Page 43 of Notorious

My hold tightens, and I slam into her before drawing back achingly slow. I pause when only the head of my cock remains in her opening, making her think I’m giving her a chance to fire. I’m so hard it hurts, and with each pulse of anticipation, I clench my jaw, chewing on the side of my cheek. “Goddamn. So… fucking… tight,” I hiss out, driving back into her, stilling when I’m buried to the hilt.

She fires again, this time hitting the edge of her previous shot, widening the hole in the target. “Fuck! Either give me that dick or fuck off. You need to fuck me like you mean it, Alpha.” I can’t help but chuckle and remind her to count with a sharp slap to her ass.

“Six…” she fires off three more rounds, “… three!”

My eyes automatically track to the target, and to say I’m impressed is an understatement. Each round has hit the previous, with a few blowing out the edge of the mark, opening the hole. “Such a good fucking girl,” I praise with a growl, and I can’t hold off anymore. My balls ache with the need to release.

With a firm grip on her hips, I kick her legs wider and press her forward, positioning her ass at the perfect height. Then, dipping low, I thrust into her, the head of my cock grazing her G-spot. “Fuck yes!” She moans, trying to push back, but she needs to focus.

“You have two more rounds, Haven. I mean, youdowant to come, don’t you?” I question, mocking concern. Her pussy squeezes around my cock, trying to keep me inside, and I watch as my length disappears, sinking into her.

Wanting to push her further, I rub a hand from her hip to her ass, letting my thumb slide to where we join together, slicking it before pressing my thumb at her puckered entrance. I push it inside, relishing in the added pressure, causing a shiver to run down my spine and feeling my balls pull up.

“Little lamb…” I urge her, and she moans, her breath coming in short pants.

When she readies herself this time, her position is lazy and less controlled. “Almost… there… don’t stop,” she pleads through moan after moan. Her body is quivering, her breaths becoming fast and frantic with the pleasure rolling through her.

I become lightheaded, my eyes wanting to close, my balls pulling up. The tingle running up and down my spine, the tension building so intensely, the pressure reaching maximum level. “Gonna… come,” I grit out, and my cock explodes with so much power that I growl out a deep moan at the same time she fires, the recoil thrusting her arms back with enough force I’m pushed back, almost slipping from her, pulling her with me.

A thud sounds, with a slick crack, and I try to steady us.

“Fuck! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” Haven screams out, and immediately, I know her aggravation is more than our interrupted climaxes.

I step back, pulling out of her, and she spins, pure anger burning in her stare while blood flows from her nose like a river.

My eyes go wide, and my cock instantly goes limp.

She’s hurt.

“Jesus, Haven. What the fuck happened? Are you okay?”

“No, I amnotokay, you idiot! I missed my shot, and I think my nose is broken.”

I peer past her to see she isn’t wrong. She barely hit the target, let alone the bullseye. I reach down and pull up my jeans, doing up the belt, “You mean your aim slipped, and the recoil hit you in the face?”

“My aim didn’t slip, asshole. You came so hard… that the force of you firing off at the same time as the gun made us both miss the recoil. You slipped, and the gun slammed straight into my fucking nose. I didn’t even get to come!”

“Well, I told you you couldn’t come until that clip was empty. You’ve still got one left.”

“Oh, that’s an easy fix, smart-ass,” she warns, raising the gun and aiming it at me.

“Shit, Haven. I’m kidding. You’re bleeding like a stuck pig. Come on. We need to get you looked at.”

She uses the back of her arm to wipe her bleeding nose, then pulls up her jeans. I’m not concerned she will actually shoot me. I turn to grab a stool for her to sit on. When I spin back around, she hasn’t moved. The gun is still trained on me.

I snort out a laugh, shoving the gun to the side with force. “All right, I get your message. But it’s not my fault I made you feel so good you relaxed your grip.”

She instantly raises the gun on me again, and I smile, gently edging it away from my chest once more, then I kneel in front of her. “Stop. Let me take a look.”

She huffs, sniffing back, the blood continuing to drip down her face. I grab the gun from her and place it on the counter as she pinches the bridge of her nose, wincing at the pain.

“You’re gonna have a good coupla black eyes from this,” I tell her, moving in to examine her nose. I look at the bridge, seeing it swelling and bruising with a couple of splits in the skin on the bridge from the impact, but it definitely doesn’t look out of shape. “I don’t think it’s broken, but we need to get you looked at. You might have a concussion from the impact.”

“I’mnotgoing to the hospital,” she flat-out argues.

I let out a laugh. “Aah… so youareafraid of something?”

“Alpha, just patch me up here. Can you do that?”

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