Page 53 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“It was never about your age and you know it.”

“Because of Magna?”

His eyes flash violently. “Do you want old man Putnam?”

I shake my head, sending tears streaking down my cheeks.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he hurts me.”

“I hurt you.”

More tears leak out, dragging my mascara down with them. Ruined. I’m ruined now. I think I was the moment Koyn threw me over his shoulder the night he killed Junior.

“It feels good when you hurt me,” I choke out, my chin wobbling.

“If he came here for you today, what would you do?”

“Beg for you to kill him and keep me.”

His brow lifts slightly. “You want to be mine?”

“Who else’s would I be? Bermuda’s? Dragon’s?”

He shoves my dress up my hips and swats my bare ass. The thong I’m wearing is nude and blends in with my flesh. “You’re mine,” he states. “So stop fucking flirting with my guys.”

“What if I do?” I taunt.

“I’ll whip you.”

“Whipping me turns you on, Daddy.”

He groans and swats me again, harder. “Stop with the fucking taunting, PG.”

“I wonder who has the bigger dick. Bermuda or Dragon.”

His palm cracks against my ass again, making me cry out. “Me. I have the biggest dick.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Naughty fucking girl.”

Our eyes meet in the mirror. He ripples with violence and rage and sex appeal. I’m a mess with my mascara stained face and teary eyes. He grips a handful of my hair, yanking my head to the side. His lips crash onto my skin, sucking and biting and licking. Seeing him devour me is one of the single hottest thingsI have ever witnessed in my life. His cock through his camo presses against my sore ass.

“I can be good,” I promise. “Fuck me and make me yours.”

He slides his palms to my breasts and yanks down on the bodice, freeing my breasts. The material is tight and uncomfortable dragged down over my ribs. I take shallow breaths as he works at his pants. He frees his cock and slaps it against my bare ass.

“Are you wet?” he murmurs. “Does getting punished make you horny, PG?”

I hold his stare in the mirror as I reach down to touch my panties. “Soaked. I like it when you daddy me.”

His features darken. “You like fucking with my head.”

“If it makes you lose control with me, hell yeah.”

He shoves me down so I’m bent over, my face practically in the sink. I grip the edge of the porcelain, bracing myself. His large, rough fingers pull my thong to the side. He rubs the tip of his dick along my slit and then, without warning, he pushes his thickness inside me. I gasp as he stretches me with his massive cock.

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