Page 145 of Outlaws of Tulsa

And, for once, I want to be kept.

All too soon, we’re in his bedroom. Months ago, we were in a similar position, but I screwed it all up all by accusing him of rape. Now, I can’t seem to go another second without knowing what it feels for him to be inside me. I’m dizzied by the way he’s made me desperately crave him simply by existing.

He tosses me playfully onto the bed and I flip him off. A chuckle rumbles from him as he unbuckles his jeans. Shamelessly, I stare at his sculpted chest and strong hands. He shoves his pants and boxers down. His thick, long cock bobs out, and I admire his large size. I’m practically a virgin having gone without sex for so many months, so that monster is going to hurt.

“Don’t be scared of it, little storm,” he taunts as he peels off his socks and then prowls onto the bed, hovering over me. “It won’t bite. I’m the one who bites.”

I laugh at his teasing until the fucker dips down to bite my neck. He shoves his way between my thighs and then crashes his lips to mine. His kiss is a claiming sort of kiss that binds its way to my soul. I eagerly wrap my legs around his hips, desperately kissing him and lifting up my ass from the bed as I silently beg for his giant dick.

He must really like me because he grabs onto the beast and rubs it against my opening rather than teasing me. “Let me in,” he murmurs. “It’s where I belong.”

Damn him and his sexy crooned words. I whimper and try to relax as the fat crown of his dick pushes into me. A gasp escapes me as his thickness stretches me in way I’ve never known. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I fight through the pain of this man’s massive cock.

“Breathe,” he rumbles. “Relax.”

He pauses his efforts to kiss me so sweetly, tears spring to my eyes. I hate that I’ve never been kissed like this before. Like I’m special and loved and cherished. It makes me reflect back on what a shitshow my life has been until this moment. A tear leaks out of my eye and Copper’s thumb swipes it away.

“Mine, baby. All mine,” he murmurs. “Once I’ve had you, there’s no turning back. I don’t do anything half ass, Stormy.”

I don’t want to turn back.

I want to go forward and keep going with this man.

As if in tune with my thoughts, he inches his way deeper inside me. The burn intensifies and my body struggles to accept him. A dick this big should be illegal. Something reserved for pornos only. He finally bottoms out with a grunt, bruising me deep inside. I’ve never felt so filled to the brim by another person before. Like he’s owning me from the inside out.

“You feel like fucking heaven.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Can I move yet?”

No words escape. All I can do is nod.

He pulls back, his crazy, intense brown eyes cataloging my every expression as his hips begin to slowly rock. I want to close my eyes and enjoy this sensation but watching him watch me gives me pleasure that goes beyond the physical. I feel this intensity deep inside my soul.

“So tight, little storm. Like your body was made for mine.”

A moan tumbles past my lips and he lazily kisses it away. His thrusts grow more and more powerful with each passing second. My body seems to finally have accepted his size. He reaches between us, touching my clit as he sucks on my bottom lip. All the pleasure feels like too much. I whimper as he takes me to new heights and then pushes me over the edge. A savage cry escapes me as my second orgasm of the afternoon rips through me. My body tries to clench around him, but he has me stretched to the limits. The sensation must send him spiraling, though, because he lets loose a strangled groan. Heat floods into me, filling me with his cum.

Panic swells up inside me as realization overwhelms me. I quickly calculate my period and when I might be ovulating, deciding we may have dodged a bullet this time.

“You asshole,” I grumble, my voice breathless. “Pull out next time.”

He smirks at me before sliding his dick out of my wrecked body. “Sure thing, babe.”

“I’m serious. Buy some fucking condoms or pull your dick out, but I’m not getting knocked up,” I sass, arching my brow up. “Promise me.”

Sitting up on his haunches, he shakes his softening cock, flinging excess cum over my thighs. “We’ll see.” Then, like the alpha fuckface he is, he drags the leaking cum from my body and pushes it back into me. “Kind of hard to promise when I really like the way you look with my cum filling you up.”

I smack at him and he tackles me, dragging me onto his chest as he rolls onto his back. My heart is beating wildly. Cuddling after sex isn’t something I’m accustomed to. Yet, here we are. I knew this thing with Copper felt all kinds of different. Gently, he strokes his fingers through my hair, pulling me to him, and kisses my head.

“This changes everything,” I tell him, relaxing in his arms. “Right?”

“Yeah, Stormy, it does.” His voice is soft and almost sad.

“I want to help you find Vidal and Collins. I can look into them. You can trust me.”

He’s silent for a beat and then lets go of a heavy sigh. “I’d be stupid to trust you.”

His words sting, but I know he’s right.

“You were stupid to fuck me, but you did it anyway. I think you’re pretty damn good at being stupid.” I study his handsome face. “Please, Copper. I swear you can trust me. Just let me help with this.”

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