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“Never trust one you’ve never tested or fired,” I recite one of Linda’s teachings.

“Very good. Give it a try.”

I take the safety off and point the gun in front of me—it feels cold in my hand. There’s no picture on the target down the lane, just one word written in red:Stalker.

My hand suddenly trembles, my sight turns blurry as I remember my photo with burned eyes. My finger slips on the sensitive trigger as the loudbangresounds in the room. The bullet misses, and I take deep breaths in as I try to compose myself. I guess I’m still shaken. “Maybe handling guns is not a very good idea right now.”

Uri is suddenly behind me. His cotton shirt-clad chest brushes against my back, his calm voice near my ear. “Give Honey a good grip; hug it with your thumb.” His fingers move over mine, shifting my hand position. “Treat her with precision and tact,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Remember, always shoot to kill. In the middle of the forehead or straight to the heart.”

My heart beats so loud, I squirm a little. All thoughts of the stalker magically and swiftly disappear. I can feel the round shape of Uri’s hard nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.It’s distracting. I’m idly wondering what they would feel like on my bare skin without the fabric in the way when Uri’s hands land on my waist, making me jolt a little.

He doesn’t seem to mind my reaction. “Remember the key to shooting is controlling your breathing…”

“Breathing will keep my heart still,” I finish.

I close my eyes and empty my mind. No past, no present, no future. When I open them, I shift the gun and fire my shot. It hits the heart.

A smile jumps immediately to my face. Uri hums with satisfaction, the sound vibrating against my back as we’re pressed so close together. My stomach somersaults at the sound.

I suddenly feel a bulge against my ass, and as I fire more bullets, the bulge grows. Is he turned on by my shooting?

“Fuck yeah!” he growls right into my ear. “Keep going.”

The more I shoot, the more precise my aim gets until I get the target’s bullseye. The gun is still in my grip as my hands fall forward on the counter. Uri is grinding his hard cock against the curve of my butt, lifting my sweater over my waist and pressing me against the hard surface of the firing stand.

“You need to stop rubbing against me like that if you don’t want me to fucking devour you,” he hisses. I realize he’s right. I’m the one stroking his cock between my ass cheeks now. Was I also the one starting this?

The acknowledgement doesn’t stop me. I keep working him until I feel his piercing stroking against my clenching hole. A zip of electricity rushes down, turning my dick rigid. My eyes becomehooded, lips slightly parted. It’s too late for me now. I opened this Pandora’s box, and I can’t go back.

“Mhm,” Uri lets out a deep hum before he grabs my face and tilts it up, robbing my breath. His fingers dig into my jaw so that he can feed me his wet, pierced tongue, as he kisses me upside down. Our hips don’t stop moving, humping each other like two animals in heat. My cock is sliding against the counter with every movement.

I give back as ferociously as he’s taking. He bites me and then laps at the indent he made with his tongue; it feels like a fist of warmth hitting right into my chest. His hand covers mine once again, and lifting the gun up, his finger pushes mine on the trigger. The two shots booming in the room, don’t halt my lust. My desire has reached the skylights, a gun firing close to me, even though dangerous, can’t stop this. Nothing can.

I’m trapped in a pleasure haze while he’s eating the fuck out of my mouth. I’m melting against him, my legs are giving out, but I still meet him, passionate stroke for passionate stroke.

“There’s nothing sexier in my world than you holding a gun,” he rasps against my trembling lips.

His hands slide down my sides until they find bare skin. They grip my hips, making me gasp. Fingers glide under my panties, taking two handfuls of ass cheeks bruisingly hard. The pain hits me inside where it feels so good, and I let my head fall back on his shoulder. The loud growls that leave his lips cover the sound of my slutty moan as he drives his leaking dick against my wet panties.

“Keep hold of the gun.” I barely process his command when I’m suddenly spun around and lifted up—one hand holding my ass.My legs are hooked around his waist as my back hits the pole that divides each firing stand.

“Take off your sweater,” he orders. I do so as he unbuttons his jeans with deft fingers, taking out his dick before releasing mine from my panties. He opens his mouth and lets saliva drip on them before wrapping a large hand around both shafts and starting to jerk them off. My hands fall on his shoulders, the one not holding the gun grips the skin, nails digging in. My eyes are fixed on our dripping cocks moving against each other. His is longer and thicker than mine; his piercings keep stroking my sensitive skin, sending bolts of undiluted ecstasy all over my body.

“Uri. Yes!” I scream as I start moving my hips to get more friction.

He pins me more firmly against the pole as the rhythm of his hand increases. My back hurts, enhancing the pleasure and making me crave more.

A gasp falls from me when I find Uri watching me with depraved intensity, teeth gritted. The mole on his cheek trembling. “Suck on your fingers.”

I follow his growled command without hesitation, pushing three inside my mouth and sucking them like I would his cock.

“Fuuuck!” His nostrils flare as his strokes slow down. “Fuck yourself. Let me look at your lewd face while your fingers are plunging in and out of your hole.”

Holy shit. This is too good; I feel like I’m going to pass out from too much pleasure. The sound of a hard slap makes me find his glaring eyes again. The burn comes after, focusing on the side of my hip. I hiss as my dick twitches, ready to come.

I move my slick fingers down. His hand gripping my butt pulls the panty fabric away, keeping one cheek spread to give my fingers easier access.

“Only the tip first, in and out of that pink pucker. Feel it opening you, slowly,” Uri whispers sultrily, making my eyes cross as I do what he wants. His other hand is giving our dicks slow, firm pumps now, which are not enough.