36. Jasper
THIRTY-SIX
JASPER
Of all the things I’ve done with Carter, all the ladders we’ve climbed together, and all the feats we’ve accomplished alongside each other, I never thought I’d be at the brink of explosion at the chance to fuck her with a gun.
But of course, my little Angel of Death has no fear, and is practically shaking as I carefully remove each and every bullet from the pistol, passing it to Tyson for a final safety check.
Once he nods with approval, I almost levitate at the thought of what I’m about to do to Carter, relishing in this moment as if it were my last.
Slowly, I drop back to my knees, watching as her wetness drips into a puddle on the couch, the lust practically materializing in the air, each breath I take thick with her desire.
“Oh my god,” she breathes, her hands tangling in my hair as she watches my every move through her lashes, the anticipation drawing her closer to the edge with each passing second.
Finally, I drag the cool tip of the metal along her inner thigh, moving toward her center in slow, deliberate motions, but the second I touch her clit with the gun she shrieks, and Tyson races to her side.
“Are you scared, baby girl? There’s no bullets,” he says, tenderly raking his fingers through her curls, careful to avoid the wound on her arm from the last encounter she had with a gun.
“God, no,” she breathes, pulling him until their lips meet in the middle, her tongue thrashing against his at a pace she usually reserves for me. “I’m already so close.”
The smirk that cascades across my lips is involuntary, and for a split second, I was convinced that she was afraid, but of course, our girl isn’t scared of much, and this is exactly what she wants.
“Are you going to come all over this gun, Principessina? Absolutely soak it in your delicious juices, right after we used it to kill someone?” I tease the tip at her entrance, pushing with the littlest amount of force as she bucks her hips once more, almost as if her pussy is chasing a dangling carrot.
“Fuck, yes, Jasper!” She screams just as I inch the pistol into her tight channel, the muscles clenching around the metal in an instant.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, unable to conceal my thoughts as I thrust into her, picking up the pace with my finger resting comfortably on the trigger, my other hand pressing down on her belly in the spot that always causes her detonation.
Sounds of heavy breathing bounce off the walls, the slickness of her pussy echoes in my mind as I fuck her relentlessly, twisting the butt of the gun to curl into the perfect place inside of her, and just as she comes apart, I stroke my throbbing cock, unable to hold back as I witness the sexiest fucking thing in this lifetime with a front row seat.
“Harder. Jasper, please fuck me harder,” she rasps, her fingers clawing into the leather while Tyson tweaks her nipple, twisting it into a perfect peak as he sucks on her pulse point with one hand latched around her throat.
“Do you want it to hurt, Carter?” He asks, switching up his usual saying for one that’s much more fitting for this sinister moment.
“Make it fucking hurt,” she groans, grinding hips in tune with the thrusts from the pistol, her body completely taking over control and fucking the gun at the speed she sets.
It’s fucking exhilarating, watching as she chases an orgasm, her entire body working in unison to hunt down the exact brand of euphoria we crave, and all I can do is hold the weapon in place, keeping my eyes trained on the beautiful creature before me.
“You’re so fucking pretty, my little ice princess.
Fuck this gun until you come,” I command, and Tyson squeezes her throat harder, nothing but shallow breathes and mumbled groans coming from her chest, but I note the moment her thighs begin to shake, and in a second she explodes everywhere, soaking us both in her release.
Slowly, I pull the pistol from her pussy, the silver and black stained with her juices, and before I even can bring it to my lips, she sits up like she’s on fire, plucking it from my grasp with a possessed, demonic look in her eyes.
Watching with bated breath, our gaze never breaks as she turns the gun on herself, her pouty lips poking out as her jaw opens wide until the metal touches her tongue, and her baby blues roll back into her head.
My vision goes black at the corners, my cock so fucking hard I could use it as a weapon of mass destruction, but when Carter closes her lips around the pistol, sucking it clean with a slurping noise that mirrors how she takes us down her throat, I can’t help myself, exploding all over my hand like a teenaged boy.
“You’re beyond my wildest, most deranged, feral fucking nightmares, Carter,” I groan, sweeping the sticky mess onto my fingers and pressing them to her lips, allowing her to mix our releases on her tongue.
“I’m not done with you,” she whispers, releasing the gun with one last pop, and pressing the tip directly in the center of my forehead.
“Pull the trigger. I dare you,” I smirk, knowing that it’s empty, but playing into the thrill I know she feels when a life is in the palm of her hands.
Click.
One little sound echoes around the room, ricocheting as if a stray bullet really left the chamber, and a maniacal laugh leaves her chest, something I could listen to for the rest of my days.
“Come here, my little devil,” I hum, snatching the pistol from her hands and tossing it on the floor, desperate to feel her body pressed against mine.
“That was fucking incredible,” she breathes, a certain energy in her that feels brand new, as if one small act caused her to be reborn.
“You can’t leave my brother out, Carter. That’s not fair,” I tease, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone, swirling my tongue around her flesh while she grinds her hips into mine, nowhere near finished with us.
As usual, we’re puppets on the string that she holds, always at her mercy, even if we try to fool ourselves into thinking we’re in control.
I’d stay in the exact place she asked, do whatever she desired, and bow to her every request, because she’s a Goddess, ruling over me with every breath she takes.
Since the dawn of time, I’ve belonged to the woman in front of me, created in every single galaxy to fit right beside her, and I’ll be damned if I don’t spend every moment worshiping her, honoring the sole reason I was put in her orbit.