Collin was over by the chopping block, stacks of dead wood by his feet, and the axe he had found while they had been going through the things on the second level, tightly grasped in his hand. He was shirtless and stacked the last of the lumber by the side of the church. Sweat glistened off of his body, and the sight of his muscles bulging had Rebecca on edge with desire and heat. She moved over to the edge of the woods, walked past the evergreens and blue spruces, and stopped at the grave of the reverend that they had found at the church all those months ago. Rebecca had come to this spot numerous times since being here, maybe to pay her respects for a man that had clearly killed himself, maybe not able handle to stress of a new world that probably felt like hell itself. She hadn’t ever been a religious person, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t give her respects, and say a little prayer and thanks to the man who had clearly built this church and called it home.

  When she moved away from the grave she saw Collin was now stacking several logs against the church. They had reinforced it to the max, and she had never felt as safe as she did with this new home, and with this man in her life.

  Collin looked over at her, grinned, and tilted his head over to the lake. He set down the axe and moved over to her with determination. Instantly her heart started to thunder. In the last seven months or so since they had been living in this church alone and together, she had become closer to Collin than to any other person she had ever met. It was strange to be with someone in a world like this, to know him so intimately and trust him implicitly after less than a year. Evil was right at her doorstep, but they got through it one day at a time, and were there for each other. He might have come to her one day, saved her life by killing others, but in that time she had come to realize that there was no other person for her aside from Collin.

  There was always the risk of being found, or someone challenging them for their home and supplies, but they were not about to let this place go without a fight. They had lasted this long in a grief-filled and violent world, and it was eat or be eaten. She and Collin were not going to be eaten. They grew their own vegetables, caught their own fish and hunted their own game, and even had a rain barrel made up for the water. When they were forced to move into a town and scavenge for supplies, they did it diligently, quickly, and always had each other’s backs. They were a team, and although Collin was fiercely protective of her, he gave her room to take care of herself when the time called for it.

  Collin stopped in front of her, the sweat glistening from his body, the knives he had strapped to his hips reflecting in the sun. “Have I told you today that I love you?”

  He didn’t say it with sweetness in his voice, but with possession and dominance, and for some reason that always had a thrill of arousal and warmth moving through her. He didn’t give her a chance to respond, because in the next instant he was gripping her behind the neck, pulling her forward, and kissing her. He claimed her in every way, in the only way Collin ever did. He wasn’t a man that said saccharine words often, and he wasn’t a man that cowered. He was fierce and strong, and dangerous in everything he did. Would Rebecca still be alive right now if she hadn’t been with him? She didn’t know. She might have lived for over a year before meeting him, but she had been in a rut of her own, caused by the isolation and loneliness of the world they now lived in.

  He kissed her long and hard, made her feel as though she was the only one in this world that held his attention. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts to his hard, muscular chest. When their clothing was off, and they were wading in the too cold water, Collin gripped her ass with both of his hands and pulled her close.

  The water lapped at her flesh, and just as her body was relaxing, she felt Collin move his fingers between her thighs. He held her tightly, pulled her even closer to him still, and she felt his stiff erection pressing against her belly. Rebecca pulled back and stared into his eyes. He clenched his jaw, as if he were trying to control himself.

  He moved them to a corner where an outcropping of rock sat, pressed her back to the smooth surface, and claimed her mouth with his again. She wrapped her legs around his waist as their kiss intensified. He broke away, trailing his lips down her neck, and cupped her breasts in his big hands.

  “If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

  It sounded good to her, but she didn’t voice her opinion, just wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She let her head fall back, and she closed her eyes. He lifted his mouth from her neck, and in the next instant he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  She looked into the water, seeing his blond hair beneath the surface, darker now that it was wet, and watched while he suckled at her breast. She gasped and moaned deeply, while his teeth scraped over the sensitive bud. He brought his head out of the water, the liquid dripping down his face, his expression intense. His mouth was on hers in an instant, and she felt the tip of his shaft press against her pussy’s opening. But before he could fuck her he had them out of the water, carried her in his arms and into the church. He set them on the makeshift bed they had made together, stared down at her pussy that was spread for him, creamy just for him. He growled low. And then he was on top of her, kissing her, and spreading her thighs wide with his narrow hips, and placing the tip of his cock at her entrance.

