Max in a awkward situation.

While making his way through the house Logan had tried to prepare himself for the worst. His headpiece silent he had no idea what to expect. He knew Max could handle herself, two men should have been little more than a nuisance, But there was too many unknowns and Max as much as she liked to believe, was not invincible.

But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he entered the room. Max, his Max, was naked, her back to him she straddled an unknown man. Logan's grip on his gun faltered, she was fucking him.

Logan was frozen, too shocked to move or speak, unable to do anything but watch in horror. Her head leaning forward, her hair to one side he could see the dark tattooed etchings of her barcode. The only mark on her perfectly tanned soft skin, her shoulders rolled slightly a soft moan escaping her lips. Disgusted he watched as the mans hands wrapped around her slender waist, just above her hips. Just below his hands her firm ass sat on his lap.

Logan swallowed, and it felt like slow motion as he watched Max's hips rise slowly, her legs spread. The mans cock coming into view sliding out of her soaking cunt. Max lifted herself up then grinded her hips back down, her entire body shuddering. He could see it in every muscle of her back tense than relax as pleasure surged through them.

"Ohhgod," Max moaned.

Logan felt his knees go weak, she was enjoying it. He couldn't think, could barely breath, Then he heard the soft cocking of a gun behind him.

"Who the hell are you?" a demanding voice whispered from behind him.