure twice, cut once.”
“You enjoy pleasing me,” I choke out.
“I’m trying to get you ready. You’re so damn tiny.”
The rush comes again, and my legs tighten around his thick frame as my body quakes its release.
This time, as the waves settle, before I can process what’s happening, he brings his hand from my breast to his cock, fitting it at the entrance.
“It won’t fit!” I screech.
He’s smirking, enjoying my jarred response, feeding on it.
He’s a monster.
As his eyes are locked with mine, his cock breaches me like a hostile invader. I scream from shock and pain.
He never stops. His hands pull me up only to slam me back down, again and again, as his cruel, sinister eyes drink in my reaction.
It’s horrible and depraved. And I feel so ashamed because I fucking want it.
“You’re…so…fucking…sexy…” he grinds between slams, bouncing me up and down his thickness. His finger caresses my clit, feeding my pleasure.
I wish this was horrible.
“I-hate-you,” I cry out as another powerful orgasm rips through me.
He laughs mockingly, reveling in his sin. “Then object, and it will all end.”
I press my face against his chest as he uses my body. There’s a shifting of his muscles. He tenses, his breath going ragged.
He drives into me, deep, deeper than he’s ever been, and warmth spreads.
He came in me!
My jaw drops. We’re in the fucking apocalypse, and I forgot to ask about protection. I can’t have babies! Not when the world is like this. I can’t—
My arms fall. He’s walking. I’m too fucking dazed to know what’s going on. All I know is that his cock is still buried deep inside me, pulsing obscenely, draining itself.
After a long minute, I’m placed on the bed. His cock vacates my core.
“You’ve pleased me, Remi. You did very good.”
Did he just give me a compliment for literally hanging from the ceiling?
“Rest while I go out and take care of some business. There’s another MRE on the desk if you get hungry. Don’t try to go through my stuff. It’ll be locked. Don’t try to leave. You’ll get lost. Just sleep and wait. You got that?”
There are a million things I want to say, but no words make it past my lips, so I nod. There will be time for talking later.
But right now, I desperately need sleep.