11. Deckard

M y obsession with Cairo runs deep. I've known her for longer than most people know their own kids. Meeting and becoming best friends with her brother during our first tour in Iraq meant that when he took leave, I followed. I had no family back home and enlisted so I had something to do with my life.

The first break we had was at Christmas, I remember it like it was yesterday. His entire family welcomed me with open arms when they barely even knew me. That's where I first met Cairo, she was eighteen then, and I twenty-one. Watching her walk down the stairs in an oversized Harvard sweatshirt and leggings, it was like I was looking at an angel.

Sam introduced us both and she immediately hugged me. ‘Sam loves bringing home strays. So, welcome home.' The first words she ever said to me. ‘ Welcome home. ' From then on, every single tour, we wrote to each other. I called her when things were rough, and we built something special. A friendship. Sam was fully aware of this and had no problems.

What he wasn't aware of, was the moment I fell in love with Cairo. We facetimed one evening, for some reason things were different between us. She was twenty at that point and I guess Sam overheard me asking her out on a date. We fought, but I refused to hit him back. Apologising the whole time and I just let him take his anger out on me.

The moment the stray bullet pierced his neck, I knew there was no saving him. We took heavy gunfire and lost eight men that night. People died all because I fell in love with my best friend's sister.

"Leave!" I bellow to the people by the door. I plan on fucking her and I'll be damned if I allow anyone to see what's mine. Not willing to waste any more time. I need her.

The people begin to scramble through the door and the moment the metal lock clicks into place, I release the breath I'm holding. I'll reveal myself to her soon and the moment she knows who I am, is the moment she will realise I'm never letting her go again.

Dragging her back to the large air con unit, I bend her over it, moving my hand to the back of her neck and holding her in place. My groin and hips pressing against her ass and thighs and fuck, if she doesn't look perfect in this position.

"Get the fuck off me asshole!" she shouts, but I know she doesn't mean that. She has a safe word; she can use it at any time.

"Say it then!" I goad her, positioning my chest over her back. Her cheek pressed against the cold steel. "Say your safe word Cairo and I'll stop touching you." I lean forward, waiting for the word to come.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she bites on her lower lip. "Get fucked!" she snaps, pressing her palms against the top of the unit, trying to push herself up.

"Oh I plan to peque?a … I plan to shove my cock so deep in that tight little cunt of yours, that I have you asking for… no, begging for more."

I move my foot between her legs and slide it against her right foot, opening her up for me, using my free hand to bunch the velvet fabric of her dress up and over her delicious ass. "Don't fucking move." Removing the knife from my hip, I bring it to her eyeline. "Do you understand? This is not a fucking game. Stay. Still."

My demands clear and understood because she nods her head. Leaning back, I grab her right ass cheek and stretch the skin. The moment the tip of my hunting knife pierces the flesh on her ass, she cries out.

"Ow! You motherfucker!" she curses. "What the fuck are you doing?" Struggling within my grasp.

I jump up from a crouched position and bring the knife to her face. I have a grin on my face I wish she could see. "I said stay still, Cairo!" I bark. "Or I'll cut this beautiful fucking face!" She immediately stills. "Good girl."

Squatting back down, I continue. I don't cut her too deep, just enough to leave a scar. To mark her as mine, to show her that when she finally sees who I am, that her body belongs to me and only me.

Carving my initials into her skin is really going to piss her off but I don't give a fuck. She does what I say, keeping as still as possible as I work my masterpiece. Not moving an inch until, I'm done. I smile under the fabric of my balaclava at my work. Blood smearing all over the back of her thigh.

"Such a good fucking girl, Cairo," I praise her, because that's what she needs right now.

Dropping to my knees, I spread her pussy open with my thumbs, desperate to see if that turned her on as much as it did me. And low and behold, she drenched. "Look at your cunt, dripping wet," I croon. "You were made for me."

Pulling the balaclava up and over my mouth, I dive in devouring her like a feral animal.

This time though, my earpiece is definitely off.

Sliding my flattened tongue up the entirety of her pussy, I suck every ounce of early release from her. Revelling in her taste, my moans mixing with hers while I tongue fuck her in intervals. Reaching between her legs, I press two fingers to her bundle of nerves, and she instantly pushes back against my face.

"Yes, right there!"

Pressing one hand to each cheek, I spread her wide and trail my tongue up and over her asshole. Growling at the taste. "Fuck peque?o, you taste so good on my tongue."

Dropping the knife from my hand, I wrap both my arms just above her ass, clasping them together so she is unable to move. Thus forcing her pussy closer to my face. Her moans and cries sail into my ears and I'll happily suffocate like this.

