“There’s one more thing, krasótka,” I say as I move the tip of the gun over the soft skin of her thigh. “I have to breed you as soon as possible.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath and nods.
“So you need to come off any contraceptives you are on,” I add, sliding the silencer between her folds. She mewls and her hips jolt sharply, her clit pressing against the cool metal.
“I’m not on any,” she says on a breathy exhale, her voice trembling with need.
My cock spasms. She has been letting me fuck her raw all along. Letting me fill her up knowing what the risk was. But she trusted me enough to let that happen.
Fuck.
Every intention I had of drawing this experience out fizzles away as the urge to come strips me of all sanity. I undo my beltand fly with one hand, tug my cock free from the confines of my pants and spin her around, bending her over the side of the sofa.
I’m in her instantly, lifting one foot onto the sofa for leverage and using one hand to hold my gun against her clit as I plow into her from behind.
I’m railing into her recklessly, thrusting with long strokes that have me pulling out of her wet heat each time, and then entering her again, making her scream with every re-entry.
Callie grinds against my gun, and I can feel how slippery it has become as her juices run down the barrel and onto my hand.
It’s all too much, and I can’t hold back as heat bursts at the base of my spine, my balls tighten, and I unload everything I have into her.
She brings me to my fucking knees every time. The sounds ripping from me are nothing like the masculine control I live my life by, but needy little moans and whimpers that only ever happen when I’m with her. She makes me that way, I realize, still pumping into her with everything I am. She makes me want to fuck her and fill her over and over again, and I know it’s next level.
As the orgasm subsides, my knees begin to give way, and I lower us both to the floor.
I help her turn around, my entire body sensitive, my cock begging for rest, my gun slipping from my hand as I try to hold it against her.
With every clench of her cunt, I jerk, a broken whimper escaping me. I twist the gun, applying more pressure where she needs it most, and she shatters.
She throws her head back and comes on my cock with such force, a scream is torn from her. The orgasm throws her rhythm off, and she slips from my cock and straight onto the silencer ofmy gun. I try to pull it away quickly, but the look on her face makes me hold it still. I press my thumb against her clit, instead.
She is silent now, her mouth open in an “O” of surprise, her eyes glassy with a faraway look as her body convulses through the last waves of pleasure. She drops forward, bracing herself with her hands on my chest. She looks like a fucking queen, trembling on my gun and leaking my cum over my cock and balls.
I cradle her jaw with my free hand, a hand that has ended lives without remorse, and drag her mouth to mine.
Callie
It feels like hours before my brain reengages with the real world, but the clock on the far wall assures me it’s only been forty minutes.
When the silencer, slick with my wetness slid into me, I felt things I couldn’t put words to if I tried.
To go from the thick, hot, fullness of him, to the cold, hard, slim metal… I don’t know if it was that the difference was so jarring, or if it was the thought that there was a fucking gun inside my quivering pussy… I just know I’ll never be the same again.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slowly stroking my hair. I haven’t moved since I collapsed on his chest, the only thing keeping me tethered was the way his heart beats beneath my cheek.
“Again,” I say, still not moving.
“Krasótka,” he laughs lightly. “I can’t come like that and go again straight away. You wreck me every time, drain me completely.”
I try to move my arms, manage to make them twitch into a position that I can crawl.
“Dariy,” I say, loving the way his name sounds coming from my mouth. “I don’t think I’m still here; you need to bring me back.”
I manage to get onto all fours, hands beside his shoulders, knees either side of his pelvis, and look directly into his dangerously pale eyes. He is frowning at me, but something must click as he nods and take my hands in his hips guiding me up until I’m hovering over his face.
“I love how swollen your pussy is after I’ve fucked you,” he says, sending a shiver through my soul.
He lowers me onto his face, eating me out until I’m writhing over him, grinding against his chin. When I come this time, it’s lighter, but no less intense.
