Mountain Daddy's Nanny

by Samantha Leal

  “Maybe we’ve got something in common then,” Lacey smiled, feeling herself relax. “I was never supposed to be here, either… I made my escape but got sucked back in.”

  “Well at least we’re on the same page,” Matt smiled. “All the outstanding debts, I want them gone so we can start again. Then I can get the hell out of here.”

  Lacey was jealous of his plan and wished she had a solid one herself. Not just the idea of making a run for it in the middle of the night.

  “Instead of giving me the money,” he said, “I want to spend today with you.”

  Lacey looked up and locked eyes with his.

  “Let’s not beat around the bush,” he said suddenly. “I like you, Lacey,” he leaned towards her. “I don’t know what it is…but I have to have you.”

  Lacey felt her sex pulse. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Her heart began to pound and she looked up at him with innocent eyes. He held out his hand and she took it as he pulled her to her feet.

  “Take a ride with me?” he asked her.

  6.

  Lacey gripped Matt’s waist as they flew down the highway. The scent of his skin, the cigarettes, sweat and oil mixed in with his cologne was driving her wild.

  She couldn’t believe what was happening. She was on the back of a bike with a supposed outlaw, driving at ninety miles an hour out across the desert. He’d said he wanted to take her somewhere beautiful, that he wanted her to experience his most favorite place in the world. He took a bend and she dug her fingertips into his muscly abs. She must have been crazy to go somewhere with him. He was a total stranger and a criminal at that. She knew the night before when they had first locked eyes on each other that there had been something there. A spark had ignited even if it had gone unsaid. And now he seemed determined to have her and Lacey realized she wanted nothing more.

  He was right. She had always been such a good girl and had never given in to her passions. She had always done the best for others and let her own dreams go to waste. She had never put herself first, no matter how much she wanted something. This was her chance to take all of that back. This day with this wild, dangerous biker was going to change everything. She was at a turning point. She was going to act out of character and do things she had never even dared dream of.

  The bike started to slow, and Matt pulled off the highway. They were in the middle of the desert with red and orange mountains all around them. He pulled onto a beaten track and the dust kicked out behind them. Lacey looked over her shoulder and smiled. This was like another world. The terrain was wild and deserted, and it made her feel so alive.

  When Matt stopped the bike, he lifted her off with his big, rough hands and placed her gently on the ground. She looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile. She had never been so pleasantly surprised.

  “Let’s walk up to that ridge,” he said as he took her hand and pulled her towards a rock face.

  They made the short climb, and Matt insisted on holding his hands over her eyes.

  “You have to wait to see the view,” he whispered in her ear. “It’ll take your breath away.”

  He was behind her, with his arms wrapped around her shoulders and his palms over her eyes. She could tell they were high up, much higher than where they had been on the other side of the ridge. She could feel the rush of air around her and she clung to him, terrified that she would fall.

  “Ready?” he whispered in her ear.

  Lacey nodded and braced herself. Matt slowly peeled his hands away from her eyes and revealed what was in front of her. She gasped and held onto him tightly, not daring to move. It was like she was on the edge of the world. A huge, deep canyon was in front of her, the sunlight shining on it and showing off the most amazing colors. Deep purples, reds, oranges and yellows all merged together across the landscape. It was magical and like nothing she had ever seen.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped, “How did you ever find this place?”

  “I used to live out here,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and breathed into her neck.

  Lacey was starting to get wet. The feeling of having a man’s arms around her was driving her wild. She turned to face Matt and ran her hands through his hair as she stared deep into his eyes.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  Matt leaned forward and kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue and biting her gently. He was like an animal. A savage. And she wanted him to tear her to pieces.

  Matt grabbed her gently by the throat and pushed her to the ground. Lacey’s knees scuffed against the crumbling desert rock, and he climbed down on top of her, pinning her arms high above her head. They were completely exposed on the edge of the ridge, looking out over the canyon, but Lacey didn’t care. Even if there were hikers or photographers out there, she didn’t give a fuck who saw them. She wanted him right then and there. She wanted him to break her good girl persona and give her something to remember for the rest of her life.

  Matt ran his hands up her side and cupped her breasts. He pulled her top off over her head and sucked on her nipples, his mouth exploring her skin, searching frantically and nibbling her. Lacey arched off the ground and wrapped her legs tightly around him. She could feel the stiff bulge in his jeans and was desperate to see it. He kissed her neck softly before sinking his teeth into her with little bites that made her gasp with pleasure. She hadn’t had sex in well over two years and knew her body would feel like a virgin’s again. She was so worked up and hot for him, she couldn’t wait for him to remove her clothes. She bucked her hips up to meet his and Matt reached down and started to unbutton her shorts with one hand, while the other kept her hands pinned high above her head.

  Lacey felt a rush of mountain air hit her, and her sex pulsed. She was already dripping wet and engorged and she couldn’t wait for him to take her.

