Page 136 of What About Love

The idea sent a dizzying current of desire racing through her. “I highly doubt that’s going to come up during a mission.”

“It had better not. Unless I’m the one who’s locked and loaded.” His fingers released her aching nipples. Her protest stuck in her throat when they pressed against her lips. “Open,” he ordered.

Obediently, she did, and he slid two long, broad fingers into her mouth.

“Make them nice and wet.”

Not having to stretch her imagination to figure out why, she strived to saturate both digits with her tongue.

“Good girl. Now relax.” With one hand splaying her cheeks, he pressed one finger, slick with her spit, into her small puckered opening. She held her breath as it slowly penetrated. “Taking in air is a good thing, Angie.”

He chuckled softly as she sucked in a large gulp. A high-pitched squeak followed when a second finger joined the first. She hissed at the slight burn as he stretched her in preparation. It wasn’t long until she felt the smooth head of his cock seeking entrance.

Once he had penetrated a few inches, he no longer needed a guiding hand. In a long, slow drag, both hands slid over her hips and up her back, gliding over her sides to her front where he cupped both full breasts in his palms. He squeezed before grasping each distended nipple and tormenting her further by tugging and pinching them.

His husky murmur sounded low against her ear. “Now, pick up your weapon and let’s see how you do.” He surged into her, seating himself fully. “Anything less than 90 percent will earn you punishment tonight at the club.”

“No fair,” she protested breathlessly. “You’re looking for an excuse to have your kinky way with me. You know I’ve never done better than the low eighties in the simulator. I won’t be able to hit the broad side of a barn with that lumber you’ve got shoved up my butt.”

He withdrew almost all the way and sank back in slowly. “First off, who says I need an excuse to have you any way I want? Second, my techniques were highly effective the first time around, so quit complaining. Third, this is not up for debate. Either start shooting, or I get the paddle Dex keeps in his desk drawer. You’ll get twenty swats after I fuck you because you feel like heaven gripping my dick as you are. And, this is a biggie, so pay attention. Despite all of that, you’ll still pay the price tonight at the club.”

Dropping his head, he licked a slow, seductive line up the side of her neck once he’d delivered his decree.

As she obediently picked up her simulation gun without another word, she felt his lips tip up in a smile. Clearly pleased with himself, and with her, he stood, bringing her up with him. He reached to the side and keyed the sequence code into the control panel. “Shoot now, baby, and make ’em count.”

As they waited for the session to begin, his hands settled at her waist, steadying her as he began a slow, smooth, in-and-out rhythm. She pulled the trigger as the first target popped up. Naturally, her shot went wide right, completely missing the target. “Dammit, T, I can’t be accurate this way.”

His hands moved up to her breasts, catching her taut nipples between strong fingers, pinching hard. “Focus.”

The next shot went wide left, barely clipping the outer edge of the target.

“You’re leaning back. Shift your weight forward and spread your legs for a wider base.” While she did, she missed another target, not taking a shot at all. Releasing her nipples, he allowed her full breasts to settle back into his open hands. He pulled almost all the way out and stroked into her again, pausing when his balls pressed firmly against her pussy lips.

“With me inside you, I’ll be able to tell if you’re tensing up when you fire.”

“You’re in my ass, T. Anyone would tense at the size of your weapon.”

“Flattery won’t get you out of a paddling, darlin’. You’ve already missed four and failed to meet your threshold. For added incentive, if you fall below 80 percent, I’ll add ten swats. Below seventy is another ten, and so on.”

“I hope you don’t mind carrying my limp and paddled booty out of the club because, at this rate, I’m scoring zero.”

“Block out everything except your target.” He pulled out and surged forward, stilling when wedged deep. “Grip, focus, and follow through. You can do this.”

She took a deep breath and blew it out.

“Good, now soften your elbows and curl your upper body more. Your arms should be in line with your shoulders and relax into the recoil.” She followed every order and heard him murmur, “Excellent, now concentrate and shoot.”

Angie pulled the trigger and emptied the weapon of the remaining fifteen rounds. When she was out, she dropped the gun on the ledge and gripped the wall with both hands. She rocked back, grinding her rear into him.

“Fuck me, T, please. I can’t stand it anymore.”

T gripped her hips with one steely arm, holding her still. “After we’ve taken care of business.” He reached out with his free arm and punched buttons on the control panel, calling up her score. “Tsk, tsk, only 63 percent and a measly two kill shots. Interesting enough, when you stopped complaining and did as you were told, you scored 100 percent. Even with my lumber up your butt.”

“Purely coincidence,” she muttered.

His chuckle was low and throaty. “Let’s run it again.”

“Please, T. No more. I can’t take it. But I promise I’ll do better the next time I’m on a mission while taking a big one up the ass.”

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