Never Wed an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love)

by Nicole Snow

  Holy, holy shit. How can a man be built just like a god? How was it fair that me – Cora – was about to give myself to him?

  My fingertips fell, all the way to his unbuttoned jeans. Then he leaned down, moving his hand behind my head, jerking me into a brand new kiss.

  His lips moved against mine for what felt like forever. Every twitch and twirl of his tongue made me realize I was dripping wet, begging to be opened, teased, and filled by this man.

  Seizing my wrist, he yanked my hand down to the bulge in his jeans. I moaned when I felt it, ready to pop out the crevice in his half-open zipper.

  “That's for you,” Firefly said, holding my eyes just inches from his. “Every fucking inch. That's the cock that's gonna take you, fuck you, own you, Cora. That's the part of me that's gonna make us one, make you cry in ways you can't even imagine.”

  “Yes, yes,” I said, trying not to get too giddy.

  Everything between my legs ached. My core folded in on itself, so ready to be opened up again by his power, it hurt.

  Damn it, this wasn't a choice anymore. There weren't any brakes on the naked, sweaty want rushing through my system.

  I needed him in me. Had to have him split me open, make me a woman, show me all the ways that massive, scary body of his could make me quake and scream.

  “Already told you once – take off your clothes. Now, babe. Neither one of us needs a trip to the fucking store tomorrow to replace everything I destroyed.”

  I looked at him and nodded. Just sat up, undoing my blouse, peeling away everything as quickly as I could. Meanwhile, the sneaky bastard dropped his pants, his boxers, and left his back facing me when I toppled into bed, bare and leaking.

  Ready for him to take whatever he wanted.

  Slowly, he turned. I fought the urge to push my hand between my legs when I caught a glimpse of what he'd been hiding in those jeans.

  If God ever put a bigger cock on a man, then I'd be afraid to see it. Firefly was huge. It wasn't just the raw length and girth that got to me, but the way it swelled when he pushed his fist around it, pulsing with a mad, potent energy, angry and alive as the rest of him.

  “Fuck,” he growled, squeezing his length until the thick head ballooned, spilling a small trickle of crystal clear fluid to the floor. “There's no way you'll be able to take this without getting a whole lot looser and wetter first.”

  Wetter? Looser? Had he lost his loving mind?

  He climbed onto the bed, growling while he pushed my legs apart. His mouth dashed all my doubts when it took mine all over again.

  He kissed me, harder than before. I sucked his lips and trembled, loving how he rammed his tongue against mine. Hungry, feral, just like a wild animal.

  Sometimes, he pulled back, forcing me to lean into him, and struggle for another kiss. He always held me down, making me work for it with that smug, trademark smile.

  “Bastard,” I whispered.

  “Beautiful,” he growled. “Every fucking foot of you.”

  He showed me. His mouth stamped hot, playful kisses down my throat, nipping at my ear, before he sank down to my breasts. My nipples rolled between his fingertips, and then he brought his lips over them, softening each bud against his tongue with the same aggression he'd given me in every kiss.

  “Oh!” I whimpered, wondering if I could come from nothing except his mouth all over my tits.

  I'd heard the strippers talk about sex before. They were numb to it. Jaded, maybe.

  But even they got off to a strong, highly experienced man.

  Tonight, I had that man to myself. I had it all. Looks, experience, and a spark between us unlike anything I'd ever had for another human being.

  Every growl reminded me he must've felt something too. He manhandled me like he wanted, squeezing my breasts as his head sank lower, moving between my thighs.

  Fuck. Shit. He's really going to take me with his tongue!

  And he did.

  Firefly pulled my thighs apart, kissing each one, brushing his rough stubble across my smooth skin. His mouth moved upward, and I heard him stop, rumble, inhaling my scent.

  “Fuck, you smell good. You're wet as a damned garden hose. Too bad it ain't wet enough.” My legs began to tremble as he reared up, staring at me, his eyes fiery blue and determined as hell. “I'm gonna make you soak these fuckin' sheets, darlin'.”

