Page 59 of Outlaw

“You’re gonna open those legs for me, aren’t you? Let me thrust my cock inside you,” he said, then bit my earlobe.

Yes. I knew I shouldn’t, but I would die if he didn’t do that now.

“Stand up,” his harsh tone commanded, which only turned me on more.

I stood slowly as the bubbles and water rolled down my bare flesh.

Linc’s eyes watching the action felt like a bright flame being brought too close.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.” His words took away any nerves or uncertainty.

I wanted him to look. To see me. Want me.

He stood up as his hand trailed from my outer thigh, over my hip, and around to cup my butt. “I want you like this in front of the mirror first.”

I felt hypnotized. “First?”

“First. One time with this body tonight won’t be enough,” he replied. He took my hand and walked me over to the marble counter and turned me to face the mirror. “I brought plenty of condoms this time.” He grinned wickedly.

“I have an IUD,” I blurted. I shouldn’t have. But the idea of hiscum inside me made me stupid.

His eyes flared as he studied my face in the mirror. “Condoms aren’t just for that.”

I inhaled. I was aware. Which was why I was stupid for wanting him bare.

His eyes dropped to my butt. “Lean forward and hold on to the counter.”

When I did, he began to unzip his jeans. The building ache between my legs began to grow so much that my arousal was coating my inner thighs. He had his cock in his hand, but I couldn’t see it from this position, and I wanted to.

“I’m just going to feel this slick, dripping pussy on my head a little before I roll one on,” he rasped.

With my palms flat on the cool marble, I watched his face as the swollen tip sank just inside my folds. A deep, low mewl came from me, and the veins in his neck stood out as he continued back and forth. I wanted it shoved inside me now. Just like it had been. I squirmed, ready to start pleading.

“Just the tip,” he said, then clenched his teeth as the large head slid into me, reminding me just how big it was.

“OH!” I cried out, my fingers curling in.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight. Those plump, glistening lips, trying to suck me in,” he said, sounding as if he was struggling as much as I was. “I’m gonna move it just a tad. Be still.”

I nodded and held my breath, waiting. He let it pop out, and I wanted to cry, but he eased it back in, just barely. Then again.

“Fuck,” he panted. “That greedy cunt is like a goddamn suction cup.”

I was clawing at the marble, not sure how much longer I could take this before turning around and pushing him to the floor and riding him.

He slid in farther this time, and I let out a cry.

“Ah fuuuck,” he groaned.

I wiggled my bottom, trying to get him inside me farther. His hand grabbed a butt cheek and squeezed it painfully.

“STOP!” he snarled loudly, which made me gush between my legs. “Jesus,” he whispered, and his eyes closed for a moment while he clenched his teeth.

He had felt it, and I didn’t care.

I’d wanted him to. I wanted him inside me. Now.

“You want it,” he taunted, sounding as if he was as far gone as I was.

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