Discovering Me
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Oh, I am watching. How the hell could I not?
He brings one hand up to his mouth, spits in his palm, and drops it down to wet his dick. His movements become faster and harder with each stroke. Precum leaks from the head, and I want so very badly to lick it off him. When his breathing picks up, mine does, too. I could get off just watching this man make himself cum.
He grunts, grips it so tight it turns bright red, and his cum shoots out, but his hand doesn’t stop. It keeps going until each drop releases from his beautiful cock.
“It takes me seconds just by lookin’ at you,” he huffs, trying to catch his breath. “Fuckin’seconds.”
He always knows how to make me feel better. His words are not something others might find endearing, but they are to me. When Sniper knows I am satisfied with his quick show, he leans down, kisses my forehead, and climbs into the shower and I slump against the back of the toilet.
I am in so deep. So deep, that even if I wanted, I couldn’t escape to the surface if I tried.
***
Chapter Twenty Six
Sniper
One week later
We’ve been scouting out Petra’s place, watching how many men enter and leave. It is fucking exhausting, this wait to exact my revenge and end the pain and the suffering they caused Piper and Jinx. It is also torture to watch my girl walk around in barely there clothes and not be able to fuck her. Speaking of my girl, where the fuck did she go? I hate when she disappears and she knows this. I start searching the house. When she isn’t in the kitchen, living room, or hallway bathroom, I make my way to our bedroom. I open the door slowly because sounds seem to still spook her, and what I find is unfuckingbelievable. Candles are lit all over our fucking bedroom.
“Darlin’,” I say with a crook when I see her on the bed with not an inch of clothing on her beautiful body. “What’s goin’ on?” I choke out.
She can’t do this shit to me. I’m a caged fucking animal, and it has taken everything in me not to fucking pounce on her, as it is.
“Sniper,” she whispers low.
Oh fuck me, she is speaking. I shake my head no and start to back away. She isn’t ready for sex yet, and she shouldn’t be talking. This shit isn’t fair to either of us.
“Stop,” she orders with another whisper. “I can talk, just not a lot, okay? And you just have to be careful, is all.”
“You’re not ready. It’s too soon, Pipe. Too fuckin’ soon,” I whisper with a hoarse voice.
“You’re my one and only. The only man I have ever allowed to have me.” She sighs. “Do you get that? The only man allowed. I want you, and only you. We just need to be careful, all right? Please, for me?”
Me, be careful, after thinking I lost her and now knowing that I fucking love her? She wants me to be careful? And, I’m it for her? No pressure there at fucking all. None.
Fuck, I want to throw her against a wall and pound us through the sheetrock. How the fuck is that in any way careful? Especially after hearing those sweet words from my girl.
“No, baby, I’ll hurt you,” I say, holding up my hands and closing my eyes to shield my vision from her naked form. I want to strangle my girl right now. I can’t believe she is doing this to me. This shit is unfair.
“Please,” she begs lightly. “I only want to feel you.”
My eyes fling open. What does she mean she wants to feel me? What the fuck? Is she still thinking about what they did to her? I growl, look behind me, and contemplate an exit, but when I turn back towards her, the look on her face almost takes me to my knees.
“I won’t last long, darlin’, not with you lookin’ at me like that,” I choke out as I strip from my clothes.
“That’s okay, neither will I,” she replies sweetly.
Fuck if it is okay. “No, no, it isn’t. You deserve forever.”
She does her best to sit up with her hurt ribs and cocks her finger at me, and when I am shuffled out of my clothes, I slowly make my way over to her.
How the fuck am I going to be gentle with her doe eyes looking at me like I am the man of her fucking dreams? Shit is fucked up.
I get up on our bed and crawl over her on my knees, place one arm behind her back, and gently lay her back down. I know I will have to take care with her, and it will take all my strength to be slow and not to hurt her.
“God, Pipe, you sure, baby?”
She says not one word, but her smile lights up her face, and I take that as my go ahead. I spread her legs and take in her sweet cunt staring at me. How in the hell am I supposed to go gentle with her when her pussy is already glistening and her pierced tits are bared for me to see? This is sweet torture and I am being punished.
“Any day now,” she whispers.
I take a deep breath and move between her delicious thighs. I exhale as I enter her, and as soon as her wet walls suck at my cock, it takes every ounce of willpower I have inside of myself not to pound into her.
“Slow, Perseus, slow,” she coaxes.
And she had to use my name. Fuck, I am so fucked! I grunt and move in and out so slowly that my own dick wants to tear itself off and start ramming itself inside of her.
“Piper, fuck baby, I can’t,” I choke.
Shit. Fuck. Jesus all mighty!
“Shhh…”
She wants me to stop talking but I can’t. I move in and out with ease and grunt when she starts making the sweetest fucking sounds I have ever heard come from a woman. She keeps getting better and better and she’s mine. All. Fucking. Mine.
