The Seductive House Girl

Five Seconds

CHAPTER 6

The old wooden door of the staff quarters rattled violently under heavy boots. Each kick sent dust raining from the ceiling onto Fatima’s naked body. She stood pressed against Adewale, tears cutting clean lines down her rain-streaked face, her hand forcing the pistol into his palm.

“Kill me,” she repeated, her voice cracking but urgent. “Please, sir. One clean shot. Don’t let them take me alive.”

Adewale’s fingers tightened around the grip, his heart a war drum in his chest. His c**k was still hard, painfully hard, pressed between their wet bodies, slick with her juices. The absurdity hit him like a slap: he was literally holding a gun to the woman he’d been balls-deep in minutes ago.

“You think I can just shoot you after everything?” he hissed, voice low and strained. Another kick nearly splintered the door. “I’m not a killer, Fatima. I’m a bloody business executive!”

She laughed through her tears — a short, broken, insanely sexy sound. “Then f**k me like one. Right now. While we still can.”

The tension was suffocating. The men outside were shouting instructions to each other. At least four voices. Adewale could hear them loading weapons. Time was bleeding out.

He dropped the gun on the mattress, grabbed Fatima’s face with both hands, and kissed her brutally. Their tongues fought as he lifted her, slamming her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him instantly, and he drove upward into her soaked, greedy p***y in one savage thrust.

“Oh f**k—!” she cried out, not caring who heard anymore.

He f****d her with raw, terrified urgency, deep, punishing strokes that made her full breasts bounce violently against his chest. The wall shook with every thrust. Her nails tore bloody lines down his back as her p***y clenched and fluttered around him, dripping down his thighs.

“Harder, sir!” she gasped between moans. “If I’m going to die, I want to feel you in my stomach.”

The door cracked loudly. A small hole appeared near the lock. Torchlight pierced through, sweeping across their joined bodies.

One of the men outside whistled. “Chai! The old man dey hammered her like piston. Respect!”

Laughter erupted — cruel, mocking laughter that made Adewale’s blood boil. He kept f*****g her, anger and fear fueling every slam. Fatima’s eyes were half-lidded in ecstasy and terror, her moans turning into broken sobs of pleasure.

He reached between them and rubbed her swollen c**t roughly. Her body seized. She came hard, squirting around his c**k, her walls milking him so intensely he nearly followed her over the edge.

But he held back.

The door was broken. Only seconds left.

Adewale pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the dusty mattress again. He re-entered her from behind in one brutal stroke, gripping her braids like reins. He f****d her like a man who had nothing left to lose — fast, deep, animalistic. The wet slapping sounds were louder than the rain and the kicking combined.

Fatima pushed back desperately, ass rippling. “c*m inside me,” she begged. “Fill me before they kill us. I want to die leaking your seed.”

He was so close — right on the razor’s edge — when the door finally gave way with a deafening crash.

Three armed men burst in, guns raised.

Adewale froze, buried to the hilt inside Fatima. She was still trembling from the aftershocks, her p***y spasming around him. Both of them were naked, sweating, and shining with fluids under the torchlight.

The leader — the same deep-voiced man from earlier — stepped forward, gun pointed at Adewale’s head. A cruel smile spread across his face as he took in the scene.

“Well, well. Finish what you started, Mr. Adewale,” he said calmly. “I want to watch you c*m inside her one last time before we put bullets in both of you.”

The other men laughed, spreading out to block any escape.

Fatima looked back over her shoulder at Adewale, eyes wide with panic and twisted desire. Her p***y clenched around him again, involuntarily.

“Sir…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Do it. Please.”

Adewale’s finger hovered near the trigger of the gun he’d dropped just inches away on the mattress. His c**k throbbed violently inside her.

The leader c****d his pistol.

“Five seconds, lover boy. f**k her… or I shoot you both right now.”

**To be continued...**