Page 17 of Tainted Wings of Failure

One of his hands slips under my nightgown, pushing the fabric up and exposing my naked body. He cups one of my tits in his hand and pinches one of my hard nipples between his fingers, drawing a muffled, high-pitched moan from me.

Sinking my nails into his skin, I scratch down his back, tracing his spine until I reach his ass and push into his boxers, shoving the fabric down. Our movements become more frantic as we pull away from each other just long enough to yank off my nightgown and his boxers. The moment the few pieces of clothing are gone, we are at each other's throats again. Our limbs intertwine, caught in a ravenous kiss as we roll across the bed, both of us fighting for the pistol. We scratch, bite and punch, each move fueled by a mixture of passion and frustration.

Until he has me on my knees, my hands tied above my head by one of his belts, ass up in the air while one of his hands holds a fistful of my hair as he forces my head into the mattress and the other holding the gun to my skull. He kneels behind me, his cock between my thighs, rubbing against my dripping cunt with every subtle thrust. My hips buck every time he presses against my clit, the little bundle of nerves pulsing with need. "Will you give up?" His grip on my hair tightens, the pull stinging against my scalp, but I shake my head.

"No!" I scream, muffled by the pillow pressed up to my face.

A heavy sigh escapes his lips, and my eyes widen as he lowers the gun from my head. The cold metal of the barrel traces the curve of my back, glides between my cheeks, and brushes against my anus, until his cock slips from between my thighs. The warmth leaves me, replaced by the hard metal pressing against my cunt. "Still a no?" he asks, pushing the barrel between my soaked folds, up against my opening. My muscles flex, preventing him from easily pushing in.

"No—" Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips part in a loud, throaty moan as he forces it inside me. My cunt clenches around the cold, hard surface. My thighs quiver as my stomach tightens, every single muscle in my body throbbing as it tries to adjust to the pressure.

"Say that again," he dares, pushing the barrel deeper into me. I shove my face into the pillow, pulling at my restraints, trying to break his belt to fight back, but I'm at his mercy.

"No!" I scream nonetheless.

"Oh, my Dove." He chuckles, pulling back the barrel only to pump it back inside me. "Your cunt swallows the pistol so beautifully, sucking in the deadly threat so willingly." He continues, increasing the speed at which he drives it into me with a wet sloppy sound. "If I pulled the trigger, you would explode so beautifully. Paint our bedroom crimson and create a masterpiece." The cold metal adapts to the temperature of my own body heat, making it less tormenting, but the hard surface scrapes against the soft flesh of my cunt, threatening to tear me apart every time he thrusts the barrel in.

"Noah," I moan out his name as I arch my back.

"Yes, just like that." He grunts and drives the gun deeper until the handle of the trigger hits my folds. "God, you’re so beautiful, your cunt was made for this," he slurs as his hands begin to tremble, the pistol vibrating inside me, drumming against that one sweet spot inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," he says, then pulls the pistol out of me. The moment the hard object leaves me, a whimper escapes my throat at the loss of pleasure, but my muscles relax and my legs go limp as I slump into the mattress at the removal of the threat. But I have no time to relax as he lifts my hips back up and pushes a thick pillow underneath me before positioning himself behind me.

My mouth falls open as the tip of his cock pushes between my folds, locking onto my entrance, only to be followed by a deep, violent thrust as he forces himself into me. My body jerks forward and bounces back to meet him as he begins his violent assault on me. A series of high-pitched moans slips out of my throat, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as his hips slam into mine. The wet sound of our skin slapping against each other drowns out my screams and his animalistic grunts.

"Noah…" I call out his name between snotty moans, tears rolling down my cheeks. My body quivers and I cling to the sheets above my head, crying through the pleasure that drapes over me like a weighted blanket, crushing me. His cock slams into me violently, hammering repeatedly against my cervix, causing the muscles in my abdomen to cramp. I usually love pain, it takes me to heights I never want to miss again, but it does not mix well with the high emotions of our current predicament. The intensity builds beyond what I can handle and makes this feel like a real assault as he forces himself on me with pure brutality.