  My pussy throbbed before his tongue even met it. When it did, I struggled to take hold of the sheets, the only thing that would keep us on planet earth while he ravaged me like never before.

  Firefly's fingers had been amazing, but his mouth. Shit, his mouth!

  Lips, teeth, and tongue opened me, stroked deep, wrapped around my clit. He sucked, licked, pulled, and nibbled, teasing muscles I hadn't even known about before he laid me on this bed.

  My virgin pussy had been starved for years, too sheltered and afraid to open itself to pleasure. Firefly made up for years in a sexless desert, sending his lightning through me in every lick.

  My mouth widened a little at a time, forming a perfect ring. My whole body wound up like a spring, so close, inching toward the edge with every rough tickle of his stubble, every lash of his tongue.

  The more I squirmed, the harder he held me down. His tongue scrawled more filthy words across my clit in every wet, powerful jerk than he could've ever spoken.

  Come for me, babe.

  Come for me hot.

  Come for me wild.

  Come for me like your whole fucking life has led you to having my face between your legs. You know it has.

  Come for me like the beautiful, damaged girl you are.

  Come for me NOW.

  My hips jerked. I clutched the sheets and screamed, involuntarily riding his face. Thunder left his throat. He pulled me against his mouth, locking me in while my pussy rubbed his chin again and again.

  “Firefly, Firefly, fuck me, Firefly!” These were my last words for the next five minutes.

  I came so hard I almost passed out. Time became a blur, only kept constant by his tongue stroking my clit. He pulled it taut between his teeth, all the better to be whipped over and over again with his mad, mad laps.

  He feasted on me like a total beast. He owned me.

  And I loved it. Loved it.

  I'd never been so alive and awestruck as I was than when Firefly's tongue worked me over. If only it could've lasted forever!

  My muscles twitched, every single one of them, a full body orgasm so intense I saw stars.

  Blood red, orange like headlights, blistering white.

  I swam in the hot void and lost a little sanity, giving it all up to Firefly.

  When I could force my eyes open, his tongue strokes had softened. So had his grip.

  I realized my pussy must've creamed the entire time in his mouth. His tongue cleaned me, stroked me alive again, tasting every drop like I was some rare delicacy.

  “Fucking shit, baby girl,” he growled, coming up and wiping his mouth. “Never had pussy this good before. You're soft and wet and so fuckin' sweet. Don't know how you do it.”

  I smiled, pushing hot beads of sweat off my brow as he pulled me into his big arms. “What you do is pretty mysterious too,” I said.

  “Yeah, whatever. Don't need to understand it. Just need more. We're barely getting started. I'm gonna own every goddamned beautiful inch of you tonight, and then every night I'm walking this earth.”

  His words did something strange and marvelous. My nipples puckered, swelling and hardening with his promises. Or were they threats?

  Whatever they were, I wanted him to carry out every single one of them, and then some.

  I flattened my hands against his chest, running my fingertips over his broad, strong shoulders. Our eyes locked. Raw fire pulsed in his, a single-minded need to take me before he totally lost it to the animal urge to hold me down and fuck me.

  My legs opened as he moved between them. I watched him dip below the bed for a second, reaching for something, and then heard a condom's
wrapper tear a second later.

  “Put it the fuck on me,” he growled, pushing it into my hands.

  I sat up, marveling at the big, insanely hard erection throbbing between his legs. He wrapped it in a fist and more pre-come surged, drooling with savage want, ready to be inside me.

  “I've never done this before,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. I tried to steady my hands as he guided me, positioning the small, circular condom over his throbbing tip.

  He stroked it down his length, my hand going with it. I felt him quiver, even through the latex. My pussy clenched, and I fought the urge to suck him off then and there.

  There'd be another time for that. Tonight, he had to take what belonged to him, what I'd decided to surrender to my tall, dark, brutal Prince.

  “Lay back. Open wide. Bite down on my arm.” He held it against my throat and pushed me down while he moved between my legs.

  “Bite you? Why?”

