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“Yes.” I glance down at the gun. I’m supposed to get a facial and a massage to prepare for the big dinner. That’s what I told Clara anyway when she asked. Yet here I am, enjoying the rays of afternoon sunshine, holding a gun.
He erases the distance between us and takes it from my hand. “Let me show you…” He tells me about the red-dot optic option, which I probably won’t use because that requires more distance. He shows me how to load the bullet and how to let go of the trigger. “It’ll be loaded and locked. But it’s easy to unlock,” he says, showing me.
I pay close attention to his lesson. Then he asks me to do it. He points at an empty food can on top of a rock and tells me to shoot it. “You told me I wouldn’t shoot from a distance if I do.”
“Right, but I want you to experience the feel of it in your hands. Unlocking and pulling the trigger.”
“Of course.” A worry comes to mind as I follow his commands and attempt to pick the can off the rock.
He’s been head of security for my father and has lived an active life. If he moves out of the country with me and his mom to play house… won’t he miss it? Not the bad parts, I hope. But the excitement of carrying guns, kicking doors open, brokering deals, and outsmarting enemies?
Those thoughts are with me during my shooting session. Takes me about twelve tries to pick the can off the rock. “Well, I really hope I won’t need to use it,” I say, then put it aside and lean on the hood of his car.
“Whether you do or not, knowing you have a gun in your clutch may give you a measure of safety.” He takes the gun and puts it into a small black bag.
I study his profile. “You asked me if I was okay leaving behind the world I’ve known. The people. But are you ready to leave yours behind?” I ask him, a trace of concern in my voice.
He stares at me. “Yes.”
“Once we actually leave, it may be you who changes your mind. Life won’t be as exciting.” From what he told me, I know he has a lot of money stashed in a foreign bank, so he doesn’t have to work if he doesn’t want to. But I can’t see him in the role of an early retiree.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ll get all the excitement I need,” he says, then runs a finger down my nose. “And if we’re bored, we’ll find stuff to do. Open a business. That’s your background, isn’t it?”
“I haven’t finished college, but yes.” A rush of joy bolts through me. The idea of putting the many classes I’ve taken to good use is exciting.
“There you go. Anything is possible, Sienna.” He catches a strand of my hair and curls it into his finger, then tugs it, sending a sizzling sensation to my scalp. My nerve endings melt, and I circle his head with my hands, pulling him in for a kiss.
The moment our lips touch, currents of awareness charge through me. He kisses me with intensity, and I touch his chest, lowering my hand to the zipper of his jeans. We didn’t plan on having sex like this, in the middle of nowhere, in broad daylight, but we can’t resist the chance. We can’t resist each other.
He cups my breasts through my clothes, and even through the fabric, his touch is warm. Firm. Energetic. Then, while he’s busy teasing my covered nipple with one hand, he slides the other one inside my skirt. I wrench my mouth from his, gasping for air, and he greedily nips at my lips, then down my neck.
When he touches my pussy, I’m already soaking. A fresh flood of cream covers my folds as he teases them, scissoring them, then thrusts three fingers inside. I gasp, my ass sliding on the smooth surface of the hood, and I stroke his cock, wanting him to get it as much as he’s giving.
His cock is deliciously big in my palm, and I won’t let go of it.
“Sienna,” he hisses, intensifying the flicks on my clit, fucking me with his fingers, and making me ravenous for his cock. More. I want more.
“Yes, oh, yes, fuck me,” I say, and he swiftly disengages from me, flips me so I’m bending over the hood, and hikes up my skirt.
I hear the scrape of fabric being ripped, and he tosses my G-string aside.
Then he thrusts inside me, and I moan.
Usually, my pussy takes a second or two to adjust to him, but now there’s no time. We’re hungry for each other, and waiting isn’t an option. He plunges to the hilt, withdraws nearly all the way, and returns with a vengeance.
“Fuck, yes,” he says behind me, slamming his cock into me, his hands holding my waist on each side. “I want you to go to dinner with my cum still inside you.”
I moan, and he lifts my ass a notch, a new thrust taking his cock even deeper into me.
“Do you understand?” he asks, pulling my hair a little. “I want your pussy to be coated in my cum.”
“Yes. I… want that too.” I’m barely connecting the dots now, but there isn’t anything he’d ask that I wouldn’t for him. I love him completely.
He intensifies his rhythm, and soon, I’m a mess of emotions. I contract my core, my inner walls. My heart stops beating for a second, and then the coveted pleasure comes, filling me like a tsunami into an empty building. I come apart, my limbs trembling, my body reeling from the implosion.
He grasps my sides and slams inside me a few more times until I hear his growl. I feel his jerky movements behind me. He comes inside me, spilling his load into me, and I take every last drop.
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