Page 14 of His Sinner

“Jesus,” my muse hisses. “I thought this thing was supposed to be dangerous to the target, not the shooter.”

“This is why you need to learn how to use it properly. The next rule is to keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot. Rest your finger on the trigger guard so you know you won’t fire before you’re ready.” I guide her finger to the square of metal surrounding the trigger.

My cock grows hard against her ass, and she glances over her shoulder, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Are you going to come in your pants when I finally shoot this thing?”

My hot breath caresses her ear, and she shivers. “If I’m going to come in anything, it’s going to be your cunt.”

She chokes on air. I will never tire of the effect my words have on her.

“Now drop the gun and I’ll teach you how to load a magazine.”

“I don’t even get to shoot yet?” Briar whines.

“You can’t shoot a gun without any bullets.” I walk her through how to drop the magazine and load it with ammo, along with where the safety is located and how to flick it on and off. Once the magazine is loaded in her pistol, I lift her arms. “Aim at your target and look down the sight with your dominant eye.”

She points the barrel at the nearest target. Before I can walk her through the steps of how to properly prepare herself for the recoil, she pulls the trigger.

The blast makes her yelp, eyes wide behind her goggles. “Holy fuck!”

“That’s the recoil. Use your shoulders and arms to hold the gun steady. Grip it hard enough to shake and then lighten up until it stops moving.”

She does as I instruct, quickly gaining confidence as the pistol remains steady in her hands as she slowly fires off staccato shots. But her aim is terrible.

“Point it at the target, not the trees.”

“I’m not pointing it at the trees!”

I’m all too happy to hover behind my muse again, guiding her arms as her round ass pushes back against my cock. Her breathing hitches. “Look down the sight and put the dot on the target.”

Once she angles the gun and fires, she finally strikes true, hitting within the red circle. She squeals. “I hit it!”

“Now empty the magazine.”

She fires off three more rounds before the trigger clicks with the dull echo of an empty chamber and she pouts.

The sun has descended past the mountain, night swiftly encasing us in darkness. I smile at my muse. “Another round?”

Briar nods eagerly. I didn’t expect to enjoy her with a weapon in her hands so much. Her movements are shaky as she loads the magazine with ten rounds of ammo, but she’s a quick learner.

I guide her through the proper way to grip the firearm again, even as her eyes roll. “One day of shooting doesn’t make you an expert. By the time your training is over, you’ll be able to load the magazine and rack the gun with a blindfold on.”

“I’m not shooting while blindfolded!”

My turn to roll my eyes. “Of course not. I don’t have a death wish.”

I release her, and Briar slowly but steadily fires off the ten rounds, landing all but one on the target.

She cheers, dropping the pistol on the table before racing to me and throwing her arms around my neck. My heart soars at her dazzling smile.

Briar rocks up on her toes and pulls my lips down to meet hers in an all-consuming kiss. Every inch of me—from my scalp to my chest to my cock to my toes—ignites. My hands wrap around her, pulling her as close to me as I can. I’ll never get enough of the feel of her in my hands, her soft, pouty lips against mine, her pulse hammering against my chest until our heartbeats synchronize and I can no longer distinguish between the two.

She is my salvation.

When she finally pulls away, I’m not ready to let her go. “That was fun,” she pants, breathless.

“The gun or my mouth?”

She sneers at the innuendo. “Both.”

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