Page 52 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

After swallowing quickly, I nod. “I understand.” We’re playing power games, I get that. I just never realized I’d find them so hot.

“Good. Open your mouth.”

The moment I do, Dragon’s back. I close my lips tighter around him, trying to apply a little suction as I let Blackout control my depth and speed. This is where trust is crucial. But he won’t hurt me, I know that.

“Fuck,” Dragon hisses. He bumps against my throat, surprising me. As soon as I flex for the cough, Blackout pulls me back so I have room to breathe through it, and once I’m okay, he pushes me back.

“Try to take him,” he hisses. “Show us how dirty you can get. Swallow that cock.”

Every dirty whisper has my insides churning up heat. Nothing’s touching my pussy, and it’s frustrating me. The fact that I literally can’t touch myself makes it so much worse, only making me want to even more.

Blackout shuffles closer, so close I can feel his cock brushing against my back. He pushes me forward until Dragon bumps against my throat again. This time I’m more prepared, but my stomach still lurches. A moment to recover, and then I’m taking him deep again.

“Pretty fucking girl,” Dragon murmurs.

So many impressions, the roughness, the sweet words, fingers brushing over my skin while my mouth is filled—it’s a sensation overload, and no one’s even fucking me yet. We fall into the wet, hot rhythm of it, moving together. Sometimes rough, sometimes soft. I press my thighs together in a desperate attempt at any kind of friction between my legs.

Then Blackout changes the game, disconnecting my wrists and flipping me onto my back on the mattress. I can’t catch myself, and I let out a surprised yelp, but a moment later, he’s linked my wrists together again at the front.

He straddles my chest, his huge, slick cock hovering over my face and my arms trapped between his thighs. “Fuck, makes me wanna cum all over your pretty face when you’re looking up at me like that.”

“Will you fuck me first?” I beg. Even though my hands are in front now, the way he’s got my arms pinned, I still can’t do anything about myself. “Please?”

He strokes my face. “Good things come to girls who wait.” Then he moves off again. He points at the steel bar. “Dragon, hand me that.”

There’s all sorts of little metal rings attached to the bar, and when he grabs my ankle and pulls it to him, I finally realize what it's for. But by then, my ankle is locked in place. Dragon grabs my other ankle and pushes it to Blackout easily, and then both of my ankles are stuck, forced apart by the bar.

“How flexible are you?” Blackout asks with a devious grin.

“Um… a normal amount? I’m no gymnast.” Do I even want to know why?

“I’ll be careful.” He pushes a button on the bar and adjusts it even wider. By the time he locks it again, my feet are way more than shoulder width apart. I’m completely open to them, exposed and available. He gives himself a stroke while he lifts the bar, demonstrating how he can position me how he wants. “Fuck, you look sexy like this. You okay?”

I nod, eyes wide. He puts his fingers on my pussy and finally being touched where I need it is electric. “Yesssss,” I hiss.

“Hey Dragon, wanna fuck this pussy?”

“Try and fucking stop me,” Dragon rumbles back, his growl heavy with need. He puts a hand on my stomach, pausing. “I swear I’m clean. Got tested just before we met. If you want, I’ll use a?—”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and… It’d been a while before I moved since, you know. My last time.”

Oh God. Maybe I should’ve thought longer about that answer, but I want to feel him skin on skin.

A pillow is slipped under my shoulders, making my head loll back. Blackout kneels behind my head, holding the bar so I’m bent almost double, and I’m getting an upside down view of his cock and heavy balls.

A moment later, I feel something huge nudging between my slick folds. At this angle, I can’t see it, but there’s no question that Dragon’s about to fuck me. I try to relax, but everything about this is both incredibly hot, and also new and a little scary.

He pushes slow, with a heavy groan, filling me inch by slow raw inch. By the time his hips hit my ass, I almost come from the friction alone. I think Skyhigh might have been right when he asked if maybe I wasn’t the problem. Miraculously, I don’t seem to have an issue getting excited when I’m into what’s happening. Dragon leans over me. Even with my wrists linked together, I can explore his broad chest, feel his powerful pecs flex as he holds himself up. His skin is so hot, the texture of him rough against my palms. It's frustrating to be so restricted, but exciting too.

Blackout taps my chin to make me look up, and then angles his cock down so it’s pointed at my mouth. I open for him, letting him in, loving the feel of the smooth head sliding across my tongue. I close my lips around him as he finds a rhythm, just like Dragon between my thighs. They fuck me from both ends, and trapped between them, all I can do is take what they give and experience the moment. I’m burning up between them getting closer and riding that wave of pleasure just a little harder, a little faster. They're closing too, I can hear it in their labored breathing and the way they groan as my body clenches tight around them.

They pull out and Blackout pauses. “Wanna try one last thing. You game?”

“Better be quick,” growls Dragon, taking himself in hand. “She's too fucking hot to last much longer.”

“Are you game?” Blackout asks.

I nod. Everything he's shown me so far has been mind-blowing and wild. At this point, there's very little he could suggest that I wouldn't at least try. “I trust you.”

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