Page 103 of Jewel of the Assassin
Whimpering, Valentina obeys, sucking the gun deep into her throat while I thrust into her. Once it’s good and wet, I drip lube on it, part her cheeks, then remove the spreader slowly.
“Roman, are you…? Oh, God!” she cries out as I position it at the entrance of her pretty, dark hole. “Ohgodohgodohgod!” she screeches when I push.
Her muscles push back, battling the weapon. “Relax your fucking muscles, Valentina,” I order, unhindered when she spitsat me. If she weren’t shackled more, she’d be kicking and spitting, clawing and fighting. It’s almost tempting to let her try, but she softens for me, the tight ring of muscles loosening.
No hesitations. I jam the gun inside. And crash my mouth against hers, consuming her scream when her ass swallows the whole barrel. Fuck, she feels so damn good, utterly stuffed. I flash her an evil grin, but approving because she’s squeezing that gun, holding it with her tight ass.
“Horosho devochka,” I say before fucking her with abandon.
Like a beast who’s fought through all the demons of hell to claim his queen, I fuck her. Gripping her hips, I drive my cock deep into her cunt, so hot, so drenched, it feels like liquid fire soaking every inch of me. A cry escapes her mouth. I kiss her neck and leave teeth marks there, loving the little sounds she makes—gasps, whimpers, moans. I don’t stop until I reach her nipples. She sucks me in deeper when I close my mouth around a reddened, hard bud. She hisses. I fuck her harder, hammering into her.
God, she consumes me. She ruins me. Every goddamn time.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I fuck her, vicious and ruthless with lust and hunger. The need thunders through me and ignites my blood. The gun barrel jams against my cock with every thrust. She’s weeping, but they are silent tears. Because the pain is deeper.
It will make her pleasure all the higher. I’ll take her as high as possible.
So, I reach for one more toy I prepared, the clit sucker and vibrator. She practically howls, throwing her head back against the target. But her eyes don’t retreat. Such a good girl. I can’t hold back anymore.
“Come with me, Valya.”
With my mouth slamming against hers, my hardness rocking into her in fiery, quick bursts, and her cunt clamping down to spasm all around me, I explode inside her, surging my release into her cunt, fucking drowning her with it.
Even as she’s still screaming her orgasm, her inner muscles pulsating, I set her down and loosen the chains on her wrists. Wasting no time, I spin her around, bend her over, pull the gun from her ass, and shove myself inside her.
“Roman!” she screeches, clawing at the target, desperate and alive. So alive. My feral, feminine creature. I don’t remove the clit sucker. And I laugh as she falls apart again, screaming through another orgasm.
“Take it. Swallow my dick. That’s my good girl, Valentina.” I plunge through her anus again and again, putting pressure on the back of her neck, bending her over more. “Your ass is fucking worshiping my cock. Fuck it like the dirty slut you are. Mybeautiful,dirty slut.”
She flexes and pushes back, taking it deeper. “More, Roman,” she begs, gripping the edge of the target with her cuffed hands.
I grip her throat, twist her chin, and every drop of my blood fires up at the sight of her, the unchecked lust in her eyes. I take a moment to wipe off the gun with the prepared alcoholic wipe.
So, I take every leash, every hindrance off. I slam my hips against her ass, hammering, pounding, taking everything from her. And then, I grab the gun barrel and bring it down hard on her cheeks, savoring every twitch, every moan, every tremor.
Last but not least, I give her no warning—and shove the barrel right up her aching, wet pussy.
“You bastard!” she screams, but she grips the target harder and thrusts her hips back. “You’re insane, but fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she pleads, breathless, holding in the gun like it’s her bloody anchor.
She makes me insane. Mad with a lust and love I never imagined. The highest level of heaven and the deepest circle of hell are crashing together. My addiction. Everything.
“Moya Samotsvet.Valentina Makarova.” I say her name again and again. “Take every inch,” I drive deeper, stronger, might fucking die here.
“God, this is so fucked up. But how does it feel so good?” she writhes, so erotic, so unholy.
Fisting her hair, I yank her back, pummeling into her in the hardest thrusts. “I want to fucking live in your ass, in your cunt, your mouth, every goddamn hole, Valya.” Then, I reach around her and grip her breasts, twisting each fat, red nipple.
“Oh, God, I hate you! You’re a goddamn monster,” she moans out the words. “Faster, Roman. Harder!”
I laugh and lower my other hand to her pussy, gripping the handle of the gun, and fucking her with it—in time with my thrusts.
“You love it, don’t you, Mrs. Roman Makarova? You love this gun fucking you while I take your ass like a beautiful, dirty girl. Say it, beg for it, or I will fucking end it all now.”
“I’m Valentina Makarova, and I want you to fuck my ass with your cock and my pussy with that gun.”
“My pleasure.”
I drive into her with savagery. No holding back now. I grip the gun handle, pounding it, banging it inside her while I beat up her ass with my dick. Fucking love how that gun feels against my cock on the other side. “Touch your tits,” I say, because the chains are low enough.
