Bullet XXXVI (.1)

Warning, nsfw content in this chapter. No need to read it, nothing particularly relevant happens.

Okay, this was originally included in the previous chapter, but it was cut because it seemed to me that the chapter would be too long, plus I had a little trouble writing the beginning of the act. Instead, writing it when they are more or less in the middle was easier for me.

Another reason? I don't know, I guess I just wanted to play around and try something new (insert perverted laugh here).

Obviously I'm not an expert at this and I consider the scene to be a bit "Meh" for a Lemon.

Anyway, don't get used to it. I don't plan to do each and every scene that may arise from these horny bastards, only when I feel like it and see that it doesn't look so forced.

By the way, to separate those specific moments from the rest of the story, I just put that "(.1)".

Well, that's all I had to say. Enjoy(?) reading and see you next time.

Rock was lying on the edge of the bed, his legs touching the floor, while Balalaika rode him with her hands resting on his shoulders and setting the rhythm with her own hips. A slow, hard rhythm that almost killed him. On the other side, he was squeezing her breasts, big, round and firm, using his thumbs to caress her pink, erect nipples.

She had been in complete control and had treated him roughly from the start, and Rock loved it.

But Balalaika was also cruel, she had brought him almost to climax only to then break away from him and take a couple of swigs from the bottle of alcohol.

She had done this a couple of times since they started, managing to have two satisfying orgasms while Rock only had one...which didn't even count, since it was before the real action started. He could only hold out for 30 embarrassing seconds before cumming when she used her feet, still with those black stockings on, to jerk him off during foreplay.

So Balalaika was not only torturing him that way because of her own sadistic nature, but it was also a punishment for him.

But now, after a while of another round of pleasurable riding, she seemed to be too into it to punish him again, her head up and mouth wide open, moaning loudly.

Rock straightened up on the edge of the bed, releasing her breasts and bringing his hands to her ass. She didn't mind and settled quickly without interrupting the hip movement, bringing her hands to his back and burying her head in his neck, biting him.

"Harder." -said Rock in a husky voice, giving her a resounding slap on her ass and making her moan. "Bite... harder."

Balalaika let out a slight laugh and obeyed. The slight burst of pain caused by the teeth sinking into his skin raised his pleasure to unimaginable levels, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. He began to move his hips faster and faster, continuing to slap her ass, as she seemed to like it the way her insides clenched around his member.

,

Balalaika lifted her head to look at him. "I cum-"

Rock silenced her with a kiss, sticking his tongue in her mouth. Balalaika let out a choked moan and her whole body trembled, having her third warm, wet orgasm. When she finished cumming, Balalaika broke the kiss and fell onto Rock's chest, lying motionless and breathing hard.

"You didn't cum…" -She said, after a moment. "I wouldn't have minded if you did it inside."

"Now, that's dangerous." -answered Rock, taking advantage of the pause to catch his breath. They were fucking without protection, neither of them had cared when they started, and it was too late to worry about that, but cumming inside was a different matter. More complicated, and dangerous for obvious reasons.

Besides, even though it was true that he was close, he preferred to make the damn effort and hold back, letting her enjoy her own orgasm. He loved watching her squirm and squeal with pleasure.

"I took pills to avoid those risks."

"You're prepared for anything, huh?"

"Don't be an idiot." -Balalaika began to nibble on his neck, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. "You think I invited you to my room just because of the disk thing? Even if that hadn't happened, I still would have told you to fuck."

Rock felt a little awkward for not knowing what to say or how to react, wondering if it was just a joke or she meant it. And if it was the latter...why exactly?

He didn't look, or consider himself, that way as an attractive or physically strong enough to catch the eye of someone like her. Nor did he know how to use a damn gun.

Now that he remembered, Balalaika had mentioned that that wasn't something strictly necessary when he was looking for someone worth recruiting for his ranks at the Moscow Hotel, or for relaxation apparently. But still, Rock didn't consider himself particularly smart either. He was just a regular guy... with an odd dose of good and bad luck.

