She gasps as I press myself inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re goddamn tight.”
“Shit.” She puts both hands on the wall, fingers curling down.
I slide myself deep between her legs, filling her pussy. She can barely take me, I can tell, but she wants it so bad as she moves her ass and wiggles back against me.
I grunt, loving that, and slap her ass. She groans as I begin to slide in and out, getting her pussy used to my size. I slap her ass again then grab her hair as I move faster, thrusting into her.
She begins to work her hips back against me, turning them, twisting along my hard dick. She’s out of control, completely out of her mind with my cock as I keep fucking her. Pleasure floods through my body and I can barely contain myself.
She feels so fucking good. I’ve been imagining this moment since the day I first saw her. I’ve been wondering what her pussy feels like, how she’d move against me, what she’d sound like as my cock fills her.
But this is more than I could have imagined. Out here in this cave, our own private world. She feels incredible, sounds incredible, smells and tastes incredible, everything just driving me insane as I thrust inside of her. She turns and reaches back, pulling me up against her as we kiss again and my cock fills her.
I pull back out and grab her hips, turning her around. We press our foreheads together as I tease her clit with my fingers and she spits into her palm to slide it along my cock.
I reach down and hook her legs with my arms, lifting her into the air. I press her hard up against the cave wall and she wraps her legs around me as I thrust back inside of her.
She gasps, surprised that I can so easily hold her weight. I begin to fuck her harder, slamming my cock deep inside of her pussy, kissing her lips, whispering into her ear. I want her to know how good this fucking feels, how much I need her pussy, and how I’m going to come deep inside of her.
I need her to know that I need this, too. This isn’t just about breaking her or some shit, it’s about taking her and feeling good. I realize suddenly that I need this pleasure as much as she does. I’m trapped in a prison, although it’s not as bad as hers, but I’m trapped just the same. I can’t escape from this place and I’m stuck pushing her, training her.
I fuck her with renewed intensity. I take a nipple between my teeth and lips, teasing her as I slam into her tight pussy. I can feel the orgasm building up inside of me, but I push it back, working her body first.
She’s grinding her hips against me, working me, and I know she’s just as close. I keep going, pushing deeper and deeper.
“Come for me,” I urge her. “I want to see that pretty face when you come on my cock.”
“Oh god, just keep going,” she says, working her hips faster. “Keep fucking me, Logan.”
I slam into her, thrusting deeper and faster, my breath coming in pants and gasps. I can barely hold myself back, the excitement hitting its peak, but it doesn’t matter. Her whole body goes rigid and she grips my neck, legs tightening, and she comes, hard on my cock. I can feel her pussy clenching as it rolls through her.
I groan deep and low as I release inside of her. I come hard, filling her tight pussy, and we’re both swept away into our moments of ecstasy.
Slowly, we finish and collapse panting to the cave floor. The ground is hard packed sand, but it’s soft, and she curls up in my lap as I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight.
Sweat is dripping from our bodies but it doesn’t matter. It feels so fucking good to be alone here with her, our bodies pressed together, feeling amazing after what just happened. We sit there in silence for some time, and I realize that I feel more at peace with her than I ever have in my life.
Is this real? I can’t help but wonder it. Is this something that goes beyond our situation? I know that I want her far more than the mission calls for. She makes me feel something I thought I had long forgotten about. It’s there inside of me, begging to come back to the surface, but I’m afraid of it. I’m worried about what it might do to the mission.
I’m supposed to keep her at arm’s length. I need to train her, pretend to at least, in order to infiltrate this group. But I know that I’ve already lost my objectivity a long time ago, and at this point I’m merely putting off the truth.
The moon is drifting through the sky, and I know that our time is running short. I can’t risk keeping her outside of the compound for too long. The shift change is happening soon, and if we wait too long, the new guards will be better rested and alert.
Slowly, I disentangle our bodies. She seems to understand what’s happening and quickly gets dressed. When we’re finished, she’s stands at the entrance to the cave and looks at me.