"Oh fuck!" She mewls, her hand reaching back, gripping the top of my balaclava. "Yes!" she screams. Pulling back, I shove two fingers deep inside her pussy, curving them down this time because I need her to come before I fuck her. "Ah, fuck Deckard!"

The name she's calling isn't me, but I'll rectify that the next time I fuck her. I begin fingering her faster, watching and waiting for her to gush.

"I want you to come for me, Cairo!" I shout, not giving a damn who hears the sounds she's making. "Right now!" I feel her walls tighten, her knees slowly begin the bend and the sound of her nails scratching against the metal send shivers down my back.

"Yes, Yes, Yes!!" She chants, coming undone in front of me and squirting yet again. Who knew my girl was such a waterworks professional?

Grabbing the knife from beside her foot, I stand up, unbuttoning my cargos. "Push yourself back on your forearms. Palms down and widen your legs," I demand. "Are you on the pill?"

Nothing.

"Cairo, are you on the pill?"

Nothing.

Lifting my hand, I spank her, hard, on the ass cheek that I branded, and she cries out. "YES!" she shouts, tears spilling over her lashes. "Yes, I'm on the pill so will you fill my cunt up and fuck me already!"

My deep laughter makes my chest shudder. "Look at you, so desperate to become my little cum bucket," I speak through my laugh. Palming my cock, I don't need to get myself ready, I have been since I saw her. Lining up my cock with her entrance I smile. I've been waiting to fuck her for years and now I finally get to. "Deep breath, Cairo."

"What, why do I need to-"

In one swift movement, I ram my cock to the hilt inside her, thrusting so deep she screams. She's wet enough to take me in one go, her scream mixed with the guttural undertone of my growl sends me into oblivion.

"Fuck, baby!" I growl. "Look at how you take every inch of me so fucking well." I pull out agonisingly slow and I know I'm not going to last long. "Such a good girl taking my cock like a hungry little slut!"

I slam back into her and her head and back arch into a capital C. I feel the moment she clenches around me. Sucking me inside her to keep her there.

"You feel so fucking good, Deckard."

Her words, praising me!

"Please don't stop… please."

I grip her hips, working her slowly, building the pressure inside her and feeling how she constricts with every pullout. Her fucking cunt feels like heaven wrapped around me and I'm so fucking close to coming, I need to calm down.

I need to be deeper.

Bending, I press my hand behind her thigh, bringing her leg up and onto the unit. Repositioning myself deeper, I hit the spot I was aiming for, and my head drops back.

"Yes!" I call out into the night. The fabric of my balaclava still pushed up to reveal my mouth. Turning, her eyes meet mine and she grabs my wrist, hoisting herself back and as close to my chest as she can. I drag the front of her dress down, releasing her perfectly sized breasts, pinching the left nipple and rolling it between my fingers.

"Please don't stop!" Her eyes rolling and lashes fluttering. "More. Deckard, I need more." Her voice is hoarse, desperate.

I growl in her ear. "Look at you. One taste of my cock down your whore throat and you're so fucking needy for my cum too." I start thrusting in and out of her. Each time I pull out, I force myself back in even harder.

"Fuck that feels so fucking good!" Our heavy breathing coming in short bursts as I thrust myself into her.

She wants more, I'll give her more.

I still, pressing one of my hands against her ass cheek and spreading it. Gathering spit into my mouth, I release it onto her asshole. I press my finger against her back hole, pushing my finger inside slowly.

"Oh. My. God." Her breaths short.

Slowly, I thrust in and out her, taking it nice and slow. Mainly for her benefit because I want her to enjoy this as much as I will when I do it. "You're such a good girl, Cairo."

"More," the word barely a whisper now. So I give her what she asks and slide another finger inside her back hole and pump in and out of her, fucking her with my fingers and cock at the same time. Stretching her out to take what I'm about to give her.

Pulling my fingers free, I spit on her hole again, spinning the knife in my hand, I press the hilt of the handle against her hole. "Deep breaths for me." I whisper softly. I don't want this to hurt, but seeing as another guy isn't fucking her, the handle of the knife will have to do. I slowly begin pressing it against her asshole. "Breathe, baby."

I continue fucking her nice and slow, making sure to keep her relaxed as it makes entry into her ass much easier if the muscles are relaxed. Her moans becoming whimpers and the moment the handle of my knife enters her asshole she clenches around me so tight she might squeeze the cum right out of me.

"Deck… fuck… I can't," she stutters as I slowly pick up the pace.

"Yes you can, baby," I confirm for her. "You're doing so fucking well." Taking my gloved hand, I grip the steel and slowly begin to pump in and out. My thrusts matching the movement of the handle.

