(LANCE)
The armory was the last safe room left in the locked-down clubhouse. I kicked the heavy door shut behind us, spun Eliona around, and pressed her back against the cold steel gun lockers. The red emergency lights painted her skin like fresh blood as I slowly unzipped her leather cut, letting it fall open.
No rush this time.
I wanted her to feel every second.
I dropped to my knees, hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, and buried my tongue deep inside her c*m-filled p***y. I licked and sucked slowly, deliberately, tasting the mess I’d left in every hole while the distant sound of enemy bikes circled the compound like vultures.
Eliona’s fingers tangled in my hair. Her hips rolled against my mouth in a slow, desperate rhythm.
“Say it,” I murmured against her swollen c**t, sucki
