Page 33 of Never Wed an Outlaw

There I was at the edge of the bed, sucking off my big brother's boss and his best friend, moving my free hand between my legs. When Dusty looked out from his bliss and saw me playing with my clit while I took him in my mouth, his eyes went wide.

“Fuck me senseless. You're that insatiable, darlin'?”

He had no idea. I tried not to smile, pushing my facedown harder, making him forget all about anything I was doing except trying to suck every last drop from his balls.

“Shit!” Dust stiffened again, his hand in my hair pulling tighter on my locks. “I'm gonna fuck you like I never fucked any pussy after this. Gonna bend you over, beautiful. Slap your sweet ass raw, beat my balls against your greedy little clit 'til your cunt drains every drop. Fuck you like you've been craving for years, Hannah.”

Yes, yes, yes, and please.My hand moved faster, and I moaned on his cock, moving my lips faster.

His dirty words were driving us both over the edge. I hadn't even given up my cherry yet, and itscaredme to think how good it might feel when his cock left my mouth and found its way between my legs.

“Goddamn, you're a natural,” he growled, putting his other hand against my shoulder, pushing his fingers deep into my skin. “Don't fuckin' stop, Hannah. Not foranything.”

Anything, huh? That was what I'd give him with my mouth, my breasts, my aching, creaming, virgin pussy, about to go into convulsions as I fucked my fingers again.

He was going over the cliff, and I'd surely follow. Both of us blown over, just as soon as he let go, and –

“Good goddamn, woman, here we fuckin' go!Coming.”

His cock swelled to nearly twice its size. I tried to focus, prepare myself for the hot, seething flood about to pour into me, but it all went to pieces when that fire I'd been kindling between my legs exploded.

We came together.

Loud. Grunting. Moaning. Messy.

Somehow, I kept bobbing my lips up and down his cock, driving my tongue into that little spot below his cock's crown that made him jerk and thrash like a bull in rut. He filled me, shooting his essence into my mouth.

It was hot, salty, and so divine I came unraveled again and again. My pussy burned against my fingers, each twitch deep inside me turning my blood to lava.

Dusty's come spilled out, streaming down both sides of my lips, then flowing lower. When the frenzy finally ended and I took him out of my mouth, I was wearing a warm, sexual necklace above my breasts that threatened to get me wet all over again.

“Down,” he growled, taking me by the shoulders and pinning me to the bed. “I ain't done yet. You're a lucky woman.”

“Why's that?” I asked softly, smiling when his stubble grazed my cheek. “Seems to me you're the lucky one, Dusty, coming like a bandit all over me.”

“Yeah, and you're fuckin' beautiful, wearing my seed. 'Bout half as pretty as you'll look when I've pumped my load inside you, and watched it pour out that greedy little pussy.” He paused, running two fingers against my folds, still slick and ready for him. “You really wanna know? You're lucky because I don't even need a minute's rest to fuck you into outer space. You've got me hard as a goddamned rock after comin' in your sweet little mouth, darlin', and that's really somethin'.”

New tingles ran through my pussy, crawling into mylegs, which slowly opened for his huge, powerful body. “I don't know about this luck, Dusty. I think you'd better show me so I understand. I'm a virgin, after all.”

I smiled sweetly. It was either play the part with a grin plastered to my hot, red face, or else let the nerves and awkwardness consume me.

Was that even possible with him, though? This all felt natural. So good, so right, so powerful, it unsettled me deep down inside.

But I didn't have long to dwell on it when he began kissing my throat. Dust's lips ran low, down to my nipples, growling the whole way. He sucked them slowly, needling them with his teeth and fingers, taking his time to warm me up before I realized I was moaning, grinding my pussy into his knee.

“Beg,” he said, one simple word when he finally came up.

“What?”

“You heard me, darlin'.” He smiled, quickly reaching behind my head and fisting my hair, leaning back so I could see his swollen cock pulsing, dangerously close to my pussy, eager to deflower me. Metal crinkled in his hand, a condom leaving its packet, before rolling over his relentless hard-on.

“I ain't taking this pussy 'til I hear the magic word. That was part of the deal we made, the one that said this beautiful thing won't go all the way 'til you tell me you're ready.”

Unbelievable. I didn't know how he could stand it, remembering that stupid, flirtatious dance between us that seemed like a million years ago.

If my lust didn't have my pride on a leash, I would've balked. Instead, I grabbed his big arm with both hands, digging my fingernails in. I ran my legs up and down on his, loving how his hard muscle and tiny, manly hairs prickled my skin.

“Fuck me, Dusty. Please.”

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