Page 31 of Never Wed an Outlaw

Yeah. About that virgin thing...

Approaching that subject with the huge, overbearing biker I'd crushed on since forever didn't seem like a realistic possibility.

But Dusty stopped, pushing my hair over my ear, tilting my face until we looked at each other. “What the fuck you mean, beautiful? You must've done this a thousand times before, same as me.”

I shook my head. Could a woman faint from too much blood going straight to her cheeks?

“Bull. Fuckin'. Shit,” he growled, fisting my hair slowly, his gaze on me tightening. “We can fuck in the open, Hannah. You don't have to put me on. I ain't standing here and believing you're a damned...”

His eyes widened and his lips twitched. Two distinct, awe struck signs he couldn't believe what he wanted to say.

“Virgin?” I said, somehow finding my ability to speak. “Yes, Dusty. I am.”

His fist in my hair tightened. Pulling, stretching, tangling everything around his fingers until it burned in the roots. He studied me closely, searching for any sign I'd lied to his face.

“Fuck, it's true, ain't it?” he growled, shaking his head, closing his crazed grey eyes for a lengthy second. “You're sure you wanna give this up to me, darlin'? Whatever the hell happens between us after tonight, you'll remember this forever, being yourfirst.”

“Yes,” I whispered harshly, pushing my fingertips into his wild, inked chest. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt, calling for my nails, urging me to mark him the same way he'd surely do to me. “I want you. You're the first man in a long time I've even thought about going to bed with. Take me. Fuck me. Anything and everything you want, just fortonight. And after that...we'll see.”

His eyes narrowed, and he brought his lips to mine in a slower, fierier kiss. “I'm the luckiest motherfucker in the world to hear you say that, darlin'. Not just because you've got a special way of making my dick throb like mad. Couldn't walk away from this if I tried.”

Pausing, he buried me in another kiss, his hand edging down my naked body. His fingers plunged down, stopped at my inner thigh, and then worked their way up. He cupped my pussy rough, and squeezed, pressing his thumb into my clit.

Moaning wasn't optional. It came pouring out, a breathless sizzle, like he was the only man in the world who knew where to find the switch that turned me on and took me away from hell.

“Fuck, I need you, baby girl. Need to suck you. Need to fuck you. Need to bury this dick to the hilt, every fuckin' inch, and shoot everything I've got into you 'til I'm empty and screaming for more.”

“Dusty, yes!” I whispered, squirming against his hand again.

Wait, not squirming.

Flat out fucking his fingers, my hips grinding into him, begging for the sweet release only he could give me just then.

Dusty didn't wait. He picked me up, slammed us both on the bed, shifting positions until I straddled his massive body. Those steel colored gems in his head locked onto my eyes, hotter than twin suns.

I wriggled self-consciously, that space between my legs almost on his face. So vulnerable, so horny, and so fucking wet for anything he offered.

“Keep still. If I gotta force your legs apart when I go to town, don't you doubt for a fuckin' second I will, darlin'.”

There wasn't any doubting his promise. Dust's fingers sank into my thighs, holding me open, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved his face into me.

One lick. One beautiful, searing, suffocating stroke of his tongue.

My pussy tingled. My brain spun in an endless loop of desire, caving in on itself, surrendering to the promise that I'd be coming on his rugged face.

His first licks were slow, teasing me when I wish he'd bring it home. He knew what he was doing, though, and the warm up paid off about a minute later.

The fireball in my belly was going to explode, ripping me in two.

Lust conquered my veins one lick at a time, electrifying my blood, a raging wave that touched every part of me.

Dusty growled between my legs, licking harder, tongue-fucking me a little deeper each time. Then his focus moved to my clit. I started to shake, screaming as he brought me over the edge.

“Dusty, Dusty...oh, fuck. Yes!” I cried out, wrapping my hands around his head, every muscle in my legs quaking as my orgasm burst free.

Coming!

I pinched my eyes shut, letting them roll in the madwhite ecstasy he'd thrown me into. When my legs strained, trying to flutter shut, he growled louder, held my seizing muscles in his hands.

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