Page 84 of Never Wed an Outlaw

“'Bout an hour, maybe a little more going down these curvy mountain roads in the dark.” Dusty's cool grey eyes were fixed on me, sending lightning up my legs. He leaned in, pushing hot breath in my ear. “Let's see if we can make it before I have to pull over, throw the seat down, and fuck you on the side of the road.”

We got about halfwayto the cabin before his hand wouldn't be kept off my panties, and I lost my will to fight it.

Thankfully, this section of the mountains had all sorts of little paths leading into the forests. We took the first gravel road we found in his headlights, rumbling into the dense, dark growth about a quarter of a mile before he parked, and killed the engine. Huge piles of leaves swirled around us, the trees above just beginning to bud as winter relented.

Dusty looked at me while I folded my arms, searching for warmth.

“Forget the heat, darlin'. We'll make our own,” he promised, shoving my panties aside with a single flick.

He kissed me while his stiff fingers pushed into me. I moaned against his tongue, giving him mine, opening my lips for the conquest I'd always welcome, my legs instinctively parting for his hand.

Fuck, he feltgood.

He brushed my clit with his thumb, taking me to thatplease, for the love of God, fuck me nowstage before drawing his fingers back. They grabbed my panties in the middle, jerked them down, and rolled them off my legs while I shuffled out of my boots.

Dusty reached underneath his seat with his free hand. His seat collapsed, making space for me to climb over him, and find my way onto his lap.

“Get on this dick, darlin'.Now.” Thunder filled his throat, running into my skin when he pulled me onto his lap, pressing his stubble into my neck. “I've been waiting all evening, and I ain't wasting another second.”

“Oh? Is that an order?” I asked, running my hands along his leather clad shoulders, grinding into the bulge in his jeans. I loved the smooth, rough contrast his clothes made with his stubble on my bare skin.

“Like you gotta ask. Fuck, darlin', I haven't had enough of you since I brought you back. Waiting for you to heal up wasn't easy.” He lifted my skirt, holding it up, allowing him to see the PROPERTY OF DUST ink I had tattooed high on my lower belly a couple weeks ago. “Goddamn, I love seeing my name on you, babe. Never gonna get tired of it.Never gonna stop missing it when you ain't naked in my bed, about to ride this dick for all we're worth.Never,Hannah, you understand me?”

Tell me about it. No sex for several weeks was the worst part about having a baby, and being tortured by those assholes.

Dusty pushed his fingers into my hair, forming a fist, moving my face until it was just where he wanted. Our eyes locked, frantic as jagged breath filled our lungs, the violent want beating in our veins.

“I missed you, too,” I whispered, muscles turning taut when he pulled my nipple. “Jesus, I missed you so bad.”

His free hand went down between us. I heard his belt buckle coming apart, and soon his cock was out, its angry tip rolling against my wet pussy.

“Nothin' like our honeymoon, making up for lost time. No more games, darlin'. I need to be in you, and if you think I'm gonna wait for sweet talk...” Laying his hand on my ass, he pushed me down, engulfing his length in one sweet, raging movement. “Think again.”

“Dusty...”

I murmured his name while we started to fuck, the only thing I could on our second wedding night. Alive, in love, and lucky to enjoy it.

He filled me. So deep, so hot, so fucking good.

Outside, the early springtime mist coalesced around our truck. The Smokies offered us their majesty while we gave into our primal urges, nothing but our hearts and breath beating in our ears. The air was plenty cool, but we startedto sweat within a minute, moving against each other faster, harder, needier.

“So fuckin' tight,” he rumbled, quickening his thrusts. “Even after Hank. This pussy's getting another kid sooner than you think, darlin'. Count on it.”

Holy shit.If there was any set of words priming me to come on command, he'd found them.

The craziest things sounded sane, soundedhot,whenever they left his lips. Our bodies thrashed and mingled at a base chemical level, and I'd come for this beautiful bastard whenever he asked.

Harder, he thrust into me, another sharp groan catching in his throat. Hearing his pleasure pushed me over. I clenched my teeth, riding him like mad, letting raw passion carry me up and down his magnificent cock.

A harsh moan slipped out my lips, telling us both what was imminent. His hand jerked my hair tighter, bringing my face to his. Dusty's mouth buried me in another kiss, his tongue probing deep, like he wanted to own the pleasure ripping through my body.

“Come already, Hannah. Come like every sweet inch of you is begging to.” He growled the words into my ear, then sank his teeth into my neck, doubling his speed, pistoning into me.

No contest. No delay.

I came.

Sinking down on his cock, clenching him tight, I held on and screamed. My pleasure cry pierced the dense, dark Tennessee night while climax owned me. His relentless cockfucked me straight through it.

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