Page 49 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

Without waking or making a sound, Outlaw’s legs widen as I run my hands up her inner thighs, opening her for me and putting her on perfect display. She’s already wet. I chuckle.

“Outlaw, do you have something you need to tell me?” I kiss the soft skin of her toned thigh, tracing my fingers over the crease where her ass meets her thigh. One of my favorite spots on her body. This elicits a groan that goes straight to my dick. I spread her pussy with my thumbs and rub them gently up and down in her slickness. I probe, teasing her… and myself.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” she says, voice muffled by the mattress she’s pushing her face into.

“You’ve been dreaming about me? What was I doing?” I dip my forefinger into her two knuckles deep, then draw it back out. She gasps and whimpers at the loss, wiggling her ass. My palm meets her left asscheek. She pants, moaning. I think I hear her whisper for me to do it again, but I can’t be positive. Just in case she asked, I lay another one on her, then hold my hand there to soothe away the burn. “What was I doing, Outlaw?”

“Fucking me,” she mutters, so I reward her with my finger again. Flesh on flesh, my finger glides in and out, her desire making her so slick she’s practically dripping. I bite my lip to keep control of my need.

I do this to her.Me.

It makes little sense. I will never understand it and do my best not to take it for granted.

“How was I fucking you?” Adding another finger, I pump into her, drawing out as many breathless moans as she will give me. I want my answer, but I also know that as I curl my finger and she grinds her clit into the bed, she is struggling to form words. Her body tightens, hamstring tight beneath my touch as I massage her thigh. I enunciate each of my words with a thrust of my fingers. “Outlaw. How. Was. I. Fucking. You?”

“I don’t know, but if you don’t make me come in the next minute, you and dream you are both going to be in trouble. It was just getting good before you woke me up.” My laugh falls out before I can stop it. She’s just so perfectly her, and this feisty side that comes out of her is everything.

The scent of her desire buzzes in the air, urging me to take her, to make her mine right here, right now.

“Well, I can’t let dream me show me up, now can I?” I grab a condom from the pocket of my discarded pants and roll it over my cock. The little gold wrapper falls to the floor as Outlaw whimpers on the bed. That fucking whimper will be the death of me one day. She goes to roll over, but I let out a warning growl. “Don’t you dare move. That ass is mine.”

My hand cracks across the sexy, plump round again and she hisses a breath, then lets out a deep moan as I soothe the sting away with kisses.

“Spread those sexy legs a little wider, Outlaw.”Such a good girl, doing what I ask.

I lift her by her hips, placing her up in the air, her desire pooling for me. I let my breath drift over her pussy and rub the head of my cock up, then down, before I plunge myself into her, giving her everything on the first thrust. She gasps and clenches down around me. My hips meet the back of her thighs and I hold myself there, letting her adjust. I know my girl can take it.

After a minute, she wiggles to let me know I’m good to move—always such a responsive little thing. I pound into her, driving us both to the brink of an explosion, and reach forward, urged by her sexy, husky cries. My fingers dive into her hair and pull her head back.

“Is this how I was fucking you, Outlaw? Taking you from behind and claiming what’s mine?”

“This is so much better,” she whispers, her lips parting at the end of her sentence as I drive into her harder, faster, our skin slapping in rhythm.

“Damn straight it is. Next time you try to come in a dream, I’m going to punish you.”

She twists her head to look back at me over her shoulder, hazel gemstones glittering with excitement and promise. “I look forward to it.”

I back out slowly, then slam into her. Her mouth opens, but her cry is silent.

“You make me crazy…” I grit out as a tingle makes its way down my spine and my balls draw up close. Running my hand over her hip, I seek her clit and rub in soft circles, a complete contradiction to the way I’m fucking her right now. “Come with me, Outlaw.”

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, Jester. I’m coming.” I release her hair and place my hand over her mouth. I like my girl loud, but I don’t want our friends hearing what I’m doing to her in this guest room.

My muscles tense and lock up as I spill myself, fueled by Charley’s cries as she comes all over my cock.

Spent and ready to go back to bed with my girl, I pull out of her and dispose of the condom. By the time I make it back to the bedroom, she’s eyeing me, watching my body as I stride toward her. I can’t quite get a read on how she’s feeling, but the just fucked look she has going on is everything I never knew I needed.

“What the hell was that all about?” she asks, her voice strained for the exertion we just put ourselves through.

I frown, stopping before I get to her so I don’t miss even an ounce of her expression. “I’m sorry, was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” I reach out and place a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“No, not at all. It was hot as hell. I love it when you get like that. It reminds me of the day—” she cuts off her words when my eyes flicker to hers. I know where she’s going with this and anger at myself burns in my gut.

“What? Go on?” I urge, wanting to hear her thoughts on that day. How the fuck could she think it was hot? It was disgusting, but I won’t say that.

“Nothing.” She turns away, but I pull her back to me.

“Outlaw…”

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