Page 43 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

I get my lips around Dragon, and slide my tongue under the head, but there's not a ton of room for moving back and forth. And with Skyhigh fucking me from the other end, I have to concentrate to take both of them at once. Still, after a little bit, we find a rhythm, and they rock me back and forth between them. Deep in my pussy, then bumping against my throat, then back into my pussy, while I do my best to just keep up.

Blackout puts a couple of pillows under me so he can put his head on them and get my nipples into his mouth, switching back and forth between them, and I'm in Heaven. Skyhigh slides in and out of me with wet slippery sounds that only get louder as my excitement grows. I moan around Dragon's cock, and he moans in response. I think the vibrations are getting to him. And with Blackout's talented tongue teasing my breasts, I think I'm going to explode.

Again.

One of them, I’m not sure if it’s Blackout or Skyhigh, reaches a hand between my legs and teases my clit. I’m so close already, that all it takes is that tiny touch to shatter me into a million pieces. I come apart around them, clenching down on Skyhighand making him curse. Hands hold my hips, holding me in place. Dragon has his thick fingers buried in my hair, guiding my motions. I’ve never felt an orgasm while being totally full. It’s the same, but totally different, more intense, and I can feel even the smallest movement of Skyhigh inside me.

He thrusts faster, which keeps me riding my orgasm, while Dragon growls deep in his chest. Suddenly, my mouth is flooded as he goes over the edge. It spills out of my mouth because I’m too distracted to prepare. And then it's Skyhigh’s turn to groan as he pushes deep and holds himself there. He lets out a long, slow groan while he pulses and flexes inside me. The idea of him filling me, making a mess in me, hits like an aftershock, making me quiver around him.

When he pulls out, I drop to the bed and roll over, catching my breath. Blackout kneels next to me, jerking himself hard while his hungry gaze roams over me. “Your tits,” he groans and leans forward.

Understanding at the last moment, I push them together, providing a target and breathing hard as I watch. It’s the first time I’ve actually watched a guy just make himself come. Or felt it on me.

Blackout moans deeply, then pushes through his tight fist so the head is almost touching my breasts. Thick spurts of white cum spatter onto my flesh, painting me with burning hot stripes, marking me as his. He pulses, over and over. I had no idea guys could come that much. By the time the last couple of drops drip from his swollen tip, my breasts are glistening, thick cum sliding down the sides and towards my belly button.

“Wow,” I whisper as he settles back on his heels breathing heavily.

“Fuck, you're so goddamn hot,” he lets out between strained breaths.

I run my fingers through the cum on my breasts, spreading it around and getting used to the slippery texture while it cools on my skin. I smile up at them, feeling like the heroine in my own romance novel.

“I think I need another shower.”

23

DRAGON

When I openthe cell door, Renegade backs away, pressing himself up against the wall like he can sink into it and disappear. In a sci fi movie maybe, but this is the real fucking world. Sorry, kid. He looks a little worse for wear after spending a few days in the cell, but he’s been fed and had access to a shower and a bathroom, so I’m not going to fucking apologize for not dry cleaning his fucking clothes.

“You gonna give me trouble?”

He shakes his head frantically. “Please don't kill me! I told you everything I know. I fucking swear it!”

I feel oddly protective of the little bastard. The world chews up kids like him and spits them back out, broken one way or another. He was looking for somewhere to belong and chose poorly. He looks like he should be in fucking school, getting busy with his girlfriend under the bleachers or some shit like that.

I wave him towards me. “Come out.” I take a step back to make room. Blackout and Skyhigh are waiting outside the door. I'm running the show, but never do shit like this without backup.

“Please…”

Jesus fuck. “Just come out here. Or do you want to rot in that fucking cell? I can make that happen too.”

“No, no, I'm coming.” He rushes forward.

“Easy!”

He slows again, but continues carefully, his big eyes locked on the knife at my belt. He swallows thickly, nearly hyperventilating as he gets within easy cutting range. I don't fucking blame him for not trusting me. He saw what I did to his buddy, but I'm not planning to do the same to him. Scare him shitless, though? For sure. Maybe it'll scare him into doing something with his life instead of wasting it.

I nod towards the exit. “Walk.”

“You're letting me go?” His voice cracks, uncertain.

“Maybe I just don't wanna wash blood off the floors. Fucking walk.”

He walks ahead of me, constantly glancing over his shoulder like he's being followed by his executioner.

When we get outside, he shields his eyes with his hand, seeing the sun for the first time in days. I give him a moment, until he turns to face me, his expression surprisingly hard. His eyes are terrified, though. “If you’re going to kill me, at least make it quick.”

A couple of the boys are watching us now, but no one's gonna interfere. They're just curious.

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