Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
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Nira took Tate all the way into her mouth, fighting the impulse to gag as she felt him thrust his hips more into her, his head hitting the back of her throat, choking her. His fingers gripped in her hair keeping her head placed where he wanted. He couldn't help his uncontrollable need to move in her, his intentions weren't to fuck her mouth, but the temptation was to much for him to fight against.
Her mouth was hot and wet, the more he choked her the more her throat contracted trying to regurgitate the foreign object penetrating it. Her hands were clutching at his thighs, her nails digging in deep, piercing the skin, blood starting to reach the surface.
Tate pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp for much needed air she shouldn't need. In her fragile state he grabbed her underneath her arms, tossing her onto the bed. Amongst the struggle for dominance, the fight for air, her clothes were ripped, torn and pulled from her body.
Tate climbed up Nira's body, laying on top of her. He placed his elbows on the side of her and began to prop himself up.
"Don't." Nira demanded softly, wrapping her arms around Tate's shoulders. "I like how your body feels against mine."
The way his chest laid flush against hers, the weight squishing her breasts into him. Their slick skin allowing ease for their bodies to move against each other without to much friction. Nira began to lift her leg up, tossing it around Tate's waist, consumed by the feel of him in-between her legs. The movement of her hips lifting brought her in perfect alignment with Tate's cock. She was so hot and wet, it wouldn't take much to just slide into her.
Tate began to kiss up her jaw line, running his tongue down her neck, biting her earlobe. He looked directly in her eyes, holding her chin so she couldn't break their contact. "If I wanted to I could just slam my cock in you, take you till your pussy wraps around me and milks me for everything I'm worth."
Tate smiled as her eyes widened in surprise at his words, her hips starting to grind on impulse at the thought of him in her, near her. A desperate whimper leaving her parted lips. Tate grabbed the back of her thigh, lifting her leg up more, gently letting the head of his cock massage her hot entrance, never taking his eyes off her.
"Beg…" The word came out slow, torturous. Tate began to rock his hips, the head moving in just enough to break her from focus but not enough to cover the whole thing.
"What made your pussy get wet even more?"
Tate leaned down running his tongue up the length of her ear, letting his breath hit the wet skin. "Me, forcing you to take my cock?"
He moved his hips into her a bit more, pushing the head all the way in. "Or you having to beg me to take you?"
Nira grabbed his shoulders with all her might, knuckles turning white, nails digging into his flesh. "Do you really have to ask?" It was a hush, low voice that escaped her lips.
Tate pushed in a bit more, watching as her head fell back, nails digging deeper. He didn't expect her to start moving her hips, pulling him in and out of her. It excited him to the core, sparking a burning passion deep inside. He knew it wouldn't be long before he lost control to his darker basic instincts and devour her whole.
"Both." She hissed out through her clenched jaw.
Tate looked at her baffled, more focused on the feel of her trying to ride his cock. It was dirty yet her movements so innocent, curious of what was to come.
Nira took a deep inhale, allowing her chest to expand before letting out one final breath before looking at him. "I need you Tate."
Tate had an intrigued look on his face, he found a new vulnerable side to Nira. "You know what, I'm not ready yet." He slowly pulled himself out of her, pushing himself up with his arms.
As he began to kneel on the bed, Nira's clenched fist made direct contact with his stomach, knocking him off balance, giving her the advantage to pull him down flat on his back on to the bed while he was caught off guard. She had him straddled fast, taking her hand between their bodies she grabbed his cock, his eyes shot up meeting hers as she took him all the way.
Tate's eyes were burning with a mixture of anger and arousal. As she began to rock back and forth grinding herself down more onto him he couldn't resist grabbing her hips, thrusting more into her. Ignoring the aching throb in the pit of his stomach from her punch, he flipped them over.
Nira pouted at him before throwing her head back as she felt him slam into her spot that always made her go unhinged. His hand shot down rubbing at her nub as he felt himself get close, his lips and teethe attacking everything in its reach.
They fell together, each breathlessly saying the others names, tender yet passionate kisses exchanged as their bodies vibrated from the pleasure that surged through their systems.
Tate was the first to climb out of bed, scrambling to find items of clothes for them to wear.
Nira laid in bed watching him, lost in her thoughts. How would it feel to see him die? Different images played in her mind like an old home movie on a projector screen. No matter the scenario she couldn't understand why it made her flinch, a hollow numb void growing in her chest, tightening at the thought of him being hurt at the hands of someone other then herself.
"What are you thinking about." His voice was softer then usual.
Nira brought her thumb to her mouth, chewing gently on her nail. "About ho you need to get some rest, come here."
Tate tossed her a black and green striped sweater and her discarded panties. She lazily put them on opening her arms up for him. He laid his head on her chest, listening to the rhythms of a beating heart giving the illusion blood still coursed through her body as if she was living.
Her arms wrapped around him, her nails tangling and twisting the loose golden locks around her fingers. Gently massaging his scalp as she languidly dragged her nails across. It wasn't long till she lured him into a deep sleep. Even if he persisted he didn't need the rest, she knew better. He had a very long, daunting day before him. A path he would have to travel alone, with out her to aide and push him on.
She envisioned her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing at his face, hands roaming his body as he stands tense, gun trained on the soul he was going to set free, their fear and misery feeding the beast within them. She could feel the blood splatter against them, mixing with the intoxicating taste of his lips, tongues tangling, lapping up all the blood. The smell of the gun after each shot, the sound when he cocks the gun.