He brings one hand up to his mouth, spits in his palm, and drops it down to wet his dick. His movements become faster and harder with each stroke. Precum leaks from the head, and I want so very badly to lick it off him. When his breathing picks up, mine does, too. I could get off just watching this man make himself cum.
He grunts, grips it so tight it turns bright red, and his cum shoots out, but his hand doesn’t stop. It keeps going until each drop releases from his beautiful cock.
“It takes me seconds just by lookin’ at you,” he huffs, trying to catch his breath. “Fuckin’seconds.”
He always knows how to make me feel better. His words are not something others might find endearing, but they are to me. When Sniper knows I am satisfied with his quick show, he leans down, kisses my forehead, and climbs into the shower and I slump against the back of the toilet.
I am in so deep. So deep, that even if I wanted, I couldn’t escape to the surface if I tried.
***
Chapter Twenty Six
Sniper
One week later
We’ve been scouting out Petra’s place, watching how many men enter and leave. It is fucking exhausting, this wait to exact my revenge and end the pain and the suffering they caused Piper and Jinx. It is also torture to watch my girl walk around in barely there clothes and not be able to fuck her. Speaking of my girl, where the fuck did she go? I hate when she disappears and she knows this. I start searching the house. When she isn’t in the kitchen, living room, or hallway bathroom, I make my way to our bedroom. I open the door slowly because sounds seem to still spook her, and what I find is unfuckingbelievable. Candles are lit all over our fucking bedroom.
“Darlin’,” I say with a crook when I see her on the bed with not an inch of clothing on her beautiful body. “What’s goin’ on?” I choke out.
She can’t do this shit to me. I’m a caged fucking animal, and it has taken everything in me not to fucking pounce on her, as it is.
“Sniper,” she whispers low.
Oh fuck me, she is speaking. I shake my head no and start to back away. She isn’t ready for sex yet, and she shouldn’t be talking. This shit isn’t fair to either of us.
“Stop,” she orders with another whisper. “I can talk, just not a lot, okay? And you just have to be careful, is all.”
“You’re not ready. It’s too soon, Pipe. Too fuckin’ soon,” I whisper with a hoarse voice.
“You’re my one and only. The only man I have ever allowed to have me.” She sighs. “Do you get that? The only man allowed. I want you, and only you. We just need to be careful, all right? Please, for me?”
Me, be careful, after thinking I lost her and now knowing that I fucking love her? She wants me to be careful? And, I’m it for her? No pressure there at fucking all. None.
Fuck, I want to throw her against a wall and pound us through the sheetrock. How the fuck is that in any way careful? Especially after hearing those sweet words from my girl.
“No, baby, I’ll hurt you,” I say, holding up my hands and closing my eyes to shield my vision from her naked form. I want to strangle my girl right now. I can’t believe she is doing this to me. This shit is unfair.
“Please,” she begs lightly. “I only want to feel you.”
My eyes fling open. What does she mean she wants to feel me? What the fuck? Is she still thinking about what they did to her? I growl, look behind me, and contemplate an exit, but when I turn back towards her, the look on her face almost takes me to my knees.
“I won’t last long, darlin’, not with you lookin’ at me like that,” I choke out as I strip from my clothes.
“That’s okay, neither will I,” she replies sweetly.
Fuck if it is okay. “No, no, it isn’t. You deserve forever.”
She does her best to sit up with her hurt ribs and cocks her finger at me, and when I am shuffled out of my clothes, I slowly make my way over to her.
How the fuck am I going to be gentle with her doe eyes looking at me like I am the man of her fucking dreams? Shit is fucked up.
I get up on our bed and crawl over her on my knees, place one arm behind her back, and gently lay her back down. I know I will have to take care with her, and it will take all my strength to be slow and not to hurt her.
“God, Pipe, you sure, baby?”
She says not one word, but her smile lights up her face, and I take that as my go ahead. I spread her legs and take in her sweet cunt staring at me. How in the hell am I supposed to go gentle with her when her pussy is already glistening and her pierced tits are bared for me to see? This is sweet torture and I am being punished.
“Any day now,” she whispers.
I take a deep breath and move between her delicious thighs. I exhale as I enter her, and as soon as her wet walls suck at my cock, it takes every ounce of willpower I have inside of myself not to pound into her.
“Slow, Perseus, slow,” she coaxes.
And she had to use my name. Fuck, I am so fucked! I grunt and move in and out so slowly that my own dick wants to tear itself off and start ramming itself inside of her.
“Piper, fuck baby, I can’t,” I choke.
Shit. Fuck. Jesus all mighty!
“Shhh…”
She wants me to stop talking but I can’t. I move in and out with ease and grunt when she starts making the sweetest fucking sounds I have ever heard come from a woman. She keeps getting better and better and she’s mine. All. Fucking. Mine.
