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into my opening. As
wet as I was—as stiff as his cock was—it was still a hell of a
tight fit. I was sweating by the time I’d managed to work him
deeply inside, and panting so hard I felt more than a little
lightheaded. I felt like I’d impaled myself on a fence post and had
to concentrate to relax my muscles enough to allow a little
movement.
    Worried that I might have interrupted the
process and he might still escape me, I began moving as soon as I
felt my juices coating him, lifting up and bearing down again so
that my channel stroked his member. I had to fight the urge to
focus on my own pleasure instead of getting him off. Fortunately,
I’d been right. He was about to blow. At just about the same
instant my feverish ride took me to the top, I felt his cock jerk
inside of me. Groaning, fighting the urge to simply hold still so
that I could enjoy the sensations jolting through me, I kept
moving, milking his body until his cock ceased to pump his seed
into me.
    Weak in the aftermath of the best climax I
could remember having in a very long time, I wilted over him,
struggling to catch my breath. His heart hammered in my ear, his
own chest rising and falling in hard gusts.
    I’d just begun to wonder it if was safe to
linger a while longer and take another shot at collecting his seed
when I heard a sound that made every muscle in my body tense for
trouble. Jerking upright, I looked for the source.
    A young female cult member stood just inside
the chapel. As I looked at her, she dropped the jug of water she
had in her hands.
    Adrenaline flooded my blood stream
instantly. I sprang off of my rape victim like he had catapulted me
off with his cock. The girl was still trying to find her voice to
scream when I reached her. Clamping a hand over her mouth just as
she emitted a high pitched mouse squeak, I dug frantically for the
taser. Finally, my hand curled around it and I jerked it from the
belt, released her, and gave her a good jolt.
    She jerked all over, let out another squeak,
this time of fear, and began to wilt toward the floor.
    My ears pricked for trouble. I heard it
bearing down on me. Grabbing a candle stand, I shoved it through
the handles of the double doors, made a half hearted attempt to
stamp out the burning candles I’d poured all over the floor and
dashed back to my victim.
    He looked furious enough to breathe fire.
There was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t the least
bit pleased with me.
    “Hate to eat and run—but gotta go.”
    “You said you would free me,” he
growled.
    I shrugged. “You didn’t give to the cause,”
I pointed out—because there was no way in hell I was going to just
turn the guy loose when he was looking at me with such promise in
his eyes—promise of mayhem and bodily harm.
    On the other hand, I couldn’t bring myself
to leave him at the mercy of those maniacs who obviously didn’t
have any. Digging frantically at my pocket while I listened to the
two guards at the back pounding on the rear door, I finally managed
to unearth a pair of wire cutters.
    My hands shook as I clipped through the
wires wrapped around his wrist. When I’d cut the wire, I had to rap
him smartly on the knuckles to make him let go of my arm because
he’d grabbed it the instant I freed him. Slapping the cutters into
his open palm, I jumped back. “You wanted to free yourself. Do
it.”
    Leaping over him, I dove for the front of
the chapel and wedged another candle holder under those door
handles before they got the idea to run around the building. They
still didn’t appear to have tumbled to the fact that there was an
intruder inside. From what I could hear of their conversation, they
were trying to figure out why the doors were stuck and apparently
thought the girl was lying in front of them.
    When I glanced around again, I saw I’d set
fire to the chapel with the candles I’d dumped.
    “Shit!” The whatever-he-was, had already
gotten his other wrist free and was working on his