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My mouth goes wide as the first finger suddenly slides in. It stings without lube. I can feel every little twinge and pang. It’s titillatingly erotic.

“You got it all in,” he says provocatively. “Stretch that hole, play with it, make it loose for the next finger.” He spits on our cocks again. His hand is beating us off a little faster.

“One more,” I gasp as I add another inside. I never knew I could turn into such a wanton person. It’s so freeing to embrace who I am. So right.

“Keep going, Baby Blue, let me hear how much you like it.”

The third finger glides near the others as I pump them in and out. A moan echoes in the room, or maybe I keep crying all my pleasure. I don’t know anymore. I’m feeling too much. My senses are in overdrive, and yet I want more.

The gun. I’m still holding it in my hand. I unhook my arm from behind his neck and bring it over my chest. I let the cold muzzle touch my nipple through the thin cotton bra. The bud stiffens, and a whimper leaves my mouth as I press the metal more firmly over it. Uri’s surprised grunt makes me look at him as I shiver with delight. The consuming desire in his eyes encourages me further. I trail the pistol over my neck, my chin, my cheek,feeling the air leaving my mouth in panted breaths. I stop only when I reach my parted lips.

His hand halts as well and his grip loosens around our shafts, making me almost scream in desperation. My body stiffens when suddenly I feel one of his fingers piercing my hole. It slides next to mine, bigger, longer, thicker, impossibly and painfully stretching me. It’s not a gentle discomfort. It burns me from the inside and turns me into a sex fiend. My shaking legs tighten around his waist as my hips start impaling my hole on our combined four fingers.

“Lick it. Fucking lick Honey Ryder.” His voice sounds thunderous, I’ve never heard this tone from him. Demanding and menacing, promising sweet hell if I don’t comply. It excites me. I push my tongue out between my lips, and keeping my gaze fixed on his, I give the metal barrel a long, slow, sensual lick.

The growl ripping out of his chest is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Say my name again,” he hisses, but I can hardly breathe. His hand is beating us off at a frantic tempo. He’s working me on both sides, finger fucking me roughly and mercilessly. I’m utterly lost to him.

He shoves my back even harder against the pole, his hips pinning me in place as he goes at me like a man desperate for more. I can feel the way our pre-cum helps our dicks move smoothly on every erotic slide, and it feels so incredibly amazing that I don’t want it to end. But there’s no way I can hold myself back with Uri.

He suddenly grabs my balls and squeezes so hard I cry as stars appear in front of my eyes. I feel heavy tears falling down mycheeks as I’m engulfed by immeasurable pleasure. It bursts out of me, making my body arch. The first spurt hits my chest as I shiver, overtaken by bliss. I scream his name over and over, until my throat hurts.

When I come back to earth, I feel cum sliding down my chest and belly. I’m light, body buzzing. I open my eyes, letting more tears roll down. When my sight clears, what I see on Uri’s face is not satisfaction. His expression is dark, jaw tense, completely closed off.

Without looking at me, he lets me down slowly and cautiously, and places Honey Ryder on the counter. I suddenly feel cold. I wrap my arms around my chest, but it’s no use, because I soon realize the chill is coming from inside me.

When I look down at Uri’s still open pants, I notice he’s still hard. He didn’t come.

“Didn’t you like it?” What a stupid question. He kissed me, touched me with such passion, and he’s hard, of course he liked it.

“Do you want my mouth again?” I ask hesitantly.

Why isn’t he answering me? He’s just staring at one of the targets, looking tense. His fist flexing, jaw ticking. Dick leaking pre-cum.

I reach my hand out with the intention of jerking him off, but he grabs my wrist before I make contact. His grip is too tight, just shy of painful. I shudder at the delicious sensation, and he abruptly releases me and starts buttoning up his jeans.

“Don’t you want to?” I whisper, covering my aching wrist, hoping to keep some of Uri’s warmth there.

“I’ve never hesitated to take what I want through any means necessary. It’s not a question of want,” he answers cryptically.

“Of what then?”

“Need.”

I have the strangest feeling he’s talking about something else. Could it be my pain kink? We’ve never talked about it. I thought the spanking was his way of trying to go along with this preference of mine. Was I wrong?

“Go wash yourself.” His tone sounds final and grave.

“Are you serious?” I ask, baffled by his change of mood. He doesn’t even want me to help him feel good.

A sudden thought pierces my mind. “Was this a pity fuck?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He turns his back to me, dismissing me so easily to focus on his guns.

“Don’t know?” I repeat, dread and fury forming a ball inside my throat. “Because I have almost zero experience and you have plenty?”

He doesn’t deny it. His wordless reply fires a silent bullet straight into my heart. I suspected he fucked around, but having the confirmation hurts so much. Do I even have a right to feel like this? I yank my sweater from the floor and hurry toward the door, needing to lick my wounds in private.