The roar of the gunfire upstairs was deafening, but Ethan could barely hear it. His world had shrunk to the wet heat of Cassandra's mouth and the veiny feel of his own dick in his hand. She was on her knees, one step below, looking up at him with a mix of devotion and savage lust as he leaned against a beam, firing upward with one hand.
"Fuck, yeah," Ethan growled, feeling Cassandra's tongue explore every inch of his cockhead. "Keep it up, you slut. You love sucking my dick while we're about to be killed, you're a total whore."
Cassandra didn't answer, she just started sucking harder.
More guards appeared at the top of the stairs. Ethan squeezed the trigger without flinching. The recoil of his rifle vibrated through his body, an adrenaline rush from being on the brink of death that mixed with the pleasure Cassandra was giving him. A bullet slammed into his shoulder, opening a steaming hole. The pain was sharp, but it only turned him on more. He laughed, a low, animal sound.