Her breathing becomes faster and faster as I feel her getting tighter with each stroke of my cock deep within her channel. The pressure of both her holes being filled sends me fucking feral. I want to fuck her, roughly, but right now this is about her. Her pleasure, her desire. Her body reacting to me the way I always knew she would and even though she doesn't know who I am. Her body does.

"I, oh my god, please…" she begs.

"Please what baby," I smirk again. "Tell me what you want."

"I- I need… fuck that feels good, what is-"

"It's the handle of my knife baby, right in that tight little ass of yours. And one day, I'm going to fill it with my cock."

Fucking her in that round, juicy ass will send me over the edge I just know it. Slowly removing the handle and throwing it to the floor, I snake my hand under her arm, wrapping it tightly around her neck and begin to choke her. Cutting off her air supply, I fuck her like a man possessed. I want to feel her break apart around me and then when she's done, I'll get mine.

Her first.

Always her first.

"Strangle my fucking cock, Cairo. Take every."

Thrust.

"Fuckin."

Thrust.

"Inch."

Thrust.

"Of me."

Our thighs slapping together, my balls hitting her pussy as I fuck her. I continue the assault on her cunt. The cunt that belongs to me. I know she's probably gasping for air, but this will make it so much sweeter for her.

The moment I feel her abdominals tighten, her pussy clench and her nails dig into the skin on my wrist. I make two more deep pumps inside her.

"Come all over my cock, Cairo," I whisper in her ear. Those words being her undoing as I release her throat. The most guttural scream emanates from her as I continue to fuck her through the most intense orgasm I've ever witnessed. Her thighs and body are shaking as she squeezes me so tight, she pushes me out of her. Her release splashing all over my combat boots.

I grab the back of her neck and immediately force her to her knees in front of me "Clean yourself off of me." I point to myself, her cum coating my swollen shaft. I'll give it to her though, as fucked as she is right now, she wraps her delicate hands around me and opens her mouth.

Flattening her tongue she begins licking her cum from every inch of me and not only does it feel fucking incredible having her on me like that, but she knows exactly what to fucking do with a cock.

Which makes me wonder how many times she's done this. Doesn't matter though as I will be the last man she does this to for the rest of her life. Just before she's about to put me inside her mouth, I lean down and grab the underside of her jaw, bringing her lips to mine and shoving my tongue in her mouth. Tasting the sweet honey release of her and moaning deeply into her mouth.

Pulling away, I stare into her eyes. "I own you. I own your cunt, your asshole, this mouth, and throat. So you're going to be a good little whore and suck the fucking cum out of me."

She immediately nods and I stand up straight. In a split second she's grabbing onto my hips and deep throating me. With each bob up and down I feel her nose brush against my pubic bone and I'm in fucking heaven.

"Fuck!" I shout, the sounds of her garbled choking causes me to look down at the sight below. Saliva pours from the corners of her mouth and drop down to her jaw. Pulling back, strings of it stay connected and she sucks it right back off spitting it onto the tip.

"Jesus Cairo, don't stop." Now I'm the one begging her. "Make me come down that-" I don't get to finish before her saliva covered hand cups my balls and I feel that familiar ache in my chest. "That's it, keep going baby, shit!" I grab the back of her head. "Hands behind your back, mouth open and fucking take it." I demand, her reaction immediate and I rain down an aggressive assault that has her coughing and heaving.

My balls draw up against her chin and I squirt ropes of cum down the back of her throat with a loud grunt. Her hands fly to my legs, nails digging into the fabric of my thighs, no doubt creating marks on the skin below.

"That's it, take it all. Fucking swallow every last drop, baby."

I feel her heave one last time, but she takes everything. I instantly pull back, the piercings on the underside of my shaft clicking against her teeth. She falls forward, inhaling a deep and heavy breath. Both of us in the same space. My heart pounding against my chest so fast I fear it might burst.

Did I go too hard on her? Too rough?

Will she forgive me when she finds out who I am.

I can't lose her again. That's when I hear it, the sweet sound of her perfect laughter. Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, she looks up at me with a bright smile and a tear-streaked face.

After a few moments of getting our bearings and our breathing getting back to normal. I help her up from the floor and sit her on the aircon unit. Pulling my balaclava back into position.

"Are you going to tell me who you are?" she chuckles. "I'd at least like to know who just gave me the best fuck of my life."

"I don't think right now is a good idea." I tilt my head, brushing the hair from her face. I look on her wrist to see a hair tie, which is typical for women. They always have one handy. I pull her hair back into the neatest pony I can muster, gently removing the tie from her wrist and securing it in her hair.

Pressing my hands to her cheeks, I run my thumbs under her eyes and clear the tear stains as best as I can. I let my guard down for a single second, getting lost in her eyes and the moment I do, the fabric of the balaclava is torn from my face.

My eyes widen and so do hers.