Outlaw's Promise(64)

Then he was kissing me again, warm hands on my cheeks, lips coming down and owning me. I closed my eyes. Thunder rolled overhead as his hands slid down my body and found the hem of my soaked tank top. He dragged the wet fabric up over my breasts and then pushed the bra up to follow it. I began to pant as the cold, wet air hit my breasts, nipples standing out like pebbles. Then his warm hand and furnace-hot mouth captured one, fingers squeezing as his tongue lashed across my sensitive flesh. I cried out: every stroke of his tongue made me writhe against him, my breath hitching faster and faster.

He lifted his mouth for a second. “Jesus, you’ve got beautiful breasts,” he growled. His mouth took possession of the other one: long, hot sweeps across my aching nipple. My ass rasped against the tree, my back arching: I was almost climbing it, the feelings were so intense. He straightened up and his hard pecs rubbed against the slickened softness of my breasts. We kissed again, twisting and grinding. Rain poured down our faces but it couldn’t find a chink between us, we were so tightly locked together from lips to groin.

Then I felt his hands at the belt of my jeans. As he worked the buckle, my hands grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and dragged it up his body, baring his abs and chest. I couldn’t get his cut off but I needed to feel his bare skin against mine. As soon as I pressed forward and his abs stroked my stomach, I went wild. My arms went around his waist and then rose, sliding over the muscles of his back, feeling the power there. I felt my jeans loosen and then his hand was going down between our bodies, scooping under the elastic of my panties—

Ah! Two fingers found my clit, gliding either side of it in an upside-down Y, teasing it, making me helplessly circle my hips. Then he was moving lower, down over my lips. I was already wet for him. He only had to rub once, twice and then...God! Two thick fingers spearing up into me, slow but unstoppable…. He began to pump me like that, growling in my ear. “You’re mine, Annabelle. Not just my lover but my fucking love.” The way he said love changed everything. In his accent, it became a whole new word, a new role. Not poetry and flowers but something hard and enduring, forged in fire and blood.

He drew back just enough that he could look into my eyes. “Say it.”

His fingers never stopped pumping me and I could feel myself tight and hot and God so wet around them. With every satiny push I caught my breath and squeezed my thighs together. I realized I was going to come, right there in the rain, up against a tree. “Your love,” I rasped.

His mouth went to my ear, his fingers driving faster, harder. I was grinding my ass against the tree now, the orgasm rushing towards me. “Forever.” Another foreign word. Forever, with his accent, wasn’t something said on a whim. Forever was a promise.

I panted. “Forever.”

He put his lips so close to mine I could feel every syllable. “I love you,” he told me. And kissed me just as I exploded. I clutched him tight, panting hard against his lips as I levered him against me as tightly as I could. I wanted to absorb him, to become one with him. I wanted to never stop feeling those rugged, warm shoulders under my hands. I felt myself spasm around his fingers as the orgasm rippled through me, my whole body rocking again and again until I slumped weakly, only my grip on his shoulders holding me up.

He looked down at my half-naked body. I could feel the bulge of his cock through his soaked jeans. He wanted me...but he must have come to the same conclusion I had: we couldn’t do it here. Even if we could make it work against the tree, my legs were so shaky I couldn’t hold myself up for long.#p#分页标题#e#

My solution would have been to get on his bike and ride back to his house. But Carrick wasn’t that patient.

He bent, put his shoulder into the crease of my hip and lifted me. I yelped as I was hoisted over his shoulder. Then he set off, carrying me deeper into the forest.





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Annabelle





I hung upside-down, half-naked and panting. My tank top and bra were still under my armpits, my naked breasts pressed against the wet leather of his cut. My jeans and panties were at mid-thigh, my naked ass upturned to the sky as I bounced on his shoulder. Part of me was thinking things like, thank God there isn’t anyone around and I should tell him to put me down.

Part of me was thrilling to the feeling of being picked up and carried off, caveman style.

It was getting dark and, out here, that meant really dark. We were too far from the road for the streetlights or headlights to reach and the clouds meant there were was no moonlight. Were we even going to be able to find our way back to his bike?