"Pink,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Noah, pink!” I repeat, crying out louder this time, the words echoing through the room, drowning out our animalistic cries. Pink—our safe word that doesn't mean a full stop, but a plea to change things up, to ease the overwhelming sensations that are becoming too much for me to bear.

His movements immediately come to a halt, and he slips out of me. His hand lets go of my hair; he loosens the belt around my wrists and sets me free. My heart leaps in my chest that even in such a moment he listens to my needs and comforts and does not just take from me.

I push myself up and put my hands to my face, wiping away the snot and tears. Through blurred vision, I see his eyebrows furrowed in concern, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows nervously. Unable to hold back the tears, I lunge at him, throwing my arms around his neck and slamming him back into the mattress. I land on top of him, straddling his hips and grinding along his cock as it rests against his abdomen.

His arms immediately fly around me, his big hands cupping my ass and squeezing it. I smash my lips against his, forcing my tongue into his mouth and the salty taste of my tears mixes on our tongues. Maintaining the feverish kiss, I lift my hips and slip a hand between us, holding him in place as the head of his cock presses against my opening and slides back into me with ease. Breaking the kiss, my mouth hangs open in a silent moan, our hot breaths mingling as I settle down on him.

"Please don't go," I gasp, rolling my hips. His cock fills me entirely as I take him all the way in, my muscles pulsing around him in waves.

He shakes his head, his lips brushing against mine. "It'll be okay."

I lift my hips slightly and let him slip out of me before I settle back down and push him back in. Shaking my head, I bump my forehead against his as my movements become bolder and I bounce on top of him. "No, you already failed once. What if you fail again?"

"What?" he grunts as my hips slam back down on him, forcing his cock inside me. His well-groomed pubic hair tickles my overly sensitive clit.

"You failed to kill me. I'm living proof that you're getting rusty," I say through high-pitched moans. "I'm your biggest failure."

His eyes widen and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass, threatening to bruise my skin, before he suddenly flips me onto my back and takes his rightful place between my legs, but he doesn't continue his violent chase; he just stays buried inside me, filling me to the brim. He raises a hand to my head, his thumb brushing across my damp cheek. "You are not my biggest failure," he says in a threatening tone. The venom in his voice sends a nervous chill down my spine and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "You are my biggest achievement." My heart leaps in my chest as tears stream down my face, heavier than before.

His lips connect with mine and I throw my arms around his shoulders, clutching at the short strands of his hair as he rolls his hips, pulling out only to drive back in. He's not as violent as before but still not gentle. Muffled by his tongue invading my mouth, moans vibrate within my throat. One of his hands creeps between us and rests on my pubic bone, his thumb finding my clit and flicking it, setting off fireworks in my abdomen.

My eyes fall shut as my orgasm builds, my whole body beginning to tremble. It washes over me like a flood, my muscles tightening and clutching him as he remains buried inside me. I dig my nails into his scalp, holding on tightly.

He breaks the kiss and his lips brush against mine. "Good girl," he purrs and rolls his hips in a steady rhythm, penetrating me through my orgasm. "Never, and I mean never, again call yourself my biggest failure.” He pushes in deeper, stuffing me with all he’s got. His hips begin to stutter, and soon his muscles tense and his body goes rigid with a loud, deep moan. His cock pulsates inside me and the hot, soothing sensation of his cum filling me warms me from the inside out.

He lies down on top of me, crushing me under his weight and I wrap my legs around him, clinging to him as if he will disappear the moment I let go. I let my emotions free, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I cry into his shoulder while we hold each other, our limbs intertwined.

Only when my muscles relax do I loosen my grip, allowing him to pull away. Kneeling between my legs, he cups my face in his hands and runs his thumb over my cheekbones, wiping away my tears.

"I’m gonna run a bath, how does that sound?” I simply nod and he bends forward, placing a fleeting kiss on the tip of my nose before he climbs out of bed, covers me with my fluffy blanket before he disappears into the bathroom, and shortly after, the sound of running water fills the silence of our bedroom. I grab one of the pillows and hug it to my chest as my eyes land on the bullet hole in the ceiling again and I let out a heavy sigh.

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