Page 52 of Twisted Obsession

“That’s right hold that dick like you’re ready to fuck it,” I directed. “Cup the bottom a little bit tighter, Gina,” I stated, licking my lips as they hovered above her earlobe. Her grip tightened, and her aim grew steadier although I knew my hot words and closeness were turning her on. Her vanilla-cocoa scent wreaked my senses as her warmth wrapped itself around my body and wouldn’t let go.

“Just like that, Gina,” I voiced, my tone low and spilling some of the lust that had built inside me. “Remember, you’re holding my dick. Concentrate, aim, and let it blow your mind.”

Closing the last inches of space between us in the tight booth, my dick was as hard as the steel in her hands. I trapped Gina with my body, placing my hand over her arms from behind as she aimed at the target. There was no way she didn’t feel my dick pressed against her back, and I damn sure wasn’t about to remove it.

“You have no idea how badly I’d like to bend you over, right now, and fuck you until you cream all over my dick.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t comment, and the gun didn’t wobble as much as it had the first few times I’d whispered the freaky shit I planned to do.

“Think about taking my dick in your hands. Thick, long, hard, ready for you to prime it, setting the head against your sexy wet lips. Take it into your mouth, ensuring you aim at the back of your throat. The spot that’s going to make me come so damn good that my eyes will roll back in my head. Find the moment when you know one last stroke of your hot tongue will set me off. Then, squeeze your throat around the head and allow the hot shot of cum to shoot down your throat.”

My dirty words had her breaths rushing past her lips, but she maintained her aim as I pressed my dick harder against her back.

“Breathe in,” I coached. She did. “Align your sight and steady your aim,” I instructed, my words calmer than my dick that throbbed so hard it hurt. “Now breathe out, Gina, and squeeze.”

The shot didn’t land dead center of the target’s chest, but had it been a man, his ass would have gone down.

“Again,” I coached until she’d gotten a good three round shot-group. I instructed her on the proper way to drop the clip, extract the bullet from the chamber, and place the gun. Next, how to read her target, and techniques to improve her shot-group. She turned. The excitement on her face and laughter was contagious.

“That’s how you fucking make me come, Gina. Every time,” I expressed, my voice brimming with pride.

I couldn’t believe this shit was working. I wasn’t good for teaching anybody a damn thing, but if my nasty ass mouth could make her shoot like that, it was on.

After we’d inspected the shots, I gave her more pointers and primed her to go another round. If we kept this up, I was going to end up coming all over her back.

Ansel

If Regina found my shooting lessons tough, I’m sure she changed her mind when we started the next lesson. My home gym had been stocked with everything I needed to train her.

“You’re punching like a fucking girl, Gina. I need to see bad bitch, Gina, not whoever the fuck you are right now. You are going to do better because we are going to do this shit every fucking day, all day, if you don’t try harder.”

“I’m punching as hard as I can,” she yelled back at me. I’d been yelling at her none stop, stirring her anger on purpose.

When she punched my palm, I gripped her fist and snatched her around, turning her back into my chest and putting her in a tight hold from behind. She struggled to break free, attempting to replicate the lessons I’d taught her.

My lips sat above her ear.

“You’re strong, Gina. A lot fucking stronger than you’re showing me right now. What if I was Sorio? What if I was the motherfucker that put his hands on you? Let Gina all the way out and fuck him up.”

Her chest heaved at my taunting words. I may as well have been slapping her in the face. She hated Sorio with everything she had. A hate so deep, it dripped from her each time his name was mentioned.

The tiny crease on her forehead deepened as her anger swirled. I’d heard bits and pieces of the story of Sorio from her and Aaron. When it came to Regina, even from the first day, she’d commanded my attention, and I willingly gave it. Based on her anger now and the silent messages her body gave off when she’d talked about Sorio, I was convinced he’d hurt her far worse than she’d revealed.

“That’s it, Gina. Get angry. You’ll need that anger. You have physical strength because your fucking family forced you to toss around dead bodies for years. Your anger is what’s going to help you direct that strength into a weapon.”

Gripping her tight shoulders, I spun her to face me, loving the shocked expression on her face when I manhandled her.

“He hurt you worse than you’ve let on, right?”

Her gaze dropped before she nodded.

“You need to get that shit off your chest. You want to talk about it?”

She shook her head, still not meeting my gaze. “Not right now,” she murmured in a voice filled with pain, hurt, and the unmistakable twinge of anger.

Regina wasn’t a fighter, but by the time I got done with her, she would be a fucking female menace.

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