  “I won’t let anyone else have you. Ever.” He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. The air felt ice cold against her back, or maybe her flesh was just too overheated. She wasn’t about to tell him it was just them against the world, that there was no one else that would come for her, and she kept her mouth closed. She liked hearing his declarations, loved that they were here alone, rarely saw humans anymore, but that he needed to tell her that she was only his. Rebecca spread her thighs wide so Collin could fit between them. An involuntary gasp left her when his cock pressed against her slick folds, moving away from the entrance of her pussy.

  “Fuck, baby.” He panted against her chest, right above her breasts, and her nipples tingled from the close proximity. “You’re so wet and hot. I want to taste you, baby.”

  She would have let him do anything at that moment. Her mind was on hiatus, and her body was now running the show.

  “I want to hear you say it.” He was slowly moving his lips down her chest. The warm, little puffs of air from his mouth warmed her flesh, and had blood rushing to the surface. Her back bowed when he latched his lips around her aching nipple, all she could do was grip his hair and bite her lip to hold off from crying out in pleasure. Over and over, he tormented her body, alternating between breasts, and sucking her nipples so hard the pain and pleasure morphed into one.

  “Tell me, baby. Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy.”

  His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her and she found herself lifting her hips and crying out. “God, yes.”

  He was poised an inch from her pussy opening, and his voice sent vibrations through her clit, causing the bud to swell. He licked her from the entrance of her pussy to her clit, and then slid it back down again. Collin repeated this action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly. “Please, God, I’m going to come.”

  Collin had her clit in his mouth and a finger pressed into her body. He sucked harder and faster. He added a second finger, and the stretch of the penetration from those digits had her exploding. Ecstasy washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, even her sanity. He didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop even after she begged him. Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading her brow, Rebecca finally felt him move up her body. His mouth claimed hers, and she tasted herself on his lips. It was unexpected, but certainly not unpleasant. In fact, she gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider. His flavor mingled with hers, creating a plethora of sensation that burst along her tongue. Lifting her hips and grinding her still sensitive pussy on his cock, anticipation slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of himself at her entrance once more.

  When he slowly pushed into her, she brought her teeth down on his lip, biting gently as she groaned in relief. He thrust all the way into her, and her inner muscles squeezed his dick in approval.

  “You feel so good, baby.” His voice was a hoarse whisper against her ear, sending delightful shivers through her body. He pumped his hips, slowly at first, and then picked up speed.

  Rebecca gripped his shoulders, feeling her orgasm build ferociously. “I’m going to come.” She was gasping for air now.

  His mouth was still by her ear, his breath ragged, as he spoke. “I want you to come all over me, baby. I want to feel that tight little cunt of yours milk my cock.” He bit her earlobe gently, and she came. His mouth crashed down on hers, and a moan bubbled from her throat. His hands tightened on her waist, and he thrust once more into her before pulling out of her. Collin rose above her, his hand on his cock, and started stroking himself wildly. They had to be careful of pregnancy, because bringing a baby into this world was not what she wanted right now. The condoms she had found all of those months ago had already been used. He stroked himself fiercely until arcs of cum shot out of the tip of his massive cock and landed on her belly.

  Both of them breathed heavily, and then he sagged against her. For several minutes they just lay there, his cum cooling on her skin, but her energy fading. She didn’t care that his seed covered her, didn’t care that she should clean up. She just wanted to be with him right now and bask in the afterglow of being claimed by Collin.

  He pulled a blanket over them, and within minutes that pleasure-filled contentment settled into her. Rebecca didn’t let the devastation of their world control her; she couldn’t allow it. It was now one hell of a world, but as long as she had Collin beside her, being there for her in every way imaginable, she could get through anything. A smile curved her mouth, and she closed her eyes. It was definitely a fucked up world, but she knew that they were doing a damn good job of making it work.

  The End

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