Page 60 of Outlaw

His eyes opened, looking at me in the mirror. He sank in some more, and my mouth fell open as the fullness increased.

“YES!” My one word was almost a shout.

His eyes dropped back to where he was maybe a fourth of the way inside me. “It feels so good,” he said through his teeth, and another inch sank inside me. “You keep soaking my dick with your little squirts.”

He slid in some more. His mouth fell open a little, and he moved even deeper. I wasn’t breathing. It was stinging, and although I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t rip me open with his girth, I was willing to chance it because there was nothing on earth that compared to this.

“I need to pull out,” he said in a pained whisper.

If he did, I might burst into tears.

“No,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Linc, please. I want your cock inside me. I want to feel your cum as it unloads.”

His fingers dug into my skin, and I saw the moment his last thread of resistance snapped. With a guttural growl, he plunged into me so deep and hard that I felt his balls hit my clit. Throwing my head back, I cried out his name.

All that had happened before. All that would happen after did not matter while we let our primal need take over. Our bodiesclaiming what they craved.

“Such a good pussy,” he praised.

His name, God’s name, pleading—it all fell from my lips as I held on while Linc’s thrusts took me higher. The rest of the world was left far behind. I was lost in a nirvana I never wanted to leave.

Linc leaned forward and slid his hands around to grab my boobs as they swung and bounced violently. “Goddamn, these big, full titties.”

His eyes were on them in the mirror, and the animalistic expression on his face as he chased his orgasm sent me spiraling.

Linc grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth was against my ear. “Come on my cock. That’s it. Such a pretty girl to fuck like such a slut.”

My body convulsed as he talked ugly in my ear.

“You like it. Taking my dick. You want to be my cockslut. I can feel it. That naughty pussy creaming all over me.”

The free fall, the moment of bliss, held me in the air. I gasped. When Linc let my hair go, his hands went back to my tits, and he jerked me up against him. I felt him shudder.

“Fuuuck.” He squeezed my breasts painfully, and the warm, thick rush of his release began to fill me as his cock pulsated against my tight walls. “That perfect body, taking my seed,” he groaned, staring at me in the mirror as he jerked and let out another groan.

When he stopped, I finally began to slowly sink back to earth. My walls clenched again, and he hissed in my ear. His brutal grasp on my boobs relaxed. We stood there, staring at each other, saying nothing. That was insane. It was a realm of pleasure that was dangerous. When you got there, you wanted to stay. Do anything to get back to it.

Linc moved a hand up to wrap a curl around his finger. “I have a clearer picture as to why I kept fucking you that night inVegas.”

The corner of my lips tugged up.

“Sweet-tasting cunt that feels like a virgin, yet takes my ten inches like a pro.”

He smirked, then let the strand he had been playing with go. He then ran his palm down my stomach as we both watched our reflection until his hand slid between my legs. With his other one, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back and to the side. His mouth leaning down close to my ear. “There it comes. Open those legs wide. We are gonna watch my seed leak out of your cunt.”

Oh God. I had barely recovered from what we’d just done, and he already had me starting to tingle again. I opened my legs, and he grabbed my upper thigh.

“Put your foot up on the counter so I can see better.”

When I did, he let out a pleased sound, then sunk his finger inside my sensitive entrance. “Used, cum-filled little pussy on such a good girl,” he said in a sadistic voice that shouldn’t have turned me on but did. “Look at that perfect pink cunt. Slick with my seed.” He hummed his pleasure and began pumping his finger in and out of me. “What happened to my sweet girl, Ringlets? Standing here with your legs open, showing me how messy you let me make you. That’s not what good girls do.”

He shoved two fingers in, and I cried out, leaning harder against him.

“But you always did want to make me happy, didn’t you? Ah, and I do like the sight of your pussy dripping with my load.”

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