I Can Go Get My Knife

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Narrator's POV:

A smug smile crosses the woman's features as she watches Annaleigh get away. It serves him right for trying to take what belonged to her in the first place. With a sigh she makes her way down the alley.

Matt's POV:

I growl at the pain in my neck and shoulder. I have to give the bitch credit. I didn't see that coming.

A laugh catches my attention. Swinging around I have my knife ready. She's standing there with an obnoxiously smug grin on her sexy lips.

"I see you couldn't get the job done. Coming up a extremely short between the legs there?" She mocks.

I bend down stashing the knife in my boot. Standing back up to my full height I step into her personal space. My body pins hers to the wall.

"If you want me to fuck you into oblivion again just ask. All you have to do is say the word Willow."

Willow's POV:

I wasn't worried in the least when Matt swung around aiming his knife in my direction. Matt leans down stowing his knife in his boot. When he returns to full height he uses his body to trap me against the wall.

He informs me that if I want another demonstration of how not small he is between his legs that all I have to do is say the word. My mind take me back to that night after his concert. I open my mouth to tell him dream on instead this is what comes out.

"Word."

In the blink of an eye both of us are completely naked. Kicking my feet off thp wall I force my body against Matt's forcing both of us to the ground. With one slam my pussy engulfs his dick whole. His massive hand grip my hips lifting me off then shoving back onto his cock.

What we're doing isn't some sweet happy bullshit love making. It's pure  unadulterated raunchy fucking and I'm in utter bliss. Matt's member hits places I didn't even know I had.

He's honestly the best screw I've ever and will ever have. The scraping sound of the bones of our hips grinding fills the air. Slapping skin drowns out the panting breaths heaving from both our chests.

Matt's hand pinching my nipples sends me right over the edge straight into rapture. His growled grunt of ecstasy meets my ears a moment later.

"We should kill her together." Matt suggests.

"We do work well as a team." I agree.

"Then it's settled." We both say at the same time.

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