  “Trust me, darlin', you're gonna need something when this cock splits you open. You've never had a man before, have you?”

  I shook my head, blushing with embarrassment.

  “Yeah, that's what I thought. You'll be coming again in no time once you get through the burn. Promise.”

  My hands pulled at his arm and I held on tight. His hips moved, one thrust away from pushing into me, aggressive and deep.

  “Take me, Firefly. Make me yours. Just for tonight.”

  “Just tonight? Bullshit, babe.” New fires roared in his eyes. “I'm taking this pussy. Fuckin' owning it forever. You understand?”

  His ass rolled forward. My pussy tingled, stretched, and burned as he pushed into me, making me feel the full power of those last two words.

  You understand, babe?

  Yes. I did. I finally fucking did, and I grit my teeth as a sharp sensation bit into me.

  It hurt just a little, being opened like this, but there was a deeper pleasure behind it, something fiercer than what I'd felt being worked over by his hands and mouth.

  “So fuckin' tight. All fuckin' mine.” He bared his teeth, pushing deeper, deeper, then holding himself there like he needed a moment just to believe it. “Shit. Fuck. Cora, you were made for this dick.”

  I believed him. Hell, I truly started believing I'd been designed for him when he reared back, almost pulling out, and then crashed into me again.

  This time, with more force, more feeling, more power.

  My ass dipped deep into the mattress and then sprang back up, sliding onto his cock, giving my body even more leverage on his. The burn between my legs crested. There was one wicked second where clenching my jaw wasn't enough, and I had to bite into his arm, digging my teeth into his skin as he taught me how to fuck.

  “That's it, babe. Fuck me back. Fuck me, hard as you can take it.”

  Moaning, I threw my hand across his neck, digging my nails in. My legs moved, locking around his. I pulled him into me, begging him with every muscle to drive deeper.

  Fuck me through the burn.

  Fuck me through everything I've suffered.

  Fuck me until I forget everything except this bed, this body, and everything I love about you, Firefly.

  Just fuck me.

  I swore he read my thoughts. His hips pistoned faster, picking up speed, slamming me into the mattress a little harder with each and every thrust.

  A fireball built around my womb, the same one I'd had before, except bigger and hotter now. Firefly fucked me harder, making us into two engines humming against each other in perfect harmony.

  Sweating, clenching, begging for release. Our bodies formed a rhythm each time he crashed down, plunging all the way to my womb, skin slapping skin.

  One, two, three.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Filthy F-words filled my brain like a mantra. Nothing else kept time except that count in the back of my head and the patter of my own heartbeat.

  His dark inks looked more furious, the skull and the guns, matching the expression on his face. I realized it just as he swore for the millionth time, picked my legs up, and threw them over his shoulders.

  “Fucking-A, baby girl. You're gonna kill me with this tight little cunt if I don't put out the fire. Come for me again. Come all over my dick.”

  He could make me do anything.

  My body responded like he'd reached inside me, flipping a switch. I was already approaching another toe curling climax, but this took me there faster, sweeping me into light and heat and fire.

  Holy. Shit.

  His cock stabbed into me three more times, each stroke faster and harder than the last. His pubic bone had just the right tuft of hair to scratch me where it mattered. I felt him, grinding against my clit, bringing me off with the same expertise he must've used on a hundred girls.

  Except tonight, the bastard was all mine, and what a big, beautiful man he was. I believed him when he said those dirty, possessive things, all the stuff about wanting me more than anybody else.

  He couldn't fake the rough edge in his voice. He couldn't fool anyone, not with the way he threw himself into me, fucking me with his whole body, determined to bring us both to heaven.

  I came so hard my entire vision filled with speckled stars, too many colors to count.

  Everything below my waist blazed, and up above, my hair stretched in his fist as he pulled it tight. His mouth crashed down on mine before I could scream, swallowing my pleasure, owning my tongue like he overwhelmed the rest of me.

  Oh, Firefly. Oh, God.

  Oh, oh, oh so fucking incredible.

