Saved by the Outlaw(66)

He works his own pants off next, one hand holding my hair while the other pushes up the small of my back, and he isn’t wasting any time in pressing his bare cock up against me. I look down and see his dark crown, bulging in need before me as he presses it against the surface of my cunt, and I gasp.

We’ve had so little privacy over the past few weeks, sharing motel rooms with the club and riding from sunrise to sunset. How many times have I seen him, gun out and blazing with a fierce glint to his eye, knowing he’s fighting for people who can’t fight for themselves? How often have I seen him putting his life on the line to bring justice to people who’ve bought their way out of the law’s justice their whole lives?

Each and every time made my desire for him grow all the stronger, fanning my lust into something beyond my control. I’d grip him as we rode the day after, letting my hands trail to his cock and rub up against him, and all that tension felt so fucking good to finally let go.

I let out a scream of all that release when his cock impales me.

Immediately, his hips are like a piston in my slick insides. My cunt has been ready for him all afternoon, knowing we’d be back in town and in private again. Finally.

His cock feels bigger than ever, swollen with desire for me, precum mixing with my honey as he bucks into me, and I thrust my hips up in rhythm with him.

He reaches up and grips the backboard of the bed, pounding up into me more and more fiercely, and my hands slide up to his rock-hard abs, feeling every muscle and ripple in his hardened body.

This man is a killer. You’ve seen him kill in front of your very eyes, and he used to do it for money. What the hell are you doing, Cherry?

I’m doing something better for myself than I’ve ever done before, I realize as I clench my cunt tightly around his shaft, stars in my eyes as he bucks wildly into me.

“I’m all yours, Leon,” I moan, “fuck, I’ve wanted you to ride me like this from the moment I saw you!”

He doesn’t respond with words, animalistically pounding into me all the more fiercely, and he looks down at me with those piercing eyes of his. Through all the fire, all the passion, I can see something more behind that gaze.

“I love you, Cherry,” he says at last, slowing his pumping just enough to bend down and kiss me deeply, and my hand reaches up to meet his face and pull it into me.

As he does, I arch my back up into him, and while we kiss, I feel my orgasm boil up within me, and I moan loudly into his kiss, my cunt tightening and my honey flooding his shaft. I never want the kiss to break. I want to stay here, with him inside me, and I want him to fill me up entirely.

The harsh bucking he responds to my tightness with tells me he can pick up on my desire, like a musk in the air. I’m his. He’s mine. And I never want that to change.

“I love you, Leon,” I gasp, each word punctuated by a breath as he rams into me, the tip of his dark, purple crown striking the inner depths of my cunt, harder and fiercer than ever before. As his balls slap against me, they start to tighten, and his cock swells up within me even more.

“Fuck,” he groans, and as I open my eyes to look at him, he isn’t closing his eyes to revel in his impending orgasm — he’s looking straight into my eyes.

As I look into the face of that untamed man from my past, I feel my own cunt starting to tighten again, and my mouth hangs open involuntarily as everything within me starts to come to a great, disjointed rise.

His hot, dominant seed shoots up into me, and I feel a body-wracking orgasm shake every nerve in my body, my eyes rolling up into my head as all of my senses are overwhelmed under him. He lets out a throaty groan, and I can tell that every part of him is just as ecstatic as he pours himself into me, and I can feel all my insides getting filled up by him as he puts his hands on my hips, pulling me further up onto his spear as we come together.

As the last of his seed spills into me, he stays hard, gently rocking back and forth as we just kind of look into each other’s eyes, stillness descending like a spell all around the simple room. All we can focus on is each other, and it’s wholly and utterly satisfying.

“You know,” I whisper to him after who knows how long, his cock pulsing within me softly, “I was wrong about you, Leon.”

“How’s that?” he asks with a small, cocky smile.

“For the longest time, I thought you were just a bandit under another name.”

“You were right,” he says, pressing into me a little further, still hard as a rock, and I gasp involuntarily. “Only difference is, I do it for a better cause.”

A long pause passes between us as I just smile up at him, then I give his hand a light squeeze. “I want to stay with you, Leon. I really do. There’s a lot of good to be done, good that needs to be done where the law only holds it back. I want to be a part of that. And I want you.”