The Seductive House Girl

The Window Attack

CHAPTER 5

Adewale stared down the barrel of the gun, heart jackhammering, while his c*m still glistened on Fatima’s ass. The intruder’s thick arm had her halfway through the broken window by her braids, her legs kicking wildly.

“Let her go,” Adewale growled, gripping her thighs tighter.

The man laughed, low and ugly. “You’ve got balls, old man. f*****g my runaway w***e while I hunt her. Respect.” He pressed the cold metal harder against Adewale’s forehead. “But respect won’t stop a bullet.”

Fatima’s eyes locked on Adewale’s. Even now, with her neck twisted painfully, she managed to look sinful — shirt torn open, heavy breasts swinging, n*****s hard from fear and cold rain.

“Sir…” she gasped, voice hoarse. “If you die, at least c*m inside me one last time. Don’t waste it on my back again.”

Adewale blinked. “You are actually deranged.”

The gunman snorted in amusement. “She was always a proper nympho. That’s why I kept her.” He yanked her hair harder, making her cry out. “Now release my property before.”

Adewale moved on by pure instinct.

He slammed his shoulder into the arm holding the gun, shoving it upward. The pistol fired. The shot cracked deafeningly close to his ear, plaster exploding from the ceiling. In the same chaotic second, he pulled Fatima back inside with all his strength. They both crashed onto the dusty mattress in a tangle of limbs.

The intruder roared and tried to climb through the window.

Fatima didn’t waste time. Still on her back, legs spread, she reached up and yanked Adewale down on top of her. “Now, sir! f**k me while we fight for our lives.”

“You’ve lost your damn mind—” he started, but she guided his still-hard c**k straight into her dripping p***y in one smooth thrust. The danger had made her wetter than ever. She moaned loud enough for the whole compound to hear.

The gunman got one leg through the window. Adewale f****d her hard, angry, desperate strokes — using the rhythm to fuel his rage. Every thrust made Fatima’s breasts bounce wildly. She wrapped her legs around him, nails digging into his back.

“Harder!” she cried. “Make me scream, so your ancestors wake up!”

Adewale thrust deeper, grinding against her c**t, while reaching for the broken wooden leg of an old chair nearby. The intruder was halfway in now, gun waving.

“Stay still, you bastard!” the man shouted, trying to aim.

Fatima suddenly clenched her p***y around Adewale like a velvet fist and screamed theatrically, “Oh God, sir! Your c**k is too big! I’m cumming again!”

The distraction worked. The gunman stared for half a second too long, long enough for Adewale to swing the chair leg like a cricket bat. It connected with the man’s wrist with a sickening crack. The gun flew into the room.

Fatima lunged for it like a cat, still impaled on Adewale’s c**k. She grabbed the pistol, pointed it shakily at the intruder’s face.

“Get out,” she hissed, her voice suddenly ice-cold. “Or I will blow your brains across my lover’s wall.”

The man froze, one leg in, one out, pain twisting his face. Then he smiled, a terrible, knowing smile.

“You think this is over, Fatima? You only killed one of us tonight.” He slowly backed out of the window. “My boys are surrounding the compound. And your cousin? He’s not coming. We already took care of him.”

Fatima’s face went pale.

Adewale pulled out of her, breathing heavily, c**k still throbbing and shining with her juices. He helped her up as they heard multiple footsteps and voices outside, at least three more men.

The intruder’s voice called from the darkness, mocking:

“Enjoy your last f**k, lovebirds. We’re coming in. Five minutes. Bring the girl out nicely… or we will drag her out covered in both your blood.”

Fatima turned to Adewale, naked, c*m dripping down her thighs, a gun in her trembling hand. For the first time, real tears mixed with the rain on her face.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered. “I should never have dragged you into this.”

She pressed her body against him, kissing him deeply, desperately, tongue sliding against his as her hand stroked his c**k again, almost apologetically.

Then she pushed the gun into his hand.

“Kill me,” she said quietly. “If they take me alive… what they’ll do is worse than death. Please.”

Outside, the men started kicking at the main door of the staff quarters.

**To be continued...**