Page 42 of Outlaws’ Runaway

My pulse races and I'm breathing in short little gasps. Slowly but surely, he fills me completely. When his hips press up against my ass, the tip of him is nudging me as deep as he can possibly go. Our bodies were made for each other, fitting exactly right together.

“Gonna move now,” he warns.

“Yeah, okay,” I half whisper, half moan, pressing my hips back like I could possibly take any more.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans as he pulls back, sliding tightly out of me, right up until the tip is almost out, and then back in, a little faster than last time. It’s a little easier the second time, but I still groan with the strain when he fills me up again. No matter what happens later, tonight's going to provide material for my lonely nights for the rest of my life.

We fall into a rhythm, accompanied by the wet sounds of flesh on flesh and deep-throated moans. I push my hips back harder and harder as his grip tightens on my waist and he drives his big cock into me. Maybe I've had sex before, but I've never truly beenfuckedbefore now, and I freaking love it.

“Eyes on me,” Poe says.

I look up and find his cock right in my face. A flash of the porno at Neil's, with the woman being taken from both ends, flits through my brain. Even without that, I'd know what he wanted, but it makes it feel just a little bit dirtier. More fun. I wet my lips, then part them. He doesn't hesitate. My mouth is filled with velvety soft skin stretched around his hard shaft. I flick my tongue at the little nub where the head meets the shaft and he moans, pushing himself deeper. Crank slams his hips into my ass and it pushes Poe so deep I nearly gag before pulling back. It makes me clench around Crank, who moans and strokes his hand down my back.

He slips his hand around to stimulate my clit and it nearly makes me come before I even knew I was close. Savage slides underneath me from the side and captures one nipple in his fingers, and one in his mouth. His rough fingers tug and stroke, while his teeth and tongue do the same.

I close my eyes, trying to take in all the sensations that are pouring over me like a shower, without drowning in my own pleasure. I breathe through my nose, centering myself in the middle of an onslaught. Savage was right, they aren’t being gentle, but it’s so damn good.

Poe digs his fingers into my hair and fucks my mouth like Crank fucks my pussy. To start it's a little touch and go, but when they find their rhythm, I rock between them. Most of the time I’m full on at least one end, and often both. As we keep going, I adjust to the feeling of Poe bumping up against the entrance of my throat, and we all move together like a well lubed machine.

“Fuck, almost there,” Crank moans, just as I start to shiver around him, my body tensing and getting ready to join in. “I want to feel you come on my cock before I fill you up.”

Oh, Jesus. I know I'm protected, but hearing him say that is still stupidly hot. Why does that thought excite me so much? It's weird, but sometimes it’s best not to overanalyze when my brain is hijacked by lust.

“Oh shit!” I pull off Poe long enough to gasp my surprise at Crank stroking a finger over my butt, and then teasing the tight opening.

It kicks me right over the edge, hard and fast. I fist the sheets and dig my knees into the mattress to stay up between them as I scream out my release. Crank's strong grip on my hips helps, and Poe's hands on my shoulders. I shake and moan like I'm possessed, my stomach clenching and my head spinning. All I can do is concentrate on keeping upright. Like a piston, Crank keeps driving into me, stretching out my orgasm as he stokes the fires within me. It's overwhelming, almost too much, but also just right. Perfect.

Just as I start to come down, Crank buries himself in me one last time with a roar. He's so big I can feel every pulse as he pours himself in me, making my insides a slippery mess. His grip tightens, his fingers digging so hard into my hips it hurts a little, but I want it. I want to see the proof in the mirror tomorrow.

“Open.” Poe's voice is strangled and tight.

He’s jerking his cock fast, aimed right at my face. Realizing he's about to come, I open my mouth and let him in. As soon as the head of his cock pops between my lips, he’s gone, emptying himself in my mouth. I can't swallow it all, and a lot comes backout, dribbling down my chin. “Damn, baby,” he lets out in a drawn out hiss. “Couldn't hold back anymore. You're so fucking sexy like that.”

Crank slides slowly out of me, already making me miss the full sensation of him, but at least it gives me room to roll over to collapse onto the bed, right next to Savage. “That was wild.”

He grins, pulling me closer so he can kiss me. “We know what we're fucking doing. Of course it was wild.”

“Yeah, yeah, showoffs.” I trail my fingers down my sides and over my hips, like I can memorize the traces of where they touched me and save them for later. Then I stretch out, my hands finding Crank's side where he's laid himself down. I stretch out my foot, and rub it across Poe's thigh. We're all still naked, scattered across the bed, and it's a good thing Savage has a big one.

Bed, I mean. But also that.

I really hope we can make this work. I think I’m ruined for anything less.

24

POE

Holland Laundry Servicesis based in an old warehouse, tucked away behind a strip of hotels near the edge of town. The sign looks freshly painted, and the building is in good shape, but there are trash bags piled up out front, and cigarette butts and vape trash scattered all near the front entrance. Somehow I doubt that was the case before Paige’s uncle took over. From how Paige described the situation, that sounds about right.

“Isn’t it a workday?” Crank muses. “It’s nine o’clock. She said they open at six.”

There are a half dozen parking spots out front, and not one of them is being used. There's a cool mist of rain today that actually feels good after the hot week we’ve had. It makes for a drab atmosphere, though, and the abandoned looking warehouse doesn’t improve anything. The windows are dark, with no movement to be seen.

Savage tries the front door. “Locked.”

“Would the whole business really just shut down if Walter doesn’t show up for work?” I worry that we're too late. Maybe theFabbris took down the whole operation and scared everyone off. Or maybe it's just on pause until they hear from their boss.

“Feels off,” Crank agrees with a nod. “But we're here, so we might as well take a look around. See if we can get inside.”

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