Page 233 of Outlaws of Tulsa

A strangled cry reverberates from him. His body tries to force my tongue out, but I’m too determined to make this feel good for him. Bouncing up and down, I fuck his hole with my tongue, moving my head from side to side as I do so he’ll feel me everywhere. It’s my hope to set him on fire from the inside out like he does me.

“Dragon,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, I just need—ah!”

I replace my tongue with my finger. It’s longer and can reach better places inside him. He fists the sheets on his bed as Istroke my finger in and out of his tight channel. When my finger brushes over his prostate, he shrieks.

“You like that, Baby Prospect?”

“Yesyesyesyes.”

His chanting goes on and on. I slide out my finger only long enough to press it beside my middle one and then push back in. With each pump of my fingers into his body, I scissor and twist them, stretching him and preparing him for when I actually do take his ass.

Soon.

I’m going to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name.

Just not yet.

I rub on his prostate, teasing him until he finally comes. His body trembles and a loud groan of ecstasy echoes in the room. Once he’s found his release, I pull my fingers out and climb over him. I shimmy out of my sweats before pressing the length of my cock against his ass crack. As much as I want to push into him and fuck him like a madman, I don’t. I settle for nipping at his shoulder while I dry fuck him. Right before I come, I grip my dick, lifting up off him, and search for his hole. Rather than sliding into him, I press the head of my cock against his still-slick hole. Feeling his spasming hole, needy for my dick, twitching against my crown, I come with a relieved growl. Hot cum spurts from me and I feed it into him, barely pressing against him.

“You’re not sleeping tonight,” I warn him. “Maybe not ever again.”

“Good.”

My cock is spent, drained into him. As I pull away, I stare in fascination as my milky white cum trickles out of his red hole. One day soon I’ll make his pretty asshole gape open for me. I’ll fill him with so much cum he won’t be able to walk anywhere or do anything without me running down his thighs, reminding him of who he belongs to.

“Dragon?”

“Hmm?”

I collapse on him, inhaling the skin on his neck at his hairline.

“Thank you.”

His words stun me into silence. I’ve never once been thanked for sex before. All the shit that went down with Night Giant doesn’t count because it was fucked up and wrong.

This thing with Cove?

Feels too good to be true.

Cove

“Psst.”

I wake to someone poking my bare ass cheek and not in the fun sort of way. More like antagonistic and annoying as fuck. Considering I’m draped over Dragon’s also-naked form, it can’t be him.

Fuck.

I cringe, wondering who walked into this lovely scene. Thankfully, it’s just Nees. My best friend will keep his mouth shut. Sure, he’ll ask a thousand questions later, but he’s not going to gossip to the other club members about whatever the hell me and Dragon are doing.

Whatarewe doing?

Whatever it is, it feels really, really good. Last night proved that we’re even better with a little practice.

“I’m not waking the psycho. That’s all on you,” Nees hisses, “but the two of you better get to Church. Everyone’s in there already shooting the shit and wondering where you guys are.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice gravelly from sleep.

“Walk of shame, bro. No avoiding it.”

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