Page 151 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Just want to look at you a little while longer.”

All the smugness from giving me the best fucking blowjob ever fades away. Vulnerability shines in her pretty blue eyes. “Like what you see?”

“You have no fucking idea, little storm. No idea.”

Stormy

God, he is so fucking fine.

Staring at me like I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen does my head in. How is it I’ve gone my entire life thinking I knew anything about the male species when men like Copper existed? He’s nothing like I’ve ever known and I’m thankful. With Copper, he wants me. Needs me. Craves me. I’ve never felt so desired by another person before and that’s saying a lot considering most men just see me as someone they’d like to fuck.

Copper wants all of me.

The good. The bad. The ugly.

It’s as though he wants to burrow his way deep inside me, exposing every part of me, and turning it inside out so he can understand it. No one has ever wanted to know the real Brenda Gale. No one. And it’s not always their fault. I’m notorious for keeping people at a distance, but Copper is the only one who shoved past my barriers and stormed inside.

“I found some stuff,” I murmur, whimpering when his thumbs hook into my yoga pants and begins sliding them down.

“Mmm?” he rumbles. “Me too.”

“Probably can’t wait.”

“This can’t wait.” He presses his hard dick, that’s still wet from my mouth, against my stomach. “This is the first thing on our agenda.”

I should tell him what I found today, but he’s right. It can wait a little while longer.

“How are you hard already?” I gasp when his teeth find my neck at the same time his palms grab my ass. “You’re too old to be this horny.”

He smacks my ass. “I’m not old. Especially not in the bedroom. Now hold on so I can fuck you.”

I wrap my hands around his neck and kick out of my pants at my ankles. He lifts me up, urging me to hook my legs around his waist. A yelp escapes me when my back meets the cold bathroom wall. Copper reaches between us to grab hold of his dick and then directs it into my slick pussy. We both moan as he slowly pushes into me, filling me to the brink. My fingernails claw at his neck just below his hairline.

“God, this will never get old,” I rasp out. “Don’t go slow.”

His lips find my neck and he sucks on the flesh while his hips piston in a fast, violent way. He’s so thick and long, I know he’s bruising parts of me inside that don’t normally see this sort of abuse. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the wild ride. His hand holding my ass up digs brutally into my flesh, causing me to whimper.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts out. “So fucking perfect.”

I melt under his sweet words, giving every thought and pleasure-filled quiver to this man. He sucks me into this vortex that is him and I let him. We disappear together. Lost in the madness. It doesn’t take long before the constant grinding against my G-spot inside me has me keening. I’ve never been with a man so big, he rubs all the good parts of me inside all at once. It’s insanely erotic and beyond my wildest fantasies. Too easily, he drives me to the edge and pushes me off with no remorse. I scream out his name, trembling with ecstasy.

He groans, his body stiffening, and then he rips out of me with a roar. Hot cum jets up between us, wetting my stomach ashe slides his throbbing cock between the lips of my pussy. I’m empty without him inside me and I wish he’d never pulled out.

For a long, quiet minute, he holds me up, pressing soft kisses to my neck. I gently run my fingers through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. This man is going to be the death of me and I’m not even mad about it.

“Get cleaned up,” he murmurs near my ear and then nips the lobe. “I’ll get the grill going. We can have steak and talk about what you found.”

He sets me to my feet, looking completely unaffected compared to my wrecked state. I’ve just been fucked breathless and he’s ready to go cook steak. Unbelievable. And here I thought I’d give his ass a hard time about being old. I’m the one who can’t keep up.

“Cute as hell when you’re just fucked.” He smirks and drops a kiss on my lips before sauntering out of the bathroom.

I shake away my daze, grab a hair tie to pull my hair into a messy bun, and then take a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and cum. By the time I’m out and dressed, I can hear Copper talking to his dogs in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen to find Hansel begging shamelessly for the meat Copper’s prepping.

“Babies want a treat?” I coo, causing them both to bark.

Copper winks at me, making me melt, as I head to the pantry to grab their treats. Hansel tries to steal Gretel’s, but she nips at his nose, sending him scampering away like the big baby he is. Once they’re both happy to have gotten something to snack on, I grab a couple of beers from the fridge and hand one to Copper.

“How was work?” I prop a hip against the counter as I watch him marinade the steaks.

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