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But her fingers never went near the trigger. On my way back down, I gave her index finger a sloppy suck, thrilled by the way her jaw tensed in response.

“Fuuuuuck this. Get up.” Cyrus hoisted me up, but I was barely on my feet before she turned me to face the car. With a flat palm, she pressed me down into the car, bending me over the driver’s seat.

Her belt unbuckled, but it was the barrel of the gun that spread my pussy.

“Fuck!” I yelped, tensing as the ridged metal forced its way inside of me. Cyrus’ free hand quickly solved my tension, though: a few teases over my clit, and I was melting in her palm again.

“Good toy,” she murmured, gently pumping the gun in and out of my channel to make space.

There was no denying how incredible it felt. Psychotic, but incredible. In time, I found myself bucking back against her, taking the whole length of the barrel inside of me.

Have I lost my fucking mind?

The question didn’t have time to take root before a new sensation wiped all thought from my brain: while the gun filled my pussy, Cyrus’ huge dildo filled my ass.

“Holy shit!” I whimpered, biting the leather seat to stop myself from crying out.

“Take it for me,” she muttered, “you’re so fucking good at taking me, Tess.”

And I wanted to, but fuck was she testing my body’s limits.

Her gun and her cock thrust into me at alternating paces, competing to see who could fill me best. And with each thrust, my pulse thundered from my head straight down to my clit, nerve endings alive with energy. At this rate, I wouldn’t have enough blood in my head for a single thought.

Doesn’t matter. My brain’s gone to mush anyway.

I screamed into the driver’s seat as Cyrus fucked me, her hips slamming against my ass with each savage thrust. Her fingers dug into the base of my neck, lifting my head by the hair so that I couldn’t muffle my cries.

“Louder.”

A throaty whine fled my lips: the sound was pathetic, guttural even. But it only spurred her to unleash a growl of her own.

Cyrus was fucking rabid — I could feel it in the strength of her grip, the force of her thrusts, the rumble of her voice. She was close to finishing.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. My Freaks always had something in the base of those packers: a grinder, a vibrator, a suction toy. But given how responsive she was to my voice, I had a feeling that just the sight of me like this would be enough to get her there.

I opened my mouth to tease her about it, but all that came out were pitiful whimpers. Any time I thought I had the wherewithal to speak, another thrust at my core knocked the air right from my lungs.

“Fuckkkk,” Cyrus laughed, shuddering as she plunged deeper. “You take it so fucking easy, Ragdoll. Do you have any idea how fun it is to play with you?”

“A-aahh!” I could feel the tension building at my core, my excitement growing with hers.

“So fucking eager, so fucking slutty for me. Next time you pipe up with that bratty attitude, I want you to remember just how easily you took my gun and my cock. I hardly even had to fucking ask…”

Another roll of her husky laughter sent a chill down my spine. I was going to come. I was going to come, I was going to— “Cyrus!”

Like she already knew, Cyrus plunged the barrel of the gun deep inside of me, fucking my ass as hard as she pleased. “Come on it. Come for me, Tess.”

There wasn’t much of a choice: the second the command left her lips, my body began to quake. Something deeper than instinct took over. I cried out, legs failing me as I floundered against the leather seat, thrashing desperately.

Cyrus had claimed control of my every nerve ending and set them on fire. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t help but try to escape it. Tears streamed down my hot cheeks as I quaked against her, but her grip was iron tight, even as she reached her own orgasm.

“You’re not going anywhere, Ragdoll. I’m not stopping until I have every drop of your pleasure. You’re mine. Mine, m—unnghh!”

The quaking of her own hips sent a tremor through my clit, though I was too spent to do anything other than mewl. Still, she thrust and thrust and thrust, filling the air with the wet sounds of my excitement until her own body was spent.

“Fuck,” she hissed, pulling the gun out before giving one last thrust of her cock.

My body hummed with excitement. Even through my exhaustion, I would have happily laid there all night, thrilled to be used for her pleasure. But as she exited me, I was struck by just how cold the night was — and just how tired I’d become.