Free Deadly by Ker Dukey

when every inch of her skin touches mine. Her legs wind around me, her body reacting to mine, knowing we need to be connected. I aid her, lifting her and holding her body against mine as I push straight inside her, swallowing her gasp with my mouth.
    The water cascades over us, creating a cocoon, a small piece of solace. Just for a short while we are just Blake and Mel, a man and woman beaten down by life, frayed and battered souls clinging to each other for comfort.
    I push deep and savor the heat of her walls contracting over my shaft, squeezing and demanding more. Her heavy tits push into my chest, her nipples peaking from the friction of our bodies gliding over each other’s. My lips devour hers, our tongues dancing together. I would never get my fill of her, she was still the girl who captivated and captured the man in me with just a look. Those green eyes, heavy lidded and staring at me ignites a fire so wild inside me only she can tame it.
    “I love you,” I implore, thrusting harder and harder, the pleasure building, tightening my balls. Heat builds and grows with every plunge into her wet heat. Her sweet pussy pulls me in, massaging my length. Her nails dig into my shoulders and I know she’s almost there. I slip my hand between our bodies and pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger for a few seconds before releasing it and rubbing vigorously over the hood of her clit. Her pussy clamps onto me, demanding my release as her cum heats and slickens my dick. I follow her over with a growl. My legs almost buckle so I take us down to the floor, pulling her onto my lap.
    “We need to let them help her, Blake. It kills me to think of her in a place like that but what’s the alternative? Let her keep killing people? It’s selfish of us to ignore what’s she’s done. Those people have mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters who will never see them again because of our daughter. I love her no matter what she’s done and I want to save her. I want to tell you to get her out of there somehow and let her run but you did that before and look what happened.” A shiver races through her body. “How many people has she killed, Blake?”
    I shake my head and pull her head down so she can bury herself in the crook of my neck. “I don’t know, baby, a lot.”
    A sob racks through her body, vibrating every part of her frame. I hold her and hope the water can wash away some of her sorrow.
    “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”
    “Nothing.” Her head comes up and her palms grip either side of my face. “I want you to do nothing. She’s where she needs to be and we can make sure she gets the help that she needs, that she’s well taken care of in there. It’s all we can do now.”
    “They don’t know who she is, they only know her as the last I.D I created of her.”
    Her eyes probe mine and I can almost feel the skin sting from phantom hits I know she wants to shower down on me. “How many I.Ds has she had?”
    “None of that matters now.”
    “It all matters but not right now. But you are going to tell me everything Blake, you need to. To repair us I need to know everything.”
    “Okay. Okay I’ll tell you everything.”

I’m going out my fucking mind. I can’t get to her. She’ll be drowning without me and I can’t fucking get to her.
    Grabbing the nearest object I launch it at the wall. The pinch from my homemade stitches pulling irritates me. I don’t have time for this shit and now blood is soaking through my shirt at a rapid rate. Fuck! Melody must have some shit around here I can use to re-stitch the wound but she went deep and the blood coating my mouth tells me I’m still bleeding internally. I need a hospital. They’ve been gone ages. I expected Blake to come crashing in here, guns blazing hours ago but nothing. He wasn’t answering his phone and when I call the station they won’t give me any information on people being held there.
    The front door opens and Blake, followed