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Beautiful Outlaw(46)



A sexy smile, a smile that could make a woman’s panties melt off her body, spreads across his face. “The only thing hurting right now is my dick, but this tight pussy of yours will cure that.”

I reach up, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down into a passionate kiss. He reaches down between us and tears my panties from my body, his finger slides through my slick folds teasing my clit before lowering and slipping inside me. He massages my walls, while his thumb strums my clit, drawing a moan from my lips. I feel myself building towards an orgasm, just before I tip over the edge he pulls away. Before I can protest, his cock replaces his fingers as he rubs the head up and down my slit, covering himself in my wetness. “I’m going in bare, baby. Didn’t wrap up when we were in the shower, so I don’t see a reason to do it now.”

“Uhmmm…” I groan, as his thickness pushes the barest inch inside me.

“I don’t do bare-back. Never, so I’m clean.”

His words barely make sense; I’m completely mindless with need. “I can’t get pregnant, I’ve got an IUD.” I manage to say, even though the only real thought in my head is more.

He plunges into my pussy, each stroke getting harder and faster. “That’s good. We don’t need a baby, yet. Right now, I want to fuck you whenever and however I want.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he starts pounding into me. He pinches and tugs on my nipple making me jerk away, but in moments I’m pushing my breast into his hand wanting more. He abandons my nipple in favor of circling my clit. Every thrust is punctuated with a grind of his hips and that combined with his fingers working my sensitive clit has my orgasm rushing forward like a freight train.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. Gonna come so hard, fill this hot cunt up.”

“Bowie, please.” I beg, my nails digging into his arms while my hips meet him thrust for thrust.

His fingers pinch my clit, as his cock punishes my pussy. Within seconds, I detonate around him. Without thinking I sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting down to keep from screaming out my pleasure. He powers into me once, twice, three times then buries himself to the hilt and I feel his cock jerk as he releases into me.

He takes my lips in a gentle kiss, which is completely at odds with how he just worked over my body. The tenderness is welcome, and I revel in it. Long moments pass before he rolls off me then pulls me onto his chest. I wrap my arm around his abdomen, careful of his wound, sighing in contentment. His fingers trail lazy paths up and down my spine and even though I have no idea what’s going to happen now, I can’t stop the overwhelming happiness I feel in this moment.

Breaking the silence, I ask, “Will I have to wear your vest all the time now?”

His chest rumbles with his laughter, “It’s called a cutt, babe, and no, you’ll get one of your own. It will take a while to get your leather made, so I want to take you to get my colors in the morning.”

“Your colors?” I question.

“I want my colors right here,” He says, running the pad of his finger just above my pelvis. “But, we’ll get them on your arm instead. I want everyone to see that you are mine.”

When his words sink in I realize he is talking about a tattoo. “You want me to get a tattoo?” My tone incredulous. I can hardly believe what he is saying, but then I do feel a bit like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole these days.

“You will get my colors on you, no question about that.” His tone is final.





The Kid


Bowie

Shay is curled into my side, sleeping soundly. After driving through the night, she is dead to the world. I’m about to close my own eyes, when I hear a knock at the door. A second later, Rollo yells out. “Man, we gotta talk.”

She stirs as I pull away from her but doesn’t wake fully, so I get dressed and head out the door without a word. As soon as I step into the hallway, I look at Rollo. “What the fuck is going on?”

“We got a house guest and I need you to take care of it.”

Oh fuck! “Who the hell is it?”

My road captain shakes his head. “You gotta see it to believe it.”

With that he turns and walks down the hall. Instead of heading towards the basement, where we normally hold people, he walks out the door. I follow behind him, as he heads to an abandoned barn on the back of the property.

“Why the fuck are you holding him out here?” The barn has been on the property since the Outlaws bought the land in 1968. When I was a kid, it was used for storage. Time and weather has made it unusable, so it has been forgotten for years.

“I didn’t want Cash or Toke knowing about him, so I figured this was the best place to hide him.” He says as he steps inside.