Page 30 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

I'm not sure if I should be terrified or flattered. “So if I asked you what you meant by making it worth my while?” I trap the side of my lip with my teeth, suddenly nervous about his answer.

Blackout leans forward and grabs the front legs of my chair, pulling me right in front of him. “You ever come on someone's tongue? You said you’ve never gotten off during sex, but what about with a man’s fingers buried inside you while he tastes your fucking cream?”

My eyes are wide, and my heart is racing. I glance down. The bulge in his underwear is growing as I watch, and my memory of it is still crystal clear. I shake my head. “No one has ever offered.”

Surprise flickers across his face. “Never? You need to get us a fucking list of the guys you’ve been with because they need—nah, never mind. We’d fucking kill them.” From the viciousness of his growl, I actually believe him. He stands, putting that bulge so close I can make out the ridge around the head of his cock.

Blackout grabs the towel and spreads it on the table. He lifts me like he doesn’t even notice my weight and lays me down on the towel with a big, strong hand right over my belly.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a breathy whisper.

“I think you fucking know.”

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BLACKOUT

She’s so fucking beautiful.Like an angel spread out for me with her sun-bleached strawberry hair fanning around her head, and those golden eyes looking at me like I’m fucking magic.

I’ve had women fuck me because they got off on watching me fight, or because I’m in the MC. They see a big, strong guy and it appeals to something primitive inside, but the older I get the more I fucking hate it. I don’t even stick around after matches anymore because I don’t want to deal with their fucking hands. Like I’m a gladiator. Not quite human, or at least not quite the same kind of human.

But I don’t see any of that in Willow. She looks at me like she’s trying to see inside and figure out who I really am. That makes two of us.

My cock aches to be buried between her thighs, but not yet. I grab her by the hips and yank her ass to the edge of the table. “Fuck, I want you naked. I wanna explore every little piece of you, every sweet inch of your pretty skin.”

She whimpers as I hook my fingers in her loose pajama pants. I pause, searching her face for any sign that she’s about to push me away, but she’s watching me like I’m a fucking god. I work the pants off, happy to see nothing underneath but her perfect little pussy, covered in short, soft hair, the same mix of dark and light with red highlights as on her head.

“I’m… it’s okay?” she asks shyly.

“Okay? Jesus, no you’re not fucking okay. You’re beautiful. Now sit up and raise your arms.”

She obeys, nervous but willing. I slide my hands up the side of her tank, pulling the flimsy elastic of the bra away and letting her full tits fall back to her chest. She crosses her arms in front of them, which I’ll allow. For now.

“Do you trust me?” I ask. It’s a loaded fucking question, I know, but for what I want to do, I need her to get comfortable with saying shit she might find hard to admit.

Willow nods. “Yes.”

“Good. You need to know that I might do things that make you nervous, but I would never hurt you. Not unless you ask me to.” I laugh at her tiny gasp.

I roll her shirt up and fit it over her eyes, using the straps to secure it in back. It’s not perfect, but it’ll do for now.

“You’re going to blindfold me?”

“Can you see me?”

She shakes her head. “No. I can see some light but that’s it.”

“Good. I want you to lie back and just feel. Concentrate on nothing but what I’m doing to you. Got it?” Fuck she’s sexy like this.

I help her lean back and get comfortable on the towel again. I’d love to bind her arms and legs, but that’s a future lesson. Right now just giving up sight is enough.

“Okay,” she says nervously.

I gently move her arms from in front of her breasts and she tries to put them back. “No. Never hide yourself from me. You're too fucking beautiful to be modest.” I pause a moment, just to take in the view. “You want this to stop, tell me, and we'll stop, but if not, then let me play this my way. And that means every fucking gorgeous inch of you is available to me.” I grasp her wrists and restrain them with my hands. Not hard, and not long, but enough to emphasize my point. “Now put your palms down at your side and hold them flat on the table until I tell you otherwise.”

She moves slowly, obviously uncomfortable, but willing. Her chest rises and falls faster than usual, and her nipples are like hard little gumdrops, standing straight up and begging for my mouth. She lowers her hands, spreading her fingers out on the towel at her sides.

“Like this?”

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