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She lifts her head and looks at me. “Yes,” she whispers back.
“Yes, what wife?” I ask, needing to hear a whole new word, a new word that I usually would not ask for, but this is different. We are different. She is my wife, my rock, my salvation, but right now, she will be my dirty whore, my slut, all the things that the other men tried to take from her, but she will give to be willing because I love her, I need her, and I know she loves and needs me. I will never force her, I will never use her, I will only fucking worship her.
“Yes, please,” she replies softly before she drops her head and lifts her arms above her head.
My heart races as I press further into her ass, breaching the tight ring, slowly sinking in inch by inch until I am fully sheathed in her tight ass. Even though I know that others have claimed her, I plan on making her mine in every way possible. I can’t even count how many fucking dreams I have had about claiming her in every fucking way. She has consumed me for years, and now that she is finally fucking mine, she is consuming me even more, if that is even fucking possible.
Her back arches off the bed as she grabs onto the sheet. I reach over and grab the gun, slowly easing the barrel into her pussy. She whimpers, and her body starts to shake as I begin to move both the gun and my dick at the same time. Her ass clenches around my dick while I fuck her ass slowly, and I can feel the cold barrel through the thin layer separating the two. I move the barrel of the gun in tandem with my hips, filling both of her holes. I am trying to keep a slow pace, but the tightness of her ass squeezing my dick is making it difficult.
She reaches out her hands and grabs onto the bed as a moan escapes her. Her ass wraps tightly around my dick as I move the barrel of the gun in and out of her. Holy fuck, I am not going to fucking last.
“Be my good little slut and cum on my gun, wife,” I whisper.
She starts to move her hips, fucking herself on the barrel and my dick. My balls tighten as I pick up my pace in her ass and pussy, watching the barrel disappear into her pussy and my hard cock sinking into her tight ass.
“Christian,” she cries out with a moan. I can hear the pain in her voice, but it is a pain that is mixed with pleasure.
“Nicolette,” I whisper.
She screams out her release as her ass spasms around my cock, and I press in as deep as I can and growl out as I fill her ass with my cum. Her body violently shakes as her pussy coats the gun and my hand with her release. Her body continues to shake as I ease out of her ass and gently pull the gun from her soaked pussy. I lift the gun, and it is covered in her juices. Bringing the barrel to my lips, I open my mouth and let them drip onto my tongue. When the first drop hits my tongue, I moan and close my eyes as I suck the barrel into my mouth to clean her sweet juices off the barrel. Fuck, so fucking sweet.
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Christian
Islowly roll out of bed and look down at my wife. She is facing me, her hand is stretched out where I was just lying, and the sheet is only covering half her body. My heartbeat is steady as I lean down and kiss the side of her head, but she doesn’t move a muscle. We tired each other out, something I am going to look forward to every fucking day for the rest of our lives. I make my way around the bed, grab my sweats, and put them on. Before I leave the room, I grab the gun off the side table and tuck it into the back of my sweatpants, just in case. I quietly go out the door onto the porch, sitting in the chair facing the ocean.
I rest my hands against my face as I look out at the waves, the peaceful, undamaged waves. If you told me a year ago that this is where I would be, I would have thought you’d lost your damn mind. But now I can’t picture my life any other way.
It was by chance that my men heard about Sebastian and his sex house. He had to have had it there for years before Nicole’s father gave her to him, and I never heard of it. We had no fucking idea. The thought of never finding Nicole makes my stomach twist into knots and my heart ache.
She is my everything now, and I will always regret walking away from her that day outside of that coffee shop. It was only six months after our encounter that she was given away, tossed out like trash, and made to feel worthless. I can tell she still struggles with it, not as much as she did a few weeks ago, but I can still see it in her eyes. But I can also see hope, longing, and happiness, three things I never want to see leave her eyes.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
“CHRISTIAN!” Nicole screams.
My heart stops and drops as I jump up from the chair. I grab the gun from the back of my sweats and run towards the open back door. I rush inside, holding my gun up and looking for the danger. I find Ty holding his gun out with one hand, Nicole is holding tightly onto Ty’s back, and his free hand is wrapped around her, holding her against him.
I slowly make my way around the bed, stopping when I see a man dead on the floor with three bullets in his chest. I lower my gun and look over at Ty. His breathing is steady, and even as he lowers his weapon, he keeps Nicole against his back. I slowly put my gun back in my sweats.
“Bambino, come here,” I whisper. Her face is against Ty’s back, and her eyes are closed.
“Bambino,” I whisper as I slowly make my way over to her. Ty keeps his arm around her. Her breathing is rapid and unsteady. I reach out my hand and brush the side of her face. She opens her eyes. They are filled with fear as she locks her eyes with mine.
I look over to the other side of the room. Lyric is against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself. I see the tears roll down her face “Ty,” I whisper, trying to get his attention from the piece of shit on the floor.
“Yeah,” he replies calmly.
“Lyric,” I whisper. He looks over at her, and his breathing becomes a little unstable as he releases his hold on my wife. As soon as he does, Nicole releases her hold on Ty, rushes over to me, and jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
I turn and watch Ty slowly make his way over to Lyric, kneeling in front of her. A smile forms across my lips with the meaning behind his gesture of kneeling for her. She slowly releases her hold on herself and grabs his shirt as he helps her stand. She shoves her face into his chest. He rests one hand on the back of her head and wraps his other arm around her. He turns and looks at me.