  Matt leaned back and quickly removed his vest, throwing it behind him before he reached down and started to undo his jeans. Lacey was lying on the ground, looking up at him, biting her lip and letting him stare at her sex as he pulled down his jeans and boxers and revealed the most amazing cock she had ever seen. It was so big and stiff it was intimidating, but she knew she had to have it inside her. Matt knelt in front of her with his throbbing member in his hand. Lacey stared up at him, scared that he would hurt her, but her body betrayed her. She was soaking wet and yearning for him. Her pussy ached and as he leaned down towards her holding his huge cock she moaned. He slid his other hand down between her legs and flicked her clit lightly while pumping his cock up and down in his fist.

  “You want it?” he asked. He was so close to her, his lips were skimming hers and Lacey found herself in the throes of pleasure already. As his fingers worked her, she was on the verge of a crashing orgasm. She threw her head back and Matt pulled his hand away, determined to fuck her before she came. He pulled her up in front of him and positioned her on her hands and knees so she was looking out over the canyon. Lacey felt free and uninhibited as he positioned his unprotected member at her opening and rubbed it up and down, making his tip slick and wet.

  He held onto the back of her neck and positioned himself at her slit. He teased her with his big red head and gripped onto her ass with his thick, rough hands.

  “Matt,” she said suddenly, “I’m not on the pill—“

  But there was no stopping him. He plunged his massive length inside her, tearing her in half. The pain was excruciating and Lacey screamed.

  Matt held onto her neck as he fucked her, pounding himself in and out of her. Before Lacey really had chance to register the pain, it was already giving way to the most intensely amazing sensation she had ever felt. Her pussy gripped him tightly as he thrust into her, and he was so hard and deep inside that it felt like she was being speared. She panted and begged him to go harder. Matt slowed his pace and withdrew before slowly sliding his full, wet length into her again. It was so deep that Lacey screamed with ecstasy. She fit around him so perfectly. Matt’s strokes were g
etting more frantic and powerful as he was ready to explode. He gripped onto her as he slowly slid himself in and out of her, on the verge of shooting his load.

  “Give it to me,” Lacey panted as Matt held onto her hair and tensed his thighs. He thrust himself into her again and his release exploded from him. He pumped his white hot cum up inside of her and Lacey felt it hitting her insides. The sensation of him emptying his load into her sent her over the edge. She unraveled in a hot wave of extreme pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. It was so intense she collapsed into the dusty rock and groaned. Matt pulled her back to him as he pumped his dick into her one last time and kissed her on the back of the neck.

  ***

  They both lay on the ground, looking out over the canyon. Lacey had never been so naughty before, and she had never felt so liberated. Matt wrapped his big arm around her and breathed her in.

  “Don’t you have any more friends with debts you want to help out?” he joked.

  Lacey jabbed him in the ribs and laughed.

  “I didn’t do it for Charlene,” she said seriously.

  “I know,” he brushed her hair out of her eyes. “I just needed an excuse to get you to come back.”

  Lacey grinned. She was certainly glad he had pretended that she was going to help clear Charlene’s problem.

  “Who would have thought a bad debt could have led to something so incredible?” he said, kissing her again.

  She agreed. She knew now that on the inside he was a good guy, even if his job and his affiliation with Satan’s Riders meant he had to do bad things. To her he would always be this Matt. The one at the canyon with her that day. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it. She knew Charlene would be all right. Now that she knew how he felt about her, she would be able to talk him into giving her more time.

  Lacey fully committed to the moment and lived out a wild fantasy that she would never forget. Even if she and Matt never had a day like this again, she was more than grateful to have had this experience. The sun was setting over the canyon and she had an amazing man by her side. She felt like the luckiest woman alive…

  THE END

  What the Outlaw Needs

  Samantha Leal

  Copyright ©2015 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.

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  Thank you so much for your interest in my work

  1.

  Lizzie looked out across the sand and waves. It was heading towards dusk and she had been down there all afternoon, lying on her old battered rug and reading. She had at least two more books to get through before the end of the week and she was starting to feel the pressure… Was there any way she would be able to read and analyze them all before the deadline?

  When she went to college, she had imagined amazing parties and dates with really hot guys, but instead she had found herself locked up in her room as soon as she returned from class, and the only date she’d been on was with a German exchange student who tried to discuss his long list of bizarre fetishes with her over their introduction dinner. She hadn’t gone out with him again…but he had tried to persuade her, even offering to take her to a live sex show and introduce her to “the dark side,” as he put it.

  “I have so much to do,” she’d told him, secretly annoyed with herself for being such a prude. “But if I have some spare time next week, I’ll call you and we can get together.”

  She had never called him back… and her schedule never got any less hectic. She was approaching finals and was swamped. Choosing to major in English Literature had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now she was drowning under the never-ending pile of work and every time she looked at the page and tried to read, the words all seemed to blur into one.

  That morning when woke up and heard the pounding of music filtering through from another dorm room, she decided it was time to hit the beach and find some tranquility. She couldn’t stay there, in the dark box room that she had called home for nearly a year, and concentrate. She needed a change of scenery, some fresh air and some inspiration. She pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt and grabbed her bag. She couldn’t wait to get out of there and breathe. She’d felt suffocated for the past week and even though she had been so busy cramming and barely had time to eat, she knew she couldn’t keep the pace up any longer.

