Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(36)

It was all she could do to stifle the earsplitting scream. I ripped her up by her golden hair halfway through so I could listen to what I'd done.

“Don't stop coming for me, babe. Don't hide it. Not today, not ever,” I growled, giving her ass a firm swat when she calmed down.

She came hard. Music to my ears.

Her pussy clenched, sucked, milked every inch of me. I almost busted then and there, but I wasn't done with this pussy yet. Not by half.

Pulling out, I yanked her against me and we rolled together. I flopped back and tugged her onto my cock, manhandling her tits while she slowly sank down on every inch, learning to ride me.

“Faster, baby girl,” I ordered, my balls starting to burn.

Fuck, she looked hot. Her blue eyes shone so bright, her blonde hair bobbed wild when she started picking up speed, those soft lips I could bite all day slowly opening as new pleasure took her over.

Didn't start fucking her back 'til she'd found her groove. Then I laid into her, grabbed her ass, pulled her up, down, sideways on my cock, angling my thrusts to find new spots in her pussy to own.

“Asphalt!”

She looked at me as her eyes rolled, breaking my name to draw in a few desperate breaths. I slapped her ass harder and grinned. Tried to be reassuring, but fuck if I didn't want her thinking I ever did this shit gentle or tender.

I'd never hurt her, of course. But I wanted the girl to get used to rough, hard, wild animal fucking. I also knew enough to know tension did something special to a girl, caused her pussy to burn and gush like nothing else when she didn't know what the hell I had up my sleeve.

This morning, I had pure, rabid dick. And I slammed it up into her 'til my balls slapped her ass, snarling like a beast, driving her over the edge 'til she collided headfirst with ecstasy.

Her tits flopped in my hands. I brought my face to her throat and bit – hard – marking her in that fucked up way I couldn't resist.

I wanted my imprint all over her. My ink, my teeth, soft bruises left by my hands on the rump of her sweet ass. The whole damned world deserved to see the war I'd fought to win this woman, and now that I had her, I'd keep reminding her who she belonged to 'til kingdom fucking come.

And come, we did.

She threw her head back, blonde hair tangled in my hands, this time not doing anything to stifle the scream. Her pussy jerked me off, coiled like a vice around my length 'til I couldn't hold back.

“Fuck!” One staccato burst raged from my throat, barely ahead of the fire shooting up from my balls.

I filled her the fuck up all over again.

Hot come poured inside her, into the empty void I was always meant to fill. I locked my arms around her and held her down on my cock, hurling every spurt, every molten burst as deep as it would go.

Elle squirmed, whimpered, begged with those incoherent little yelps that drove me mad. Her pussy clenched harder, told me she loved every damned second, even though she'd been fucked too hard to say so.

I held my dick in and emptied my balls in her 'til I went soft. Regret seeped outta my throat in a snarl when I finally pulled out a couple minutes later, watching my seed slip out and run down her thighs.

We locked lips for a minute more, and I finally let her roll off me, amazed that I'd be sated for the next thirty seconds.

Then I'd be aching to fill her all over again.

She flopped back on the bed, her eyes half-closed, a little smile plastered on her lips. I'd seen that holy mother of god look on girls a hundred times before. I knew how to own their bodies, but I'd never given more than a passing shit 'til I saw Elle's sweet, satisfied face in the morning light.

Something came alive, pulsing deep inside me. Wasn't just my cock begging me to fuck her once again neither.

Shit. I had that warm, rosy glow rolling down my chest and into my guts. The kinda warmth I'd always heard the family guys in the club talk about together when the bachelors weren't around, squawking about how much they loved their old ladies.

They talked about how fucking 'em was different than any other slut they'd pounded. Hell if I believed it 'til now.

Now, Elle's pussy pried my eyes wide open. I'd been converted, brought to a new faith that involved me getting in deep and feeling her pulse on my cock for the rest of my life.

I walked into the bathroom to wash up. Splashed my face and scalp in cold water, smoothing it into my skin. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the same homey glint in my eyes I'd seen on Brass, Rabid, Roman.

That's when I realized I was really, truly fucked. I hadn't just claimed the beautiful woman stretched out on the bed a few feet away. She'd got her claws in deep.

Damn if I didn't love it.



We got our grub and I picked up a case of beer from a liquor shop around the corner. Looked at my phone a couple times expecting calls from the brothers, maybe even Gil's assholes, but it was weirdly quiet.