Page 174 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
She aims the gun at the target and follows my instructions.
The gun goes off, and she completely misses the target as she squeals. Grace places the gun down and puts the safety back on before turning around. “I did it, I did it. I can’t believe I shot a gun.” She jumps up and down with a smile on her face. “Did I hit the target?”
I shake my head.
Her face falls. “Are you serious? How the hell did I miss that?”
“When you squealed, you lifted the gun slightly and changed the bullet’s
trajectory, it went off to the side,” I say, pointing at the hole in the wall.
She frowns and studies the hole. “Let’s go again. I’m going to get the hang of this. You can’t be seen with a total newbie on your arm,” she says, giving me a grin.
This is the hottest thing a woman has ever said to me.
We spend the rest of the day down in the shooting range.
“Okay, last one then we’ll need to break for some food. I’m starved,” I say just as my stomach rumbles, making us laugh.
Now that Grace isn’t so scared, her shooting has improved.
I stand back as she takes aim again. Her hand is steady, she’s focused, and she does it. She hits the target square in the middle of the bullseye.
She puts the gun down and starts jumping. “Fuck yes. I did it, I did it.”
I pull her into my arms and swing her around, enjoying the carefree moment with her. When I stop, I put her back on the ground then grab her face and kiss her. Grace lets out a groan as her lips are on mine. My hands are in her hair, tugging her to me as I move her backward. Her back hits the wall as I use it to press myself against her soft body, pulling a moan from her lips. My hands reach around her ass and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist nestling her hot little pussy against my aching dick. I move her over to the table in the corner placing her down against the hard wood. Our lips part at the height difference. Her cheeks are bright pink, her lips are puffy and sweet from our kisses, and her green eyes are heavy with lust. I fall to my knees and open her legs wide for me.
“Maxim,” she gasps, looking down at me. “You don’t have to do that.”
I still. “Do you not want me to eat your pussy?”
Grace bites her bottom lip. “Um, yeah, I do, but …”
I shake my head. “There is no but, now open those legs and let me peel these leggings from your body,” I say, reaching up and doing exactly that. “You can always tell me to stop, Grace. You have full control over what I am doing,” I reassure her.
She nods in understanding as I rip her underwear clean off her body, making her gasp.
“This room is soundproof, Wildcat, so give it your best shot,” I tell her as my hands push her thighs open, exposing her delicate pink pussy to me. It glistens under the fluorescent lights as her arousal floods my senses. My tongue runs along her creamy thighs creating a path of goosebumps against her skin. Grace falls back onto her hands as her back arches over my touch. My fingers pull back her folds exposing her to me. Leaning forward, my tongue connects with her softness as I lick her from back to front.
“Maxim,” she groans, calling out my name as one of her hands lands in my hair and her fingers grip the short strands.
She tastes so fucking sweet, I’m addicted. I can’t get enough of her taste as I bury my face between her thighs like a starving man. I need to show her that no one else can eat her the way that I do. I need her to know that what is happening between us is so good that she will never want to leave me.
I slide a finger into her tight pussy and feel her walls clench around it as my tongue continues to devour her. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I curl mine, caressing her inner channel. That’s it, Wildcat, ride my face, suffocate me with your thighs. I would die a happy man between these creamy walls.
“Oh, Max. Fuck, Max,” Grace screams out as I add a second thick finger into her, and my lips find her throbbing clit and suck on it. Her inner walls tighten around my fingers and her wetness slides down my chin as I savor her. “Oh my god, Max,” she screams as her orgasm finds her. Her tight little pussy strangles my fingers as her essence floods my mouth. I continue to lap through her convulsions until she is nice and clean. Grace’s fingers yank my mouth from her pussy. She’s panting, her skin is flushed, and her cheeks are bright pink. Her eyes are wide and are great big balls of green as she stares at me.
Next thing she does is launch herself at me. Her lips are on mine, and she hums as she tastes herself on them. Her hands are pulling and tugging at my shirt, so I oblige and slide it off for her. Once the offending garment is thrown on the floor, her lips are back on me. Her fingernails drag down my back. I love feeling her hands all over my body. Her hands then fall to my ass, giving it a squeeze before pulling me against her bare pussy.
“I’ve missed you, Wildcat.”
“Shut up,” she curses, biting my lip which has my dick standing to attention. Yes, Ma’am.
“You need to be inside me, Max. I want your cock filling me.”
“You sure?” I ask as my lips suck along her neck.
“Never been surer, Max.” She moans.
