Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
That did something to me. I pressed the barrel firm against her clit, and she exhaled shakily. fists gripping the sheets. I could see how wet she was, her arousal glistening on her inner thighs.
“Tell me,” I started, “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my gun.”
"Yes," she whispered, the admission falling from desperate lips. “Please fuck me with it.”
I slid the barrel fully through her folds, gathering her wetness. She was soaked, her body honest and needy. Placing the gun aside, I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me, hot and tight.
“So ready,” I groaned, pumping my fingers slowly, stretching her.
Once she was prepped enough, I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to her lips.
"Clean them," I ordered, and she opened her mouth obediently, sucking my fingers clean of her own arousal.
I shivered at the sight, at the feel of her hot mouth, the knowledge that she was doing this for me, my cock throbbing beneath the sheets .
"Good girl," I praised, withdrawing my fingers and returning my attention to the gun.
Reaching beneath the sheets, I retrieved the bottle of lube I'd stashed, anticipating this moment. I coated the barrel liberally, making sure it was slick and smooth. Then I positioned it at her entrance, the silver metal gleaming with lube and her own wetness.
"Look at me," I commanded, and her honey eyes met mine, dark with desire. "I've got you. Always."
I pressed the barrel against her entrance, watching her face carefully as I began to slide it inside. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as the metal breached her, sliding inch by inch into her tight heat.
I went slowly, giving her time to adjust, to feel every inch as it filled her, until the barrel was buried inside her, only the grip and trigger visible.
"How does it feel, princess?" I asked, my voice rough with arousal. "Having my gun inside your pretty cunt, filling you up?"
"Full," she moaned, her internal muscles clenching around the metal. "Cold. Strange."
I started a slow rhythm, pulling it out slowly before pushing it back in. She rocked into me, greedy for the intrusion, unable to help her noises. I watched, transfixed, as the metal disappeared into her heat, emerged glistening with her arousal, then sank back in.
My other hand found her clit, circling it with my thumb as I fucked her with the barrel.
"You're taking it so well," I praised, increasing the pace slightly. “You take everything I give you, don’t you?”
Her wetness was answer enough, dripping down the grip, coating my fingers, making obscene sounds with each thrust.
She nodded, her head thrown back, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust. I twisted the barrel slightly, changing the angle, and was rewarded with a sharp cry as it hit her sweet spot.
"There it is," I murmured, keeping the pressure steady. "Right there, princess. Let me see you come on my gun. "
Her thighs began to tremble, her breathing ragged. I could feel her tightening around the barrel, getting close. I pressed harder on her clit, circling the little nub faster, watching her face as she approached the edge.
She shuddered with a cry, her body convulsing, inner walls clenching rhythmically around the metal. I worked her through it, maintaining the pressure on her clit, the steady thrusts of the barrel, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed against my chest, trembling and spent.
I carefully withdrew the gun, setting it aside, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she came down from her high.
Her skin was damp with sweat, her breath hot against my neck.
I stroked her back, murmuring praise, telling her how perfect she was, how beautiful, how she was made for me.
The weight of her on my chest felt right, like she belonged there. Her breathing gradually slowed, but just as I thought she might be drifting off, I felt her small hand slide down my abs, tracing each ridge, slick with her arousal, until she reached my cock.
Her touch was feather-light, almost experimental as she wrapped her fingers around me.
"Fuck," I hissed, hips instinctively bucking up into her grip. She was barely touching me, just a loose hold as she explored, but after watching her come apart on my gun, I was wound so tight I could snap.
She nuzzled against my chest, seemingly content to just lie there while her hand worked me slowly. The contrast between her innocent position, head on my chest like she was sleeping, and the deliberate way her nails dragged along my length was driving me insane.
"Princess," I warned, my voice strained as I ran my hands down her bare back, feeling the delicate knobs of her spine, the soft curve of her ass. "You're playing a dangerous game.”
She hummed, not responding, just continuing those maddening light touches.
I thrust up into her hand, chasing more pressure, more friction, anything to relieve the ache building at the base of my spine.
But she kept her grip loose, teasing, those wicked nails creating a delicious drag that had me gritting my teeth.
Then, there it was. The wet flick of her tongue against my nipple. I should have expected it. A surprised laugh escaped me before it transformed into a groan. I looked down to find her watching me through her lashes, a mischievous glint in her honey eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked, not stopping her, curious to see how far she'd take it.
She didn't answer, just closed her lips around the hardened nub and sucked, her hand still working me below. The sensations had me cursing, my hands fisting in the sheets. Then she used her teeth, a gentle scrape that sent electricity down my spine.
"Fuck, Estelle," I growled, my control slipping. Watching her explore me, take what she wanted from me, was doing things to me. She was doing things to me.
She switched to the other side, her tongue darting out to tease my other nipple while her nails traced patterns on my cock. The sight of her, naked, flushed, playing with me like I was her toy, was too much.
I snapped.
In one fluid movement, I gripped her hips and flipped us, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes widened, filled with arousal as I reached for a condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on quickly.
"You want to tease me, princess?" I growled, capturing her wrists and pinning them beside her head. "You're going to get what you asked for."
I pushed into her in one hard thrust, her body still slick and ready from her earlier orgasm. The tight heat of her nearly undid me, her walls gripping me like a vise, like she was made for me, only me.
“ Mmm Jax," she moaned sweetly, her back arching off the bed as I set a punishing pace, driving into her with all the pent-up need she'd stoked with her teasing.
I thought I was in control, thought I was teaching her a lesson about teasing dangerous men. But she lifted her head, reaching up to lick my nipple again, her eyes locked on mine in clear defiance.
"Fuck," I hissed, releasing one of her wrists to wrap my hand around her throat, pressing her back into the mattress, holding her down, feeling her pulse race beneath my palm.
"You're like a little kitten, aren't you, princess?" I crooned, hips never slowing. "Can't stop licking me?"
She smiled, all innocence despite the filthy way her body was taking me in. "You like it," she whispered, and fuck if she wasn't right.
I liked everything she did. Every touch, every sound, every breath. I was obsessed with her, consumed by her, drowning in her.
"I like you," I corrected, voice rough as I drove into her, feeling her tight heat clutch around me with each thrust. "Every fucking inch of you."
Her walls fluttered around me, telling me she was close again. I adjusted my angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, her free hand clawing at my back.
"That's it," I encouraged, watching her face as pleasure overtook her again. "Come for me, princess. Let me feel you."
She shattered beneath me, her body arching, her inner muscles clamping down on me so tight I gritted my teeth. I followed her over the edge, my release tearing through me like a storm, leaving me shaking and full of love for this deviant little princess.