Page 80 of Russian Roulette
“I don’t think I can,” she protests with a groan. “It’s too big. I can’t, Vulcan.”
“Yes, you can,” I coax her. “Take it slow and easy. You’d better get used to it, sweetheart, because next time it’ll be my big cock sliding in your ass instead of the gun barrel and I’m a helluva lot bigger.”
“Oh my God,” she moans. “I’m not sure I can take it.”
It’s obvious she’s never had a dick in her ass before. Discovering this turns my cock into steel. I would love to rip the gun out and take her ass virginity with my cock right this second, but I won’t do that here without lube. Besides, that will give me something to dream about.
“Remember when I told you I’d fuck you every way I know how? Well, I know a lot of different ways to make you come. You can do this.”
She blows out a breath and slowly moves back on the gun barrel, taking it in her ass little by little, working it in. “C’mon baby, that’s it,” I coax her, while rubbing her ass cheek with my hand. It’s taking every goddamn bit of willpower I have to stay still and let her do the moving when all I want to do is grab her hips and fuck her senseless. “You’re so goddamn sexy taking my gun in your ass. You’re doing so good. Keep going, take it all.” She rocks back and forth slowly until she works the gun in up to the handle.
I stop breathing to just stare at the sight before me.
“My God, you’re fucking amazing,” I say.
I’ve never seen anything so incredibly mind-blowing in my whole life as Jade’s naked body offered up for my taking, with my cock sunk deep in her pussy, and the barrel of my gun shoved up her gorgeous ass.
Goddamn!I’ll never get this picture out of my mind.
This girl’s going to be the death of me. I could come just looking at her. She’s willing to take whatever I give her, no matter how far I push her limits, and love every fucking minute of it.
Just like I do.
I haven’t even finished fucking her the first time and I’m already dreaming of a million more ways to make her come.
“Is my cock and gun filling you up now, baby? Is it good?”
“God, yes,” she moans.
“From now on, your sweet, tight ass belongs only to me. Do you understand? I own your ass. It’s mine and only mine.”
“I understand,” she whispers.
“If I asked you to, would you take my big cock up your ass like the good fucking girl you are, baby?” I pull the gun and my cock back out halfway, waiting for her answer.
“Yes,” she cries, quickly pressing back against my cock and the gun to take them again. “Oh, yes, I’ll take it. Don’t stop! I’ll take anything you give me.”
“Damn right, you will,” I say. “And then you’ll fucking beg me for more. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes! Vulcan, please, let me come,” she cries again as I start thrusting again in and out of her pussy, with my gun still shoved up her ass. Every time she cries my name, it’s all I can do not to explode inside her. Jade is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I don’t know what I ever did right in my wretched life to deserve this girl, but I’m sure as fuck not questioning it.
All I know is that I will never,everfucking let her go.
I will walk through a million miles in hell before I watch her walk out of my life.
The tenseness in her body tells me she’s almost ready to come again. I can’t torture myself any longer either. When her pussy contracts around my cock, I groan loudly and come with her. “Fucking hell!”
My mind is completely blown as my orgasm goes on and on forever.
When I return to reality, I pull the gun out and lean over to cover her lower back with light kisses. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask because she’s so damn quiet. Reluctantly, I pull out, take care of the condom, and stretch beside her on the blanket. Nestling her under my arm, I tug on her until she’s sprawled across my chest.
“Can I ask you something?” she murmurs hesitantly in a quiet voice, her lips soft against my skin.
I slide my hands down her back and over her ass, unable to stop touching her. “You can ask me anything,” I reply, worried that she’ll ask about my scars or the madness that occasionally overtakes me. If she asks hard questions, I’ll tell her, though I hope she doesn’t. I’m not ready to discuss it. Not yet.
“Where have you been all my life?” she asks, propping her head up to gaze deep into my eyes. “I’m serious.”
