Page 31 of Always A Villain
“Eyes open,” I command, and her gaze snaps back tomine. “Be my good girl and come.” I remove the gun from her mouth and thrust the barrel inside her.
Crashing my mouth on hers, I swallow every moan. Her nails digging into me as she grinds against the steel.
“Come.”
Her orgasm rips through her, body shuddering, legs shaking, her screams smothered by my mouth. I hold her upright, drinking her in and working her through every wave.
“That's it,” I coax, stroking her hair, kissing her, keeping her pressed against me as she trembles. When her breathing finally steadies, she meets my eyes, pupils dilated, lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. I remove the gun, the metal shiny with her arousal.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall. Now.”
She obeys. The sight of her bent over, legs spread, ass bare, has me fisting my cock, ready to explode. I kick her legs farther apart, and she looks back at me, her blue eyes glazed with lust.
I slap her ass, the impact stinging, a bright pink print blooming where my palm connected. She lets out a delicious little whimper. I run my cock through her slick heat, coating the shaft. I press the tip against her entrance, and she pushes back, greedy for me.
“Don't move,” I order, and she whines, but she stays still. I bring the barrel of the gun to my mouth and spit before teasing her asshole with the tip.
“Axe,” she gasps.
I quickly press my chest against her back when she starts to shift, pushing her into the rough brick. Grabbing her hair, I tug her head to the side and lean in, grazing my teeth alongthe delicate skin of her neck.
“I said, don't fucking move.”
Her inhale is sharp as my cock slides into her, slowly stretching her open.
“So. Fucking. Tight.”
“Take a deep breath, baby.”The cold steel of the gun presses against my tight hole. His chest is heavy and warm against my back as his teeth graze my neck, a low growl in his throat.
All the breath is pulled from my lungs as he thrusts his cock fully and the gun inside me at the same time. Pain mixes with pleasure, making me shiver.
My ass stretches painfully around the steel barrel, but it only fuels my need. A low moan escapes my lips, and I press my palms harder against the rough brick wall, desperate for something to ground me.
He pulls the gun out, sliding it back in, alternating with his cock thrusting deep into my aching pussy. My knees threaten to buckle as I take the double penetration, every inch of me filled. He's stretching me so full, hitting me so deep.
“Axe, it's too much. I can't?—”
He bites down on my shoulder. The sharp sting makes my head spin.
“Yes, you can.” He kisses the bite mark, soothing the sting. “You're my good girl.My wife.”
I’m tingling all over. He's praising me, and it's fucking glorious.
With a moan, I push back to meet his thrusts, matching his pace. The steel barrel slides in and out of my tight ass, the sensation almost too much. He's using me like a dirty little toy, and I fucking love it.
“I want you to swallow my cum,” he grunts.
Before I can respond, he pulls out his cock and the gun. The empty sensation jarring. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he whips me around and forces me to my knees.
My balance is shaky, my legs like jelly.
The concrete is cold and rough against my knees. The head of his thick cock nudges against my lips. I open my mouth, letting him in.
The taste of salt and musk take over my senses as his length hits the back of my throat. I gag at the sudden intrusion, but he grips my hair, holding me in place. A deep groan rumbles through him, and I feel his muscles tense.
“Fuck, Rory,” he growls, his voice husky. “Swallow every last drop.”
His release fills my mouth, and I try to swallow it all. But he doesn't stop, his hips thrusting wildly. Cum spills from my lips, dripping down my chin. My eyes are watering, my lungs burning, but I don't pull away.
