Target Hit

Target Hit Target Hit

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is part two to "Sharpshooter"....

Summary

This is part two to "Sharpshooter"....

Content

Submitted: August 10, 2013

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Content

Submitted: August 10, 2013

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I was nervous as I heard him come home.  I was gambling that he truly wanted what I was about to give him.  I wrung my hands in desperation.  I was breaking every rule he had.  I left the house without permission, and I took the car and forgot to let him know I would be out.  I heard the door to his car slam, and I saw the look on his face.  He flung the door open, his face mottled with rage.

“Where the hell were you?  I came home and you were gone!”  He looked mad enough to slap me, although I was sure he wouldn’t.

I shuffled my feet a little.  “I had to go pick up something, and it was last minute.”

He shook his head, “I told you to at least check with me.  There is no reason you need to leave in the middle of the day!”

His voice was sharp and his eyes penetrated me.  There was a profound look of disgust on his face as he opened a can of soda.  He swallowed his drink and gave me another look as he left the kitchen, his boots stomping on the floor.  I had irritated him enough, but I had to poke the beast again.

“You can’t tell me where to go,” I flared loudly, “I am a grown woman!”

He shook his head like an animal shooing a fly, “Oh really?  I was under the impression that you actually wanted to be here with me.  It really looked like it when you were on your back with your legs spread.”  His mouth twisted in a cruel sneer as he regarded me.

This was too much.  “I was under the impression I had the right to do what the hell I wanted!”

I was sure he had had enough by now, and I walked away, stomping like he had.  I slammed the bedroom door, furious that he had ruined everything.  I went into our bathroom and locked the door, where I sat sobbing on the floor like a broken-hearted child.  It wasn’t long before I heard him call my name again, and then I heard the bedroom door open.  He called my name again.  I didn’t answer.  He called a third time, and I answered.  I heard his fist hit the door like iron.  “Come the fuck out, RIGHT NOW!” he bellowed.

I felt rage and despair boil inside of me.  “No!  I’m not coming out!”

The air was dead and calm for a few seconds.  I heard him clear his throat.  “Alright, have it your way.”

There was a crash, and a sudden bang as the door was knocked down.  I looked up, dazed and confused as he dragged me out of the bathroom into our bedroom.  I couldn’t protest at first, I could only follow.  Then I regained my senses and struggled as he pulled my wrist.  I was mad with fury.  I felt him pull me close and shake me as he yelled in my face.  “What in the hell is wrong with you?!”

I gazed at him with pure hatred, but I melted when he met my gaze.  His arm locked around my waist, he pulled me close.  I violently pushed away at the last second as our lips grazed one another.  “I won’t,” I declared.

I suppose he had no reason to tolerate my sudden mood swings.  He slammed me into the bed and pinned me there.  “I have no fucking clue what is wrong with you, but you need to snap out of it.  And one way or another I will teach you.”

I wasn’t really afraid of him anymore, but I wanted to push him.  I wrestled my way away from him to give him a vicious grin.  “You think you can teach me anything?  I am way beyond your level!”

Maybe I pushed too far again.  His hands gripped me by the ankles as he dragged me down the bed, where he shredded my shirt off of me.  He looked at me hungrily, his lips parted in triumph and indecision.  My breasts jiggled wildly in front of him, and he pinched my stiff pink nipples before sucking one.  I groaned without really knowing why I had given up.  I felt his hands slide my shorts down to reveal my body to full nakedness.  He let go of my wrists and concentrated on kissing his way down my body.  I sighed very softly, and he smiled.  “You’re a brat, you know that?”  I nodded as his lips met my labia.  “On second thought, a brat needs to learn to keep her mouth shut.”

I felt him pull me onto the floor, where he pushed me to my knees.  “Open your mouth, brat.  I’m going to teach you not to talk back.”

I opened my mouth hesitantly and he seized a handful of my long hair and shoved himself in my open mouth.  He pressed forward hungrily, and told me to put my hands behind my back.  I did so, aware that he was stiffening more.  He pushed until I gagged, tears rolling down my face.  His free hand cupped my chin as he pushed again, this time I nearly threw up.  “Remember this the next time you get uppity.”

I nodded as he ordered me on my back on the bed.  I wanted to disobey, but my raw throat reminded me of my mistake.  I lay there shaking like a frightened rabbit as he looked me over.  His weight came down on me as he kissed me again and looked in my eyes.  Normally he looked tough and invincible to me, but now he looked at me with an air of concern.  “What’s bothering you?  You’re restless and bratty, and that is not like you.”

I shrugged and sighed, “I just found out I’m pregnant.”

His face actually lit up in that crooked little smile I had come to know and love so well, “That explains a lot of things, Miss Brat.”  He touched my face and kissed me again.  I felt my entire body shaking as I completely gave into him, yet again.  A part of my mind was certainly wondering how he had charmed me into his bed so fast.  I didn’t hesitate to let him wrap me in his arms and stroke my skin all over.  His eyes kept trailing to my abdomen as if he could see the tiny human that had latched on to the walls of my womb.  I was blushing again, my face on fire as he pawed me with tender hands.  His harshness was forgotten as I surrendered to him.

His clothes were gone before I could blink, and he was in between my legs lining up our bodies.  He would never be a big man, but he was more powerful than me.  I offered no resistance to him, but allowed him to intertwine our hands and hold them over my head as he pressed forward, my lips parting slowly.  I could see his face filled with a determination while he pried me open.  I gasped at the feeling of pure bliss as we became one.  All my life I had wanted this, and it had been denied so many times.  He grunted in my ear softly, and said my name over and over.  I had to laugh when he pressed inside of me as hard as he could and said, “Target hit, mission accomplished.”


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