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anything in the world except Finn and what he was doing to me: how he was fucking me, how he was spanking me, how he was making me his. I groaned and yelped and squealed as he laid into me, spanking my soft ass, leaving deliciously throbbing red welts in the shape of his hand.
     
    Each time he spanked me, my pussy throbbed around his cock. I groaned with delight and moaned harder and harder, finding myself getting closer and closer to my end.
     
    “Fuck,” Finn murmured. I could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of me. It looked like I wasn’t the only one getting close.
     
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned along with him as I felt myself begin to cum, my hips bucking against his, trying to milk his cock as I came, trying to take him deeper and deeper inside of me. Finally, I felt his own cock start to cum, start to pulse inside of me. He swelled and expanded inside of my tightness, my wet core trying its best to suck down his cum as it spilled out of his cock. I felt like he was injecting me with his seed and I could only moan, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks and allow his cock to invade me even more deeply, delivering his seed even deeper into my womb, into my wet depths.
     
    Finally, he pulled out of me with an audible pop. I sighed and collapsed on the bed, cum dribbling out of my pussy. He collapsed next to me. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit up, even though the sign on our room’s wall clearly prohibited smoking.
     
    “That was amazing,” I whispered, cuddling close to him. I nuzzled my face into the crook of him arm as he took long, slow drags on his cigarette. “You weren’t really going to shoot me?”
     
    “I thought about it,” Finn said casually. I gave him a look of horror and he chuckled softly. “No, no, I wasn’t. I’m kidding. Chill out.”
     
    He handed the cigarette to me and I took a long drag took. It had been years since I’d had a cigarette and I coughed, choking on the hot smoke gagging my throat.
     
    “It’s an acquired taste, sister,” Finn said with a soft laugh.
     
    We kissed again and he let the smoke from his mouth drift into mine.
     
    It was then that we heard something outside. Finn’s left eyebrow drifted up and we both looked at the door. We heard voices outside.
     
    “It’s probably nothing,” Finn muttered. “But still…” He clicked the lights off and the motel room was plunged into darkness.
     
    Then, we heard someone tinkering with the door.
     
    “Shit,” grunted Finn. “The gun. Where did you put the gun?”
     
    “Fuck, I don’t remember…” I whispered back, panicking. “On the floor somewhere. I don’t remember.”
     
    “We gotta’ find it.”
     
    I rolled off the bed and started looking around frantically in the dark, my fingers scraping through the cheap carpet as I hunted for the pistol.
     
    Suddenly, the door burst open. There was a second of stillness as the light from the parking lot outside spilled into the room. Finn immediately rolled off the bed, landing beside me.
     
    And it was good that he did, because moments later, gunfire filled the room.
     
    “Shit!” Finn yelled. “Marie, the gun!”
     
    Finally, I found it. My fingers closed around the hard metal stock. I picked it up, savoring its weight in my hand. It somehow felt… Natural. Without thinking, I leveled the barrel of the gun directly at the door to the motel. There was a pause in the gunfire—the intruders must have stopped to reload. I unleashed hell, squeezing the trigger over and over again, not really aiming at anything but just trying to spray as much gunfire at our attackers as possible. I squeezed my eyes shut, said a silent prayer, and the gun jerked in my hands.
     
    When I opened my eyes, our attackers lay in a bloody heap in the doorway. Finn clicked on the lights once more and a grisly scene greeted our eyes. I let out a strangled cry and looked away.
     
    “That was some good shooting, sister,”