  Every finger and toe hurt when I could finally come up from it because they were bent. He hadn't stopped, hadn't even slowed himself down. The biker's massive body just kept thrusting, coming like a locomotive, the greatest machine nature had ever built for explosive, relentless sex.

  I couldn't breathe, and I didn't even care. That fire in my pussy slowed to a simmer, and the pain was all gone now.

  Nothing except volcanic desire kissed my veins through my blood. My desire was only taking a short break before I knew it'd erupt all over again.

  “You're goddamned beautiful when you come,” he growled, pushing the words out through ragged breaths. “You know I'll never stop making you, right?”

  His thrusts slowed, and he ran a calloused hand across my face. I purred, my lips trembling, feeling my pleasure cresting high again.

  “Never?”

  “Fuck, no. Not 'til I've tamed this pussy and my name's stamped all over your sweet ass, baby. Now, turn the hell over. Let me see the rest of what's mine.”

  He pulled out just long enough to change positions, helping me roll onto my knees. My arms stretched above my head. I grasped the pillows, precious support I knew I'd need the second he mounted me from behind.

  Doggie. That was what they called this, wasn't it?

  I felt like a bitch in heat when he started pounding. His cock angled differently, bringing me a more delicious feeling than before, fanning the fire inside me lightning hot.

  “Damn it all!” My voice choked off as he slammed into me faster. I buried my face into the sheets, feeling the wave within coming, ready to sweep me up and smash me against the rocks named Firefly.

  “Give it the fuck up,” he growled. “Give it all to me. Wanna see this ass shake like every other inch of you when I bust inside you, darlin' baby girl.”

  He smacked me, right on the ass, bringing me back to the first night I'd lost control beneath his palm.

  Firefly wrapped one hand around my thigh, shoved it between my legs, and found my clit. His free hand moved upward, fisting my hair, pulling me back onto those rough thrusts threatening to break me in two.

  Everything sweet, bitter, and sinful overloaded me. I lost it.

  This time, I came hardest, screaming into the sheets until they were between my teeth. My hands tore desperately at the pillows.

  I sweated, I ached, I fucked him with every bone in my body.

  My ass bucked into Firefly's thrusts, desperate
to feel him join me in the rough firestorm he'd lit below my waist. His hips crashed against me, such a manic frenzy I thought he'd break the box spring underneath us.

  “Fuck, baby girl, I'm coming. Gonna give your tight little cunt everything it's been crying for since the day we met!” Both his mean hands pushed through my hair, slick with sweat.

  He pulled, jerking me up from the sheets, and he didn't stop. Roaring, he held on, twisting my hair like reigns as his cock swelled deep inside me.

  Even through the condom, I could feel the explosion.

  One second, there was nothing but his hard, masculine strength inside me. Then a flood of molten fire, drowning me, his throat filling the room with an animal's growl.

  “Fuck, fuck fuck!” He sounded inhuman, like he'd channeled pure lust. Let it take him over.

  I didn't think it was possible, but shit, I came harder.

  My breasts pulsed. My pussy throbbed. My clit swelled, screaming for his seed, the only thing in the universe that would put out the inferno raging inside me.

  Our bodies both crashed together, two glaciers falling apart. Numb to everything except our own pleasure, blind to the entire screwed up world.

  Moaning, shaking, sweating. My brain short-circuited again and again, alive with his fury, his passion, his guttural release. We fucked for what seemed like forever, never letting up until my arms and legs gave out.

  Another growl, and he slowly pulled out of me, cursing when he did like someone had just called closing time at the bar.

  Lord, I could've used a shot of something after Firefly. Maybe even a cigarette.

  “Shit!” I jerked up to see what had him so upset.

  Crouching on the bed, he held the condom between two fingers, a steady trickle of his come pouring out of it.

  My heart stopped.

  I watched him stand, dump it in the trash, and come back, running one hand over his handsome face.

  “Fuck, Cora, I'm sorry. You're not on the pill or some shit?”

  “No.” It was like the whole world condensed into the room, suddenly alive with possibilities I'd never considered before I'd bedded this bad boy.