Page 91 of Cruelest Contract
“Do it again,” I whisper in her ear.
Another click. Her pussy is now cupped in my hand, slick and hot.
“No panties.” I cluck my tongue and tease her with two fingers. “Were you hoping to get fucked again, honey?”
“Yes,” she hisses and lowers the gun. Her head rolls back against my shoulder and her soft moan is fucking porn fuel.
I get to work, relentlessly stroking. Now that I’ve been schooled in exactly what she likes, I can get her to the brink in no time. “I’ll let you come if I can watch you practice shooting. Then we can both get what we want.”
“Okay,” she whispers and shakily raises the gun.
“Fire again, Cecilia.”
She steadies the gun, cocks the hammer back and fires. Bullets or not, watching her pull the trigger is hot as shit.
My fingers continue to move inside of her while my free hand unfastens my jeans.
“Again, Cecilia.” I push my hand inside my briefs.
Now my cock is in one hand. And I’m fingering her with the other hand.
“You’re good at this,” I encourage her, kissing her neck. “Show me more.”
There’s still a faint mark on her neck, made on our wedding night by my mouth. It belongs there, just like my ring belongs on her finger. I’ve never wanted to keep anything as badly as I want to keep her.
“Julian,” she gasps.
She’s quaking now, straining to urge my fingers deeper.
“Show me,” I command, this time more sharply.
She lifts the gun, aims haphazardly, fires another empty chamber. Then she drops it on the picnic blanket and turns around. My fingers are briefly displaced and she’s in a fever, tugging at my shirt until I yank it off.
My cock is already free and I shove her dress down to her waist. She always feels like a dream and I’m half out of my mind as I suck her tits. She pulls me down on top of her, not that I need any urging.
“My god, Julian,” she moans and impatiently bends her knees, opening her legs. “Why can’t I ever get enough of you?”
She’s wide open for me. My pants are kicked off. Entering her slowly is exquisite torture but I need to watch this happen. I lift myself up on my arms to watch her face.
She closes her eyes, arches her back. Her dress is bunched around her middle. I’m tempted to tear it in two. As I slide in deep, I force myself to savor this rather than give into the temptation to move at a grueling pace and shatter us both in record time.
“Did you like it?” I ask her.
Her eyes flip open with confusion. “What?” The word is a whimper.
“Holding my gun while you fucked my hand.”
She digs her fingers into my arms and shudders. “Yes, I liked it.”
Excellent. I roll to my back and take her with me. She straddles me now, her eyes wide when I push the gun back into her hands. “You know what to do, Cecilia. Let me watch.”
I move my hands to her hips. She releases a shaky breath and holds the gun unsteadily for a moment before raising her arms and aiming it across the creek. Her hair falls loose and wild. She’s completely magnificent.
My hands remain on her hips, helping her ride me while she dry fires. Again and again.
We’re in perfect sync, me and my queen. Sex has never been like this before. I’ll never glance twice at another woman ever again. There is nothing on earth I wouldn’t do for her.
I grind my teeth together, working to stave off the inevitable. She’s not on birth control and I’ve failed at condom prep again.
