Beast (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #4) (The Righteous Outlaws)

by Savannah Rylan

  “Mmm,” he groaned as he took my nipple between his teeth, tugging, sucking, and nipping. His hand wrapped around my back, and he pulled me up. My hands gripped his back and my fingers dug into his worn leather vest. His lips kissed a fiery path down my neck. I rocked into him, and, my God, he was so hard beneath me.

  I wanted to feel his cock in my hand more than anything I ever wanted. So, I reached for his zipper, but he snatched my hand away, leaving me confused. “You sure you want to walk on the wild side, Sunshine? Once you do, there’s no going back.”

  A light rain started to fall, and I let my head drift back to feel the cool droplets on my warm face. I brought my head up, my eyes heavy with lust, and locked on his gaze. “I don’t want to go back.”

  “What do you want, then?” he asked, biting my earlobe and causing me to press harder into him.

  “You,” I breathed.

  A smirk broke at the edge of his mouth. “I need you to be more specific.”

  Heat flared in my cheeks as my lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, I found myself panting like a dog in heat, as I pleaded with my eyes for him to keep going.

  He pushed two fingers back into me, and I bucked as the delicious waves of ecstasy devoured me. He thrust in and out, a relentless assault that had my nails digging deep into his leather. Too heavy with want and need, my head fell onto his shoulder.

  Warm breath skated across my ear, mixing with the cool wet raindrops. “I can stop,” he stated coolly.

  “No!” I screamed, unable to control myself as he worked me toward the brink of explosion. “Don’t stop,” I begged like some pauper desperate for a meal. I was desperate for his touch, for the feel of his lips on my body as they devoured and consumed me. But, most of all, I wanted to feel him turn me into a dirty little girl by pushing his big hard cock inside of me.

  “Then tell me what you want,” he taunted, as he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing pussy.

  Heat coursed through me, rising up my necks and into my cheeks. “I want you…” I bit my lip, trying to find the courage within to be the girl he wanted me to be. To be the girl I wanted to be. “I want you inside me,” I managed, and it was liberating. “Please,” I begged.

  He lifted me, and ripped my panties off. He took them in his hand and smiled. “White cotton. I should’ve guessed,” he said, before wadding them into a ball and pushing them against his nose and deeply inhaling my scent. Shock ran ramped through me as I watched. “Sweet, just like I thought.”

  He pulled a condom out of his back pocket then shoved my panties in. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. It was longer and thicker than anything I had imagined. I dabbed my lips with my tongue as I waited for him to slide the condom on. I yearned for what was to come. My body was on fire, and my mind was racing as a million thoughts flashed into my head of what to expect. I honestly didn’t know what it was going to feel like to have him fill me. I was a little worried he wouldn’t fit, but that didn’t matter, because the one thing I did know was that I never wanted anything so badly in my life.

  “Hop on,” he growled, and I hesitated. I’d never been on top. Cash was right. I’d only had sex missionary. I was predictable and boring and so out of my league right now. I never took control, and I had no idea how to ride a cock. I also never took off with a strange man, and let him touch me in a way I’ve never been touched before.

  I came home from college looking for a change. Shaking up my perfect little life with Cash was exactly what I needed. So, without a moment’s more hesitation, I slowly lowered my throbbing wet pussy down on to his hard, thick cock. Just as his tip pushed past my entrance, he forcefully pushed down on my shoulders and impaled me.

  Having him fully seated inside me felt like an eruption, as white-hot currents of electrical shocks pulsed through me, triggering a need so desperate, so violent I lost total control. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get him deeper, if that were even possible. I wanted to savor every hard inch and relish in the way it made me feel.

  His fingers curled around my hips, and he held me in place, as he thrust into me over and over. My hands gripped his shoulders frantically, holding on for the ride, as he destroyed every last bit of my innocence.

  “Fuck, Sunshine, you’re so goddamned tight,” he groaned against my ear as his big, rough hands clamped onto my thighs, and he pulled me back and forth to match his intensity.

  The rain picked up, pouring down on us, but we didn’t let it break our pace. If anything, it urged us to go harder, faster.

  Cash bent his head and caught my nipple between his teeth, causing a shocked cry to spill from my lips. I held his head, knotting my fingers into the long strands of hair. My breathing picked up, moans of pleasure flowing out of me, and making it almost impossible to catch my breath.

  “I want you to come for me, Sunshine. I want your sweet juices all over my dirty cock.”

  No one had even spoken to me so crudely, but his words enticed me, making me want everything he had to offer. I continued to rock against him as his hands dug deep into the soft flesh of my ass. My skin became sensitive beneath his touch, a weird combination of pain that gave way to pleasure.

  I felt a quickening deep in my belly, and, with one sweep of his thumb across my clit, I burst apart. Convulsions wracked my body as the most intense feeling of pleasure I ever felt consumed and overwhelmed me. My head was swimming in an abyss of stars and fireworks as Cash continued rubbing my clit and sucking my tits. I fell against his rock hard chest, trying to get control of my breathing, as my pussy continued throbbing and pulsing around Cash’s hard cock. He pulled his cock out of me, and got off the bike, lifting me with him. He turned me so I faced the seat of the bike, and I had no clue what he was doing. He didn’t come yet, and I couldn’t imagine that he would stop without satisfying his own needs.

  He walked behind me, and grabbed hold of my hips. “Hold on to the bike, Sunshine,” he commanded as he thrust into me with one swift stroke from behind. He started pounding into me, and delivered blow after mind-numbing blow. I held on for dear life as he continued thrusting in and out of me at an incredible speed, my body too satiated to do anything else. My belly burned and legs shook, as another body pulsing, mind-blowing orgasm pushed its way to the surface.

  My muscles tightened around his cock, and he screamed, “Oh, fuck!” His fingers flexed, turning into a death grip on my hip as he thrust into me one more time as I felt him come with the force of a volcanic eruption.

  He kept pushing into me in short little bursts, as he continued emptying himself into me. I prayed the condom would hold because it seemed like he was filling it beyond capacity as his cock kept pulsing inside me and emptying his seed.

  Finally, he collapsed on my back, his breath hot and heavy against my wet skin. He stayed there only moments before standing and cleaning himself up.

  “Get dressed,” he said, and I don’t know why I was surprised. He didn’t seem like the cuddling type, but I hoped for something a little more than just a hard fuck. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. Truth be told, it was the most mind-blowing orgasm I ever experienced. Still, I thought maybe he would end with a sweet kiss. Not the wham bam thank you ma’am, get the fuck off me attitude he was displaying.

  Pissed off at his brashness, I angrily pulled my dress back into place, and went to grab my panties from his back pocket when he abruptly snatched them away.

  “I’m keeping these,” he said, pulling them onto his handlebars. “Now get on.”

  He started the bike up, and I wrapped my arms around him, accepting that this was the closest thing I was going to get to after sex cuddling. I told him where to drop me off, and we took off into the night. Other than the roar of the bike, and the thoughts running through my head, the ride to my house was silent. I was going crazy because I wanted to know what Cash was thinking. Did he enjoy the sex we just had, or was I just another notch in his long list of one-night stands?

  When we got a block from my house, I
motioned for him to pull over. I held on for a second longer, savoring his hard ridges and tobacco and leather scent. Finally, I let go and got off the bike.

  “Thanks for a good ride, Sunshine,” he grinned and put his foot up on the bike, ready to take off. Before he could pull away, I jumped back toward him.

  “Where can I find you again?”

  He smirked. “I’ll always be in your dreams, baby.”

  ~End of Excerpt~

  About the Author

  Savannah Rylan is an erotic romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not penning the next great American novel, (HA), you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.