(LANCE)
Gunfire echoed up the stairwell as we climbed toward the roof, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I shoved Eliona into the emergency landing on the 50th floor, slammed her back against the cold concrete wall, and ripped her leather cut open so her t**s spilled free.
“Last chance to feel what it means to wear this cut before the world tries to take it off you,” I growled, lifting one of her legs around my waist and slamming my c**k back into her c*m-drenched p***y in one brutal thrust.
I f****d her hard and deep against the wall, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with the distant screams and gunshots below. My hand gripped the back of her cut — Property of Unicorn — like a lifeline while I railed her.
“Gulf Cartel leaders,” I snarled between savage strokes, never slo
