Her breath caught a little. "Do you always carry a gun?"
"When I'm out of the house, I do."
"And do you—" She broke off, swallowing hard. "Do you expect me to carry one as well once I know what I'm doing?"
"You want to, don't you?"
"Yes and no."
"Are you scared?"
"Yes."
"Of me?" I breathed into her ear.
Her breath came stuttering out of her chest. "No."
Unable to help myself, I opened my mouth against the skin on the side of her neck. "What if I picked up a loaded gun? Would you fear me then?"
"No," she whispered, her delicate shivers driving me crazy.
After swirling my tongue along the shell of her ear, I asked, "Why not?"
Her chest heaved with each breath. "You would never hurt me."
"No, I wouldn't. But you said the gun scares you."
"You know how to handle it."
Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to convince myself it was a terrible idea to take her there in the range. "Yes, I know how to handle myself."
"I'm not afraid of you."
Turning in my arms, she looked up into my eyes. I felt the pressure on my chest, the same one I got whenever she was in my personal space. In disbelief, I watched her drop to her knees.
"Good God, baby."
I couldn't calm my racing heart. There was something about the times she initiated sex that made it harder for me to remain in control. As soon as she freed my cock from my sweatpants and held it in her hand, I wanted to blow my load. With her eyes focused on mine, she leaned in and licked the head.
Long and loud, I groaned. Clutching her head, I guided her forward until I was in as deep as I could go. She made a choking noise, but I didn’t pull out.
"Ohh, fuck."
Her mouth was hot and wet; I couldn't withstand the myriad sensations. The tightening in my balls came before I wanted it to, so I shoved it aside. There was a war inside me between letting my eyelids slip closed and watching her swallow my cock, but leaving them open won out by a mile. No way did I want to miss that sight.
"My little fuck toy, so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth."
Pulling out and slamming back in, I set up a pace far more brutal than I should have. Tears trailed down her face, and I knew I would lose it soon. I'd never expected her to swallow before, and I wondered what she would do. Letting go of her head, I tried to warn her in time. "I'm coming, baby, I'm—"
She pulled away, but it was too late. I came all over her shirt, transfixed by the way the thick white ropes stained the black fabric before soaking in.
"Sorry." Quickly, I yanked my t-shirt over my head and offered it to her.
Kinsley removed her shirt carefully and traded me. Silently, I watched her creamy breasts disappear under my shirt.
"You have no idea . . ." Fuck, the feelings of possession rose strong within me at the sight of her in my clothes. Hoisting her up, I yanked her pants off and spread her out on the range’s ledge. She had nowhere to hold on, and her nails scraped over my bare chest as I bent her in half to fuck her with my tongue, desperate to hear her choke out my name. I didn't give her any time to adjust to the awkward position or the assault of my mouth on her wet cunt before I twisted her nipples through my shirt, tugging until they peaked in my fingers.
“God, Burke!”
