The scent of sea salt and butter flooded her nostrils, rich in comparison to everything else as a trickle of creamy precum dripped from his tip. The weapon poised at her head vanished as his hands slammed against the wall above her, ringing out hollow echoes. He held on to the wall as she held onto him.
Elodie balanced on her knees as she started to pump him, shallow and exploring at first—finding a pace while building momentum—then strong and persistent.
She wanted him to feel good. Wanted him to break under her hands, but most of all, she wanted to make more of his seed appear because it made her feel powerful. Feminine. Desired.
Heat sparked between her legs. Her core tied in knots. Essence leaked from her pussy to slick over her folds and run down her inner thighs. She wanted it to be his cum that made her wet. Wanted so badly for it to be his saliva.
The sound of rough, almost painful panting filled her ears as more of his seed beaded from his tip.Gunner’s hips rocked forward, driving her into the wall and she had to scramble and maneuver to balance between each rocking thrust, the space between them closing a little more each time.
His cock hit her nose, then it nudged her cheek, and a wet trail replaced the heavy one left by the muzzle of the gun he still held. And when she licked her lips this time, the taste of him, the real him, covered her tongue.
Elodie parted her mouth and took him in when his cock pistoned forward again. His piercing clanked against her teeth before she jerked forward and it went deeper to run over the roof of her mouth. Sputtering, he pressed onward to take her throat.
She heard him snarl her name.
“Gunner,” she choked over his cock. It stretched her mouth to its limits.
His hand grasped the back of her neck and locked her onto him. His thick tip at the edge of her throat, swallowing and half-gagging around it. Elodie clutched at his exposed length and squeezed, lifting her eyes to find him staring down at her.
He released her abruptly and jerked out from her mouth with one last rough pump. Before she could close her lips Gunner dragged her out into the middle of the room. With her mouth suddenly empty, she reached up to knead the aching joints of her jaw.
Gunner towered above her like a crazed god, nostrils wide and flaring, wearing an insane grin that was offset by eyes so intense it made her heart race.
“Gunner,” she said, lowering her hand, concerned. Just as she was about to rise, he dropped to his knees and shoved her down onto her back, his face disappearing between her legs—thrust apart by his hands.
Elodie braced herself for his tongue, his lips, maybe his hands, but nothing touched her but his heavy, hot breath. It cascaded over her aching flesh. She already yearned for him, clenching in need, and his breath only fanned the flames.
She rose up onto her elbows and found him with his eyes closed, breathing her in. Her thighs shook—the position not entirely comfortable—and her hips buckled as he re-positioned her legs, sending her sprawling back onto the floor.
“What’re you doing?” she squeaked as another plume of hot air fell over her pussy. “Stop smelling and breathing on me!” She squirmed in his grip and sat back up.
“Can’t,” he groaned and another blast of breath hit her. His hands dropped from her legs and an arm came up to band over her pelvis, holding her down. Elodie relaxed her legs into him, her heels back on the floor.
“Look at me,” she urged, watching as his mouth contorted somewhere between a man’s and a beast’s, the sharp points of several inhuman teeth visible.
His eyes refused to meet hers. “You’re so aroused for me.”
The sentiment confused her. “Who else?”
“All mine,” he said as another heavy breath burned her. “This is all for me. Your pretty pink pussy on display, for me. You have no idea how long I have waited for this.”
She pursed her lips. He wasn’t making any sense.
But then he touched her. The ache of her core unraveled with a shriek. She expected the warm touch of prying fingers but what touched her was cold and blunt and hard, with no give whatsoever.
Elodie dropped her head back to the floor as every fiber of her body tensed. It was the gun between her thighs, rubbing her essence over her quim. Gunner was trying to scare her away, warn her off, make her fight him, but instead she wrenched her eyes shut and willingly succumbed. She wanted to feel him, take him inside her, and if she didn’t watch the weapon, she could pretend, again, it was an extension of him.
Itishim.
And she wanted it. Would beg for it. A horrible, tantalizing rush had her bucking again, making his hold on her strengthen.
Gunner dipped the muzzle of his gun up and down the length of her pussy, through her folds. The rounded, hard edges slipping with more ease each time it stopped at her entrance, spreading her wetness over every inch.
Elodie wasn’t afraid. She was as high as a battle flyer on adrenaline-laced stress. Her clawing hands grabbed hold of his wet hair, fingers tangling within, and pulled.
“Christening my favorite toy.” His voice was gruff as he probed her core with the barrel. “Your smell is intoxicating. Feast worthy.” It gained an inch inside of her—quaking and rough. “Kissing my AutoMag and covering it with luck.” Her nails dug into his skull as his words undid her and she arched what little she could into him. “The safety is on, sweetheart, so show me how much you like my gun.”
A heavy wave of heat and shadow loomed over her, darkening her eyelids, and she opened them to see Gunner rising up to shield her body with his twitching, massive form.
