Page 57 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
Positioning my legs behind him once more for stability, I use his continued hesitation to pull myself up by his fangs. When my nose bumps his snout, I bite down on the soft skin of his nostrils as hard as I can. While I’m unable to break through his scales, I hear them buckle.
Lowell’s eyes form slits, the amber as bright as the light reflecting in our tent.
“You…” The next words out of his maw are inhuman, deep, and vibrating. Bumps rush over my skin, chilled and disturbed. Yet I smile.
He shoves me to the ground, his nostril twitching where I had bitten him. Behind his pupils resides the alluring creature I have seen many times before, uncontrolled and famished. Aggressive and without a hint of reason.
“Bite me,” I plead.
Lowell’s large hands press so deeply into my shoulders that I flinch. It takes no time for him to let go, his muscles rippling until they appear that they’ll come unraveled.
Thrill runs through each appendage, the anticipation enough to orgasm, alone.
“Lowell—”
Then, finally, he snaps.
He suddenly lurches forward, connecting his mouth and teeth to my shoulder for the contact I’ve been begging for. I wince from the initialpain but am soon filled with elation by the way he groans through his full mouth. Wrapping his lips around the bite, he laps at the pooling blood like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.
A breath of relief exits my lungs, a giddy smile curving my lips upward. I feel my neck warming, but not only from the wound. His teeth scrape against bone, the sensation thrilling me to my core.
Bucking my hips, I ask Lowell’s body for permission to continue. Without delaying, he resumes pumping his cock into me, frantic and vulgar. He thrusts with such carnality that my legs break free from their place around his waist, flailing freely and without care.
I lean into Lowell’s face where he’s bitten down, clawing and grasping at his back but am thwarted by tough, impenetrable scales.
He pounds himself into me wildly, so hard that my hips will surely bruise. Filling me to the brim and pushing me well past my limits, I’m engulfed in an addictive concoction of pain and pleasure.
I need more.
Wrapping his tail around my wrist, Lowell drags my shoulder further into his mouth, as though reading my mind.
I inhale sharply, a mewl pouring from my mouth so loud it’s embarrassing. I’m flooded with Lowell’s scent of clove and tobacco, turning into him deeper so I can remain enveloped in his aroma.
The tent rattles with feral movements, Lowell’s grunts and pants only a decibel louder than mine. I call his name again and again, the enunciation growing more incoherent with each pass of his bumps over my G-spot.
I’m lost in him. Caged in by large, sharp claws while his cologne dominates the space in my lungs, his fangs buried in my shoulder, and his cock pounding into me so violently I momentarily lose vision. Like a predator that captured its prize, his head shakes lightly.
If I die at this moment, I’ll be satisfied.
“Fuck,May,” Lowell cries, his words slurred. His rocking against mehas only grown more frantic, the wet, squelching arousal splashing up my thighs and abdomen.
I love watching him come unraveled, with a feeble pinch in his brow that has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
I tremble, my core bearing down on his cock as our breathy pants fill the space with nothing but hot air and need. Both of us are eager and greedy for climax, dragging one another up the mountain of release with brutality each time we connect at the hips.
I kiss the side of Lowell’s head, my pussy quivering and pulsating as I find my release in the way the tip of his dick spears me to my cervix. My mind becomes a puddle of satisfaction, my heart quickening its pace. Blood pumps through me as electricity tingles my skin, my lips parted and calling nothing but Lowell’s name.
“Lowell, I’m so close,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering.
I’m right on the edge of bliss each time he pulls out to the tapered tip, plunging his girth deeper down to the base afterward. The friction, the heat, the needy desire for him to fill me, and his unabashed taking of what he needs from me in any way possible have stars exploding behind my eyes. I can barely see through the foggy gloss over my eyes.
Lowell grasps me underneath my ass, rocking my hips against his dick and increasing the speed until he can go no faster.
He releases his bite on my neck to nuzzle against my cheek.
“Be a good girl and cum around my cock,” He whispers, clicking his teeth.
Something in my brain snaps loose at his command as if I was only waiting for his approval this whole time. My back arches against the bed roll, slamming my chest into his as I throw my head back, a scream ripping through my throat as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
