Page 32 of Never Wed an Outlaw

This greedy, wonderful bastard was determined to milk every last ounce of pleasure from me.

And I gave it to him, I gave it all, coming harder than I ever had.

“Don't ever stop screaming my name,” he said, after I'd finally stopped coming. “I want to hear it on your lips every time we're fuckin', darlin'. Tell the whole world who's making your pussy cream. You tell 'em, babe, and never, evereverstop.”

He lifted himself up, pressing his forehead to mine. Those stony grey eyes I'd lost my panties for bored into mine, offering a thousand more possibilities he wanted to do to me tonight.

Hell, maybe several nights. More nights than I ever imagined, if I kept my shield down, and gave up what was his whenever he wanted.

Growling, Dusty took me by the throat, his gentle fingers pressing into my neckline. “A virgin...an honest to God fuckin' virgin...you're like an empty canvass, Hannah. And I'm gonna paint it beautiful. Gonna give it to you slow and hard, make you explode and see stars. All the sweet colors a woman ought to learn.”

I nodded, my skin moving softly against his grip. Slowly, I eased my legs open again, unable to stop my hips from rocking gently back and forth.

This want went full primal. He drew in a deep breath,smelling the sex and pheromones swirling around the room. He stood up, lifting off the end of the bed, and began pulling off his clothes.

I watched in stunned silence.

First, his cut, then the t-shirt underneath stamped with the Deadly Pistols logo, rolling over his head. The fearsome ink underneath on his big, bare chest put the shirt to shame, works of art I'd admired before when he'd been shirtless, but hadn't had the audacity to touch until tonight.

I sat up, placing one hand against his chest while he worked his belt, letting my fingers freely trace his rock hard edges and ripples for the first time.

His abs were all muscle, but they'd been carved rough. Not in some gym like most men chasing the Hercules physique, but by a hard life of work, danger, and yes, sex.

Every powerful square inch of flesh attached to his bones was made riding, running, fucking, fighting, maybe even killing.

Dusty's belt dropped to the floor as he opened his fly, pushing his jeans down to the lonely boots at his feet. I'd never seen beneath his boxers before, but I'd felt the insane cock bulging there many times.

Licking my lips, I pushed my hand to the magnificent bulge throbbing between his legs, only concealed by a thin layer of fabric. I looked up, and his eyes met mine, brighter than ever before.

“Need to see my cock in your sassy little mouth, darlin',” he growled, running one hand through my hair. “Take it out. Stroke it. Suck it. Show me everything you've wantedto do to a man since you were old enough to wonder.”

His open invitation caused me to stiffen, close my eyes for a split second, and let the shudder of excitement run through me.Sweet fuck.

My fingers tightened, molding to the huge, angry shape underneath his boxers. I put my other hand against his waistband, and slowly began to pull.

I barely moved his boxers several inches down his thighs before his full, raging hardness sprang out, hot and alive in my hand. I'd seen my share of dicks online, and this one washuge.Not just long, perfect for stroking deep, but thick.

He must've been half as wide as my fist, a crude reality that painted my cheeks red before I started trying to rolling my hand down his wild, tempting length. Dust growled, pushing his boxers down further, closing his fingers around mine.

“Just like that, babe. Stroke it hard. Get rough. Put your fuckin' tongue against my balls.” His orders made me hot, wet, and everything in between.

I had to focus. Fighting the lust storm in my blood, I looked at him one last time before I stroked down to his base, and moved my lips down to kiss his most sacred part.

Starting low, I worked my way up, allowing him to take away his hand while I dragged my mouth up his cock, starting with his balls. He tasted like earth and masculinity distilled, his scent filling my lungs. I breathed pure Dusty, the gorgeous bastard who'd officially driven me out of my mind.

When I reached the crown of his cock, I pulled my lipsapart, dragging my tongue around the edges.

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl, just like that. Be creative.” He stiffened, and his whole body rumbled from the thrill.

When I moved my lips over his swollen, pulsing head, that tremble in his throat became constant thunder. He went full animal, pushing his hand gently behind my head, slowly guiding my movements. Somehow, he kept his composure, his control, held back on the need I knew he had to ram my face down on his cock in quicker, angrier waves.

And I'd changed, too. One taste of that hot, sticky, pearly liquid flowing across my tongue from his tip, and the craving I'd had before became ten times stronger.

I wanted to make him lose it. Wanted to push him over the edge like he'd done to me, gliding my hungry, plump lips up and down in a frenzy, until he shuddered, shattered, and erupted.

I had to taste his come. Needed it to come out in a rush, thick and fiery, flooding my mouth and spilling out all over me.

It couldn't get crazier than this.

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