Chapter 61: Enemy

"Ahh," he moaned as his c*ck pressed against her p*ssy. He pushed deeper into her, his length vanishing inside her. Her cheeks were flushed as he looked down at her. "Is this all right?" he inquired. Mike was worried if he was hurting her, but Denise simply drew him down and kissed him roughly. "Perfect," she murmured as Mike tried to push the rest of himself into her before slowly pulling out.

His c*ck was encrusted in her cum as he managed to push in and out, going faster and slightly harder each time.

She moaned and tucked her legs around him as he continued to f*ck her. Mike could feel her p*ssy tightening up and throb around him. Sweat soon covered their bodies, her legs started shaking, and moans filled the room.

As he pushed into her again and again, her fingers went down to her clit and she began to squeeze herself. Mike then leaned in and kissed her once more. She snatched at the bottom of his lip. "I'd like you to f*ck me deeper, love," she pleaded.

Mike then smiled and complied with her request, gently squeezing her boobs. She quickly put her hand on top of him and squeezed it tighter. Mike could feel her p*ssy pulsing as he pushed his length deeper and deeper, his c*ck throbbing in the excitement of release. As she approached, he noticed her breaths slowing and her body relaxing. She couldn't help herself. As he felt her p*ssy get so tight, her juice ran down her a$$ and onto the sheets and blankets, and he came, he came inside her.

Mike moaned and drew himself away from her, releasing his grip on her throat. She moans, quickly inhaling. She sat down, and her legs twitched as he sat down beside her. "It was a f*cking feeling of euphoria, sweetie," he murmured, Denise was like a drug to him, he was high on the sensation.

"Wow, that was amazing," Denise said, panting as Mike lay beside her. She just chuckled and didn't move. She then leaned down and kissed him, pushing herself up on her elbows. This kiss was gentle and soft. She slumped back down, unable to move, staring up at the dark ceiling.

After a while, Mike spoke up, "Let's take a shower." We were just lying in each other's arms. She nodded as she looked up at him. He was the first to stand, and he sat upright, watching her groan. She threw her legs off the side of the bed and stood up slowly, feeling weak.

Mike was the first to enter the shower, turning on the light and letting the warm and pleasurable water pour down on him. He drew his head back, allowing the water to wash away his chest.

She entered the room quickly.

Shower gradually. She lowered her gaze to his c*ck. It was difficult once more, and here she was, naked. She knew what he was up to as he drew her into him and watched the water run down her, down her breasts. "I love you," she said quickly while Mike smiled. "I adore you as well."

She encircled his neck and drew him into her embrace. She kissed him again, hungrily, as his c*ck brushed against her cave, wanting to take her again.

That's exactly what Mike did. He had her hunched over, her hands on the shower's glass wall, and his length was once again in her. He then took a fistful of her wet hair and drew her head back slightly. The water was hot as it poured down on him, intensifying every orgasm. Mike panted as he felt himself approaching once more.

They came together again as he pushed into her. He took a deep breath and leaned against the shower's opposite wall. She sat up straight and panted. She was leaning against the glass wall behind her, facing him. "That's enough, I can't take it any longer," Denise said as Mike laughed at her reaction. Denise was already drained.

Light flooded into their room, jolting him awake. He blinked, his eyes heavy, and felt an arm across his chest. When he looked to the side, he noticed Denise dozing off. As she took slow breaths, the sheets became tangled around them. Mike smiled to himself as he brushed back her hair, revealing her face. "Every aspect of her was lovely," he thought to himself as she stirred slightly before turning around.

Mike sat up straight, recalling everything they had done. "F*ck, if she's not pregnant, I wanted more; I wanted her every night," he shook his head.

Mike then took a quick shower because last night's shower had been a little hot. He then changed into a comfortable T-shirt and proceeded to the kitchen. Mike began preparing breakfast because it was just her and him here. After all, Ronnie and Samantha were on vacation. Mike hummed a tune while cracking eggs and making a fresh cup of coffee.

"Someone's in a positive mood," Denise exclaimed. He then turned to face her, who was standing with his T-shirt on her body. It may have been too big for her.

She giggled as she walked barefoot to the kitchen island. She sat down slowly on the stool. "Are you okay? I didn't think you'd be up so early," Mike asked as he watched her eyes scan the room. She smiled as they decided to settle on him. She only smiled.

"I'm fine; last night was fun," she said, smiling. He hummed as he handed her a mug of steaming black coffee. She cocked her head at me as she handed her a plate of jumbled eggs and bacon. "Did you make this?" she asked, looking more awestruck than anything else.

He took a seat across from her and reached for his fork. "Yes," he replied, and she smiled. "Wow, my husband was such a loving and caring man," Denise remarked.

"I'm always loving and caring, sweetie," Mike replied as Denise ate the eggs with a smile. He took a sip of his coffee and set the mug down.

She raised her head at him and shook her head. Before she could say anything, they heard a loud bang outside, followed by Mike quickly picking up his gun from behind him and walking out.

Mike then noticed Ryan holding one of Mike's guards by the neck and pushing him against a wall. Mike then raised his gun, but Ryan resisted. "Why are you here, traitor!" Mike yelled angrily as he hurriedly hid Denise behind his back.

He could feel his wife's hands trembling with fear as he noticed how scared she was. Mike whispered, "Relax, sweetie; I'm here to protect you."

"I'm asking you again, Ryan, why you're here?" he asked, his eyes serious.

"Where is Claire?" Ryan asked, looking at Denise.