Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
CASPER
Sometimes the bossman grew a random hair on his balls, and nothing would stop him till he was finally able to pluck it out.
This girl was that hair. I’d recognized her from the photo the moment I’d spotted her.
She was part of that group of chicks he wanted hired to take ?em out.
For a reason the slippery son of a bitch had yet to explain to anyone.
Believe me, I’d been listening. And so had Bugs.
But the big guy was more tight-lipped than the fucker whose tongue I still had floating around in a jar next to my nightstand back home. That one was my bad. I should have started asking questions before I removed it.
What can I say? I was eager in my youth. Just couldn’t wait to get to the good stuff. Now, I was a bit more patient.
I brushed the pillow princess’s hair aside with the tip of my barrel to get a better look at her face. Those puffy pink lips screaming at me to fuck ?em while the corners of her eyes told me she was ready to cry as I was doing it.
Baby girl looked like a biter.
I grinned and continued to trail the barrel of my gun down between her tits, over her exposed navel, landing on her pubic bone before dipping the front sight into the waistband of her pants.
I could still smell it. The way her body responded to me downstairs. How damp those panties were as she wiggled her ass in that seat. Making the leather groan each time she crossed her legs and squeezed.
I tucked my favorite noisemaker into the back of my pants—because I woulda much rather accidentally shot my ass off than my balls—and got to work stripping her down till the only thing between my cock and a quick fuck were those same pants.
Using one palm to push her thigh up and to the side, I grabbed the meat of her cum-cup with the other.
Getting a good feel of the heat radiating off her.
Her pulse beating beneath my fingertips while her gooey insides leaked onto my hand.
I dipped a pinky inside, wiggling it in and out till it was covered in a creamy sheen.
Like I said, she was wet from me but not nearly wet enough if I didn’t want to end up with my dick broken.
Happened once, when I went at some rando a little too hard.
Slipped out and went full force at her pussy bone.
I kept going, not even realizing I’d missed until my damn cock had swelled up to twice the size, and I was already an impressive size.
Didn’t seem like the worst thing to happen.
I mean, what guy wouldn’t be okay with having a bigger dick? A guy who wanted to come or piss straight. I couldn’t do either for a good month.
I scooted my ass down the mattress, propping myshka’s thighs on each of my shoulders and went to town.
Licking and slurping and humming for as long as it took to get her so lubed up you couldn’t tell what was my spit and what was her lady juices.
She tasted tangy with a hint of pubic hair that rolled around my tongue and stuck to the roof of my mouth the moment I pulled away, set my door-knocker on the nightstand with a clank of metal, and started for my zipper.
“You eat pussy like a vegetarian who’s never seen a roast-beef sandwich before.”
I lunged for the nightstand but my No-Longer-Sleeping Beauty already had my gun in her hand, the decorative end of the barrel level with my forehead.
Most people would panic. Sane people would plead for their life.
I closed the distance so that the little cross at the top could indent into my skin.
Then I tapped under her elbow to level the sight with my chest.
“Do it,” I grinned, and she pressed down on the trigger. Click.
Her eyes widened slightly. Just slightly. Then click, click, click. I reached out a hand and spun the cylinder.
“Russian roulette. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” My grin widened. “Wanna try again?”
You were supposed to put the rounds in randomly or every other chamber.
Or, if you were a real chicken shit, drop one in and leave the rest of ?em empty.
I liked to keep four altogether. Gave me time to watch the other guy piss himself while the natural weight of the bullets would have them sinking to the favored side. Aim and shoot.
Maybe none of that was true and I was making shit up. Maybe I was just lucky I didn’t have a hole in my chest right now.
I didn’t give her a chance to answer before I was twisting the grip out of her hold, grabbing on to her ponytail with my free hand, and guiding her from the bed onto her knees in front of me.
The barrel digging into the side of her head as I dropped my pants to my ankles and bobbed my hard cock against her nose.
She narrowed her eyes in defiance, and I twisted my neck to the side to give her a long once-over. She was birthday-suiting it from the waist down, her ass propped on the heels of her boots and our combined bodily fluids dripping onto the toe of my shoe as I glided it back and forth against her.
“Colt or cock,” I hummed. “One of these is goin’ in your mouth. Your choice, myshka.”
I could see the wheels clanking in her head, getting stuck on a gear labeled “fucked” but continuing to try to jiggle itself free anyway.
I flicked out my arm, fired once, the round going right through the drywall and out the other side. Then I returned the hot muzzle to her forehead. Twisting it enough to leave a mark. “Brains make a squishy sound when they pop out your ears, so I suggest you get to suckin’, sweetheart.”
She huffed out a breath, inhaling through her nose and holding it—I washed my balls so I knew damn well she wasn’t trying to imply my shit stunk—before she dove in throat-first.