As he pondered in silence and she recovered her energy, they both remained silent. Not an awkward one that needed to be filled with words, they were simply enjoying each other's company. At least Rock was, she was a beautiful woman lying on top of him...her big tits pressing against his chest.

Her ponytail was untied, so her long blonde hair fell down her back and shoulders like a sheet. Sweat made her pale skin glow, highlighting the flush on her face, either from physical exertion or because she was a little drunk from the whiskey. Probably both.

The scars that ran down her body were not unpleasant, on the contrary, they made her look more exotic.

Absentmindedly, Rock brushed aside some of that blonde hair and began to draw circles on her back, drawing a soft moan from her, almost like a purr. Balalaika's back was slender but surprisingly firm, without ever losing its feminine contours to muscle.

Come on...her back was so sexy that he was starting to awaken a new fetish besides his taste for legs.

And she had been absolutely right. That sex session had taken the tension out of his shoulders and relaxed him completely.

Balalaika suddenly straightened up and broke away from him, standing up. Rock thought she was either going to go pour herself another drink, or that she was annoyed by his touch and had had enough of the moment...which would be terribly disappointing.

But then, Balalaika knelt in front of him, placing both hands on his knees, spreading them a little.

Then she grasped his dick with one hand, firmly.

"What the...?" -Before he could finish the question, the blonde took the entire member into her mouth. No licking or foreplay, she was rough and direct. Rock gasped and fell back. Her mouth was also wet and hot, but somehow different. "Oh, for...God's sake."

Her blue eyes were fixed on him, watching him enjoy the pleasure he was giving her. As he sank to the mattress, collapsing, Balalaika began to suck more intensely. Balalaika's choked moans, as well as her slight gagging as she swallowed his cock all the way down her throat, filled the room.

Rock was completely and utterly transfixed as she gave him a wonderful blowjob.

A moment later, he remembered that it was imperative to breathe to stay alive and took a breath, trying to get his heart to beat normally again. Enough so that he wouldn't have a heart attack, at least.

Rock forced himself to keep his eyes open, something quite difficult given the degree of pleasure she was subjecting him to, and slowly sat up to look at her. Balalaika was devouring his cock with greedy lust. And all the while still moving her hands around his shaft and balls.

But as much as he wanted to continue, Rock was aware that he would not be able to endure this sweet torture.

In fact, he was already feeling his orgasm approaching. Balalaika had had him on edge from the start, stopping at just the right moment and «cooling him down» for a moment. But that now that she was giving it all at once for him to have his longed-for orgasm, well, it was a sudden change to say the least.

Still, that made it terribly exciting. What's more, the more aggressive she got, the harder his cock got, and it wasn't just in terms of the blowjob...was he really a fucking masochist?

Feeling he could take no more, he tried to lift Balalaika's head from his crotch, but she wouldn't let him, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say «Why are you bothering, can't you see I'm busy? »

"Shiiit, I'm coming." -Rock moaned, his teeth clenched. That seemed to excite her, as she closed her eyes and started sucking harder and faster. "Oh, hell... Balalaika, stop, I'm going to..."

But she didn't stop and the climax finally came. Rock again fell back against the mattress, grabbing her blonde hair and lifting his hips, driving himself even deeper into her mouth. The semen shot out like a gun; bang, bang, bang, bang.

Dizzy, Rock closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of her heavy breathing along with the sound of Balalaika swallowing, feeling a sense of relief run through his entire body.

And then he cried out in pain when he felt a prick on the inside of his thigh. When he opened his eyes, Balalaika was already on top of him again, but this time on her back giving him a spectacular view of her rounded, firm ass.

"Who said you could sleep? I'm not done with you yet." -She gave herself a hard slap on the ass. Then, she used her hands to spread her buttocks apart, bringing her ass a little closer to Rock's face. "Come on, now it's your turn, get to work."