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“Fuck—” I think she starts to tell me to fuck off, or maybe fuck you, but right then is when the orgasm hits her, and it stifles down whatever insult she was about to say. Instead of finishing what she tried to say before, she says it again, “Fuck!” Her body shakes on the table, her thighs trembling around me as the pleasure explodes within her.
It is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The bulge in my pants is evidence enough.
“That’s my girl,” I praise her, watching as she slowly opens her eyes. “But I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet.” I move the gun away from her apex and drop my hand from her neck. I set the gun aside and pull away, giving her enough space so that I can pull her off the table and onto her own two feet.
Whatever question she might have she doesn’t need to voice, because without a warning I spin her around and work at yanking off her clothes. Her shirt, her bra, and then those thin leggings. Once she’s free of all clothing, I force her to bend over the table, laying her top half down, her firm, round ass front and center before me.
My cock strains against my pants. Fuck. Having her in this position…
I didn’t plan on fucking her tonight; I wanted to get to the bottom of her sour attitude, but it looks like tonight will be another wild one. Hey, when it comes to Thea, I lose all self-control, what can I say?
I kick open her legs a bit the same moment I pick up my gun. Leaning over her, I whisper, “Keep your hands on the table, Thea. I’ll decide when you’ve learned your lesson.”
All she does is breathe hard—though she breathes even harder when I press the barrel of the gun against her slick folds. Now that there’s no cloth between the metal and her skin, I’m certain it’s a different sort of sensation, something she’s not quite used to. I put pressure on her apex through the gun, doing the same thing I did before, only with her totally bare and at my mercy.
Thea moans out her pleasure, and the sound is music to my ears. I can’t get enough. Watching her come undone is a drug to me; I need more. I’ll never have my fill. She’s made me an addict with a severe addiction that came out of nowhere.
It’s not long before the sounds of her slickness fill the air, mingling with her moaning, and I know she’s aroused, turned on by how I’m using my gun, whether she wants to be or not. If she was in her right mind, I bet she’d hate it, but it’s very clear she’s caught in the throes of the same carnal hunger that haunts me.
Her clit must be swollen from the attention, because every time I rub the barrel of the gun against it, she writhes and moans. Her hands stay flat on the table—at least she’s listening to me. With her most private parts exposed to me, I can see the glimmer of her slick arousal coating the barrel of the gun.
Thea’s body is primed and ready for me, but I’m a patient man, and I’m teaching her a lesson where my gun is concerned. I hope, after this, anytime she so much as thinks about my gun, she’ll remember this moment. I know I will.
It’s not long before her second orgasm hits. Her body shudders on the table, her thighs clamping shut around my gun as she rides out the high only an orgasm can bring. Thea sighs out a moan as she comes, and the sound makes my cock twitch.
Oh, I’m going to fuck her, but not quite yet.
“There you go,” I tell her, slow in pulling my gun away from her once her thighs no longer clench around it. “Was that so hard, love?” As I ask that question, I pull out the clip and empty the chamber, stuffing the clip and bullet into my pocket.
I’m a man of danger, yes, but when it comes to Thea, I will take no exceedingly unnecessary risks.
Thea tries to get up, attempts to push herself up using her hands, but I stop her by placing a hand on her back. “Not quite yet, love. We aren’t done here.” I don’t tell her what I’m going to do next; I simply do it.
When I return the gun to her apex, I run the muzzle against her slick folds, my finger still off the trigger out of habit even though the pistol is empty. You could never be too careful. And then, before I think better of it, before I can stop myself from doing what I’m about to do, I just fucking do it.
I push the front end of the barrel into her cunt.
Thea lets out a startled cry, but I’m too focused on opening her up so her inner core can accept the barrel of the gun to pay much attention. I don’t want to hurt her, but at the same time, she will learn to respect my gun and view it as an extension of myself. She’ll come on it again, clench those pussy walls around the barrel as she moans out my name.
A gun doesn’t quite fit in a pussy like a cock. It’s hard, made of metal, unyielding, and it truly can’t go that deep without inflicting pain. I push it in as far as her body allows, and then I fuck her with it.
Her body trembles on the table before me, and through my grip on the gun I can practically feel her pussy doing the same thing. I’m slow in removing my hand from her back and bringing my fingers to her clit—just to give her that extra push.
She will come for me again, mark my words.
“That’s right, Thea,” I whisper as I increase the rhythm of the gun between her legs. “You’re going to come for me, and I’m never going to wash it off. Anytime I aim it at someone, every time it’s resting on my hip, you’ll be with me.” Honestly, the thought is hot.
I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, drawing out a breathy moan from her throat. I keep the pace between her legs, fucking her with my gun as I would do my cock—as I will do once I’m satisfied that my gun is coated in her arousal.
Standing behind her, fucking her with my goddamned gun… this girl is mine in every possible way. There’s no other way to look at it. She’s fucking mine. We’ve gone from intrigue to kidnapping to a second kidnapping, and from there we’ve moved on to obsession, possession, and desperation.
Fuck. I can’t say I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before.
Thea’s clit is already swollen from its previous attention, so every flick of my fingers on that sensitive nub draws her closer and closer to the edge. The sounds she lets out become stifled and muffled, but the way her body reacts to mine, how it reacts to being fucked with my gun…
God, I can’t get enough of her.
“That’s right,” I murmur as the barrel of my pistol glides in and out of her cunt. “Let it happen. I know you want to. I can hear it in your voice. You want to come for me again, so just let go. Let go and show me just how greedy you are.”
