Page 38 of Property of Shotgun
But seeing her like this, knowing I’m the one responsible for making her feel so good, for putting that pink on her cheeks and the look of pleasure in her eyes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
In the back of my head, I know I have crossed a line, one that very well can get me kicked out of the club I’ve dedicated my life to or even killed. But I don’t feel a lick of regret. I’ll willing die at the hands of my brothers, take every bit of torture they give, all while remembering the sight of her face, and the feel of her cunt wrapped tight around my fingers, and when my soul is dragged straight to hell, I’ll greet the Devil with a smile.
She falls limp against me, my fingers still wedged inside of her as she bends her head and kisses my neck. I untangle my hands from her hair, my fingers wandering down her bare back.
“I lied. You’re even more perfect now.” I rasp.
I thought it would be enough for her.
She came fucking hard.
But the second she caught her breath, she begged for my cock again. I was leaking, making a mess out of my jeans, and yet I still found the strength not to give into her.
In my twisted head, I’ve somehow convinced myself that I’m doing the right thing. But as I kneel before her, her legs spread wide, hanging off the arms of the Adirondack chair, I realize there is nothing right about me eating her cunt.
She drives her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my head as my tongue flattens against her clit.
“Fuck, just like that,” she pants. “It feels so good.Youfeel so good.”
I switch things up, sucking hard on her clit, my hands moving up her body to play with her tits. She bucks against my mouth, panting and moaning as I get her to the point of no return, and when she cums, her thighs clamp around my head and she cries out my name.
Myfuckingname.
I continue to lap at her slowly, torturing myself as I drag out her orgasm. When I’m sure I’ve wrung her dry of every drop, I lift my mouth from her pussy, licking my lips to savor the taste. I playfully tweak her nipples before releasing them too, then my gaze drops from her face, and I stare at the faint marks across her stomach.
How she can think of them as imperfections is beyond me. My fingers trace over the lines before my lips take the same path, pausing over her c-section scar. She inhales sharply, her hand still cradling the back of my head. I stare up at her, trying to ignore the soft look in her eyes because if I read too much into it, I’ll make things even more complicated for us.
“You are fucking perfect. Got it?”
“Got it,” she whispers.
I push up on my knees and take her mouth one more time before I tear myself away from her totally and stand. My hand slips down the front of my jeans, and I grip my cock. I haven’t cum in my pants since I was fifteen years old, but that changed tonight, and I’m still hard.
“Are you going to do something about that?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“What if I want to watch?”
I swipe some of the cum away from the tip and blow out a ragged breath. “Woman, you are killing me.”
She pulls her legs over the armrests, pressing her thighs together as she straightens her shoulders. That’s when I notice the abrasions my beard left all over her tits. I bet there are even some on the insides of her thighs.
“It’s only fair,” she says, pulling my attention back to her face. “If you’re not going to let me take care of you, then I should get to watch. You watched me.”
Yeah, I did.
“Take it out,” she murmurs. “Let me see what you like.”
I can’t bring myself to say no to her, not when she looks at me like that. So confident and sure of herself. I yank down my jeans and pull out my cock. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips, as I fuck my hand, squeezing and jerking my cock from root to tip, knowing I ain’t going to last long. The sight of her naked body displaying all my markings, the flush in her cheeks, and the way her eyes are glued to me, desire radiating from them is all the ammunition I need.
“I want you to cum on me,” she says in that sultry voice of hers. “I want it to drip off my tits and onto my stomach.”
“Fuck, Jade,” I growl, my movements becoming more frantic.
“Make a mess of me, Shotgun. Paint me like I’m yours.”
Those words break me, and I lose control. I stalk towards her, closing the distance between us as I strangle the fuck out of my cock. She leans back, displaying her body a canvas for me, and I roar. My cum shoots across her tits, spraying over her stomach. It even hits her neck. She smiles sheepishly, lifting her hands to her body, rubbing every drop into her skin.
