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“Aye.”
“Start at five.”
“Five.” She exhales roughly. “Four.” She stretches her neck from side to side. “Three. Two.” Aliana locks her arms and nods. “One.”
Her finger on the trigger pulls, unloading the first and then second shot, each one missing the center target, but she does hit the paper. The next one moves into the man’s torso, just barely hits his left side, but that shot is better than anything she’s done today.
“Good. Now pay attention to that last shot, do you see how close you are to the chest area?
“Yeah.”
“So what do you need to do to fix that?”
“Adjust my aim?”
“Are you asking me?”
“No.” Her voice is firm, more secure, and I hide my smile behind a kiss to the back of her head. “I need to adjust and refocus.”
“Correct.” I drop my hold on her and take a few steps back. “You got this.”
“I got this.” Aliana tilts her head a bit to the side and shifts, a minute movement, before retaking the position I taught her. This time, I admire her posture and countdown to her next shot. It takes twenty-seven seconds for the finger on the trigger to jerk, firing off a shot that hits the target right at the center of his chest. “Oh my God!”
“Good girl.” Her head snaps in my direction. The grin on her face is wide and holds so much pride. “That was an amazing shot, love.”
“I did it.” So much awe in her voice.
“You did.”
“Again?” My answer to her question is a nod, and she turns, retaking her position, but this time for fun. She won her reward, and I waited patiently for her to finish—emptying the clip—before taking the gun and placing it on the ground.
I have her in my arms before my Venus can run, her legs around my waist and my mouth on hers before she can squeal.
The lightweight dress she’s wearing gives me easy access, and so does the lack of knickers. Within seconds I have her back against a large tree, my swim shorts hanging mid-thigh, and my cock poised at her entrance.
She’s wet. So slick.
I drag my teeth down her chin and to the base of her throat. “You did so good, my Venus. So proud of you.”
“Thank you,” she whimpers, arching back to give me better access. She’s trying hard to move against me, but I keep her movements limited. There’s no space between her body and mine. Not that I make her wait long; I quickly bury myself deep and reclaim her lips. “Baby.”
That’s her new thing. She’s been calling me that since the first night, and I like it more than I should. It’s quickly becoming an obsession; see how many times a day I can get her to call me that.
“Just feel me, sweetheart.” My hips punch upward, bouncing her on my cock while I slip a hand behind her back to protect her from the bark. This is rough and fast, my punishing strokes not giving her a second of respite—bringing her to the edge quickly with one of her weaknesses.
She likes to be taken. To be manhandled and fucked rough, to be used for my pleasure.
A vicious circle.
I love to watch her break, apart and she enjoys my pleasure in the act.
“So tight, Venus. Precious little cunt,” I growl, forcing myself deeper with each stroke. And she takes it with a smile, that sexy grin that tells me she’s close and so fucking sensitive—her walls clenching.
Bringing a hand to her dress, I yank on the top and bare her breasts to me. They jiggle with each stroke, the tight tips a dusky rose that make my mouth water. Lowering my head, I suck one between my teeth and flick my tongue, timing each tease with my strokes before biting down.
“Oh my fuck!” she yells out suddenly, caught off guard by the sudden pleasurable pain. Her orgasm is hard and fast, striking me like lightning, and pulls the come from me without mercy.
“Bloody hell.” Another deep stroke, and I hold myself deep inside her. I don’t care if she gets pregnant. The bastard side of me wants that too. To have all of her. To see her grow round with my child.
