She squeals.
Moans.
Rolls her hips.
Lick her pussy more, and then, just when she is about to come, I stop.
Lift my head, because for what happens next, I want to see her eyes.
She looks quite reproachfully at me because I stopped.
“Open your legs,” I tell her.
She does so hesitantly.
“Fuck, I love your pussy,” I say as I look down. She giggles, flushes, and hides her face in her hands.
“Hands away,” I say, and she does as told. “You will watch when I fuck you with this,” I say and wiggle the gun in my hand.
She looks at me, one part regretting challenging me, one part daring me to do it.
So I hold the gun at her entrance, lock eyes with her.
My own breathing flattens and fastens.
And then I push it in.
She moans.
Arches with her head back.
Breathes erratically.
And I fuck her with the gun.
Slowly first, and then I speed up.
“I love it when you take whatever I desire,” I breathe out. I am panting. I am so turned on by watching her, feeling the power she is handing to me, that I have to roll my hips.
Her moans become louder.
I have to rub myself as I fuck her with the gun.
“Oh gods,” she shouts.
“Keep it together,” I say between my pants. “You will wait for me.”
I slap my own pussy to make myself come.
Fuck her harder.
“I can’t anymore!” she shouts and explodes.
I stop all my movement.
Remove the gun and throw it away, and climb onto her. “I told you to wait.”
“Eat,” I tell her as I sit on her face, not allowing her to ride out the orgasm. I sit on her face full weight, suffocating her with my swollen pussy.