  She got to the beach just after noon and had spent nearly seven hours there. She stopped at least once every hour to look out at the surfers and past them to the horizon. The water was choppy and a deep blue, and she wished she could have stripped down to her underwear and run into it to cleanse herself from everything that was weighing her down. It had been a long time since she’d felt liberated, but she knew that day she was going to stay under her cloud. She had watched people come and go all day, every single of them relaxing and there she was, trying to work… None of it seemed right and as she lay down her copy of Ted Hughes’ Birthday Letters and picked up her purse, she finally decided that enough was enough.

  The sky was tinged pink, and it cast its glow across the waves. The evening surfers were bobbing up and down, waiting for their moment. She held her hand up to her eyes and squinted into the distance, hoping to catch them one last time before she headed back to her car. They all began to paddle and their boards slowly lifted behind them. Lizzie smiled as she watched them get to their feet and ride before falling into the frothy white crash as the wave broke against the shoreline.

  “Until next time,” she said to herself aloud, but the wind was so rough she barely even heard it herself. She turned and walked back to the boardwalk and made her way across to the parking lot in bare feet. When she got to her car, she opened the door and sat on the front seat, her legs dangling outside as she shook off the sand.

  She had always loved the beach, and she was glad she had taken a day out to try and reconnect and clear her mind. Not that it had helped much. It wasn’t just finals and lack of a male interest that was getting to her. Recently she also had to experience her parents’ divorce, and the whole thing had left her emotionally scarred.

  She looked out to the ocean again and tried not to remember how she had learned of her father’s infidelity. Of how she had to tell her mother everything and play mediator between them both as their lives all slowly fell apart. When the time came for her to leave for college, she couldn’t have been happier to get away. She desperately needed a fresh start. But so far all she seemed to have acquired was more stress.

  She closed the driver’s side door and started the engine. A flock of seagulls swooped overhead and made their way out over the ocean. For the first time she felt the chill of the night air coming in.

  Get yourself home, she thought. Time for bed and some more reading.

  Realizing how pathetic that sounded, she rolled her eyes. God, did she need some excitement.

  2.

  As Lizzie walked up the stairs to her dorm, she could hear the familiar woops and cheers of her neighbors. It was Friday and that meant there would be parties raging in every corner of campus. She lowered her head and opened the front door to the building. Inside the corridors was thankfully quiet, but leaflets and posters exploded over everything, advertising the weekend fun. She went to her mail box and unlocked it. There was, as usual, nothing inside. She had stopped hoping from news from home. She no longer wanted to hear about how miserable her mother was, and she had absolutely no desire to know what her father was up to with his new woman. The whole thing had been enough to make her never want to trust a man again. As she began to drag herself up the stairs, she sighed with relief at knowing at least she didn’t have to worry that someone out there was cheating on her.

  As she approached the door to her room, she heard the clicking of heels coming up behind her. She hurried to get her key in her lock before anyone
tried to start a conversation with her, but she was too late. Hands slammed down over her eyes, and the girl giggled.

  “Where the hell have you been all day?” she asked playfully, “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

  Rachel, Lizzie’s best friend, dropped her hands so Lizzie could turn to face her.

  “I was studying,” she said defiantly. “If you hadn’t noticed, we’ve got finals coming up.”

  “Yawn… Who cares?” Rachel said jokingly. “You look worn out.”

  Lizzie managed to unlock her door and stepped inside, checking herself out in the mirror as she entered.

  “I was up early. I’m getting stressed out from all this.”

  “Well, then, that’s the perfect excuse,” Rachel smiled and raised her eyebrows as she sat down on Lizzie’s desk chair.

  “Perfect excuse for what?” Lizzie bent over and turned on her lamp before flopping down on the bed and rubbing her eyes.

  “Tonight,” Rachel said with excitement. “Fuck all these parties that are happening here… I’ve got us somewhere really awesome to go.”

  “Huh?” Lizzie said leaning up on her elbows. “I hope it involves guaranteeing me an A on all of my assignments. Otherwise count me out.” She rolled back down and breathed out. She could see the stack of books in front of her and felt a chill prickle her skin. “Ugh, so much to do.” She picked up her pillow and covered her face before screaming into it and laughing.

  “You’re so boring,” Rachel said as she pulled the pillow away. “You’ve spent most of your weekends here being little Miss Goody Two Shoes, studying every chance you get. Who cares if you don’t get perfect grades for once, just let your hair down and let’s go and have some fun.”

  “I can’t…” Lizzie said. “You know what I’m like.”

  “I do,” Rachel smiled. “And that’s exactly why I’m not taking no for an answer.” She got to her feet and bounced over to Lizzie’s closet. She flung open the doors and began to leaf through the hangers and outfits.

  “No,” she moved along to the next dress. “No… no….”