Page 143 of Undisputed Player
She bit her lip, unable to answer, riding the slow grind of her slick clit over my abs. I let her torment herself, holding her hips firmly, only guiding her enough so she couldn’t get exactly what she wanted, just close.
“Please,” she finally whispered, and the way her voice caught made it all the sweeter.
I knew what she needed. I could feel it in the desperate roll of her hips, see it in the flush spreading down her chest, taste it in the salt of her skin. She needed me to touch her, to fill her, to make her forget everything but my name.
“Please?” I crooned, admiring my work, her nipples red and swollen from my attention, her chest heaving with each breath. "Grinding on my abs like you can't help yourself. Are you desperate, princess? Do you need something inside you?"
Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, small sounds of frustration escaping with each breath. She was so fucking beautiful like this, wild and uninhibited, chasing her pleasure on my body. But I had other plans for her tonight.
I reached over to the nightstand, my fingers closing around the grip of the gun. Her eyes snapped open at the movement, tracking my hand with fascination. I brought the weapon between us, holding it where she could see it clearly.
"Trust me?" I asked, my voice serious despite the heat coursing through my veins.
She swallowed, her eyes locked on the gun. "Yes," she whispered.
I pressed the barrel to her forehead, cool metal against flushed skin. She didn't flinch, didn't try to move away, just held perfectly still,her eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, I dragged it down the bridge of her nose, letting it catch on her lips.
"Open," I commanded, and she obeyed, her lips parting to allow the tip of the barrel inside. The sight of her mouth around my gun sent a jolt of pure lust through me, my cock throbbing painfully beneath the sheets.
I withdrew the barrel, slick with her saliva, and traced it down her throat, tilting her head back, exposing the column of her neck. I dragged it lower, between her breasts, down her sternum, over the plane of her belly, to the apex of her thighs.
Her legs had fallen open, an unconscious invitation that made me smirk. I traced the barrel through her folds, gathering her wetness, watching her face as the cool metal touched her little pussy.
“Fuck, you're soaked," I groaned, circling her clit with the tip of the barrel. “You ever imagine I’d fuck you with this, princess? Ever imagine being this dirty for me?”
She bit her lip, eyes flaming with heat and need. “Only for you.”
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?”
