Outlaw's Bride (21 page)

“Up on your hands and knees, Sally,” he growled.

“You really don't need a break?”

“I had my break behind bars. I already told you – we're fucking all night, every night, as long as you're wearing my brand. We both know I've missed too many nights already. We're fucking double to make up for all the lost time.”

Smiling, I rolled as he reluctantly pulled out, and his strong hands helped me into line. I hoped he'd at least let me have a few solid hours of sleep in between this long night of frenzied sex and feeding Caleb at the crack of dawn.

No luck. Unless you call lucky being fucked by a badass half a dozen times before he even let up – and maybe I did.

Roman fucked me with every molecule of the full dizzying force his massive body had to offer. My breasts swung wild beneath me as he thrust, slamming into me, slapping my clit with his heavy balls each time he went deep.

I'd heard plenty about the G-spot, but I never knew where mine was until that little silver bead in his cock stroked me at just the right angle. Everything between my legs billowed up in a hot, tense mess. He ripped my head up by the hair in his fist, just in time to scream.

“Holy. Fucking. Christ!”

A new sensation tore through my pussy. Hot lightning shattered me whole, made me lose control. Roman fucked faster, hurling me off the cliff into the pleasure zone. My clit sang, and I felt myself losing something hot and wet all over him and the sheets.

It kept coming as he power fucked me too. Just when I thought I was about to blackout, he pounded deep, held his swelling cock there, joining me in the greatest climax ever.

Roman's opposite hand pinched my ass, pulling me tight. We sank down and hit the bed together. His cock pumped more searing come into me, filling me to overflowing. Our cream spilled out and stained the bed, and we weren't even finished.

We came like there was no tomorrow. Hell, locked in his embrace, I wondered if that old cliché might be right. A few more romps like this, and I might not wake up alive.

He brought me back to life with a gentle slap on the ass. “Fuck, babe. I always knew you could squirt.”

“Is
that
what you did to me?” I whispered, feeling him pull out and turning around to face him on the bed.

“You tell me.” He pointed to the wet spot between my legs. “You did that for me, woman, and you'd better get used to it. Start bringing a fucking canteen to bed. If your pussy doesn't do fireworks when you clench this cock, I haven't done my damned job.”

Growling, he leaned down, caressing my cheek with his soft lips and rough stubble. “And I
always
work like hell 'til it's done. Don't ever doubt that shit for a second.”

I shuddered. My whole world folded into him, collapsed into that big, strong vastness in his powerful arms. Twisting my head, we kissed for several minutes.

I wondered how my body kept going when the new tingle started in my pussy. It came slow, a rising wave of need. Roman must've felt it too. He cupped my folds in one hand and squeezed, possessive and seductive.

“Don't die on me now, woman. This is only the first night. It's a week long fuckfest I'm after. We're only stepping outta this room to see our kid and get some grub. You've been mine since the moment I knocked you up, babe, and we're making up for two years of lost sex in the next week, even if I've gotta rub my dick raw.”

His thumb sank deeper, sliding through my wetness. He sounded insane, but he felt so
good
, especially when he covered my clit, stroking new circles that opened my legs again. It was like he'd figured out the password to my body, and I burned every time he opened me.

He wasn't really going to keep me locked in bed for an entire week – was he? His tone said he wasn't joking. Hell, did he
ever
joke around?

I saw my fate, rolling out like new shadows in the dark room. I was in bed with a ferocious, possibly crazy, badass. Totally at his mercy, and that wasn't even the worst part.

Each time I looked into dark brown eyes through my narrowed lids, my heart hummed three times faster.

Say all you want about Stockholm Syndrome. Whatever was happening to my brain and body cut deep, and it was
real.

I was falling in love, and it scared me to death.

F
or the next three days, I did everything I promised, and then some.

I fucked my woman horizontal, diagonal, up, down, hot and cold, sideways, and fucking zigzag. I burned her scent and taste into my brain so deep I'd remember it as a senile old fart on my deathbed – if I avoided dad's fate like I intended.

And damn if I wasn't gonna try. I'd fight like hell for this new family.

But shit, it was hard to imagine battling anything at all laid out here, with her wrapped around me.

The cartel war's violence and danger seemed like a distant world in bed. We ordered in and put on our robes in between nonstop fucking.

Watching our kid toddle around the living room and tug on my feet for attention was almost as satisfying as having Sally underneath me. I'd become an honest-to-God, no shit family man, and it made me pretty fucking happy too.

A man could get used to this. Now, all I needed to do was shove a ring on her finger and make all this official. My son wasn't growing up wondering why the hell his folks weren't hitched.

On the third night, we put him to bed, and turned in early. Sally came trotting into the master bedroom from her bath, wearing this lacy red stuff with pantyhose and bitch heels that instantly made me wanna feel them digging into my ass while I hammered into her.

Shit!

“Get the fuck over here,” I growled, grabbing her as she climbed onto the bed.

Kissing this woman became a dangerous addiction. I'd never been a druggie like the Veep, but I imagined every time my lips hit hers, I got a taste of that bliss he'd pumped into his veins before he sorted out his shit.

Drug or not, this chick was dangerous. She'd rewired my brain, and I'd do fucking anything to keep her from slipping away ever again.

Christ, she tasted divine. My hands tore off her bra. Lingerie looked pretty, yeah, but my fingers burned every minute they weren't on her tits or pussy, and my tongue ached to be wrapped around her too.

“Travis!” she gasped, moving her long nails around the back of my head, tightening the hold my teeth had on her nipple.

I sucked it deep into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue again and again. My cock jerked each time I did, hounding me like a relentless motherfucker to get between her legs.

Patience.
Teasing her sweet ass always made it better for both of us. When we finally joined, it was like a goddamned warhead went off every time, blowing our brains out our ears each time our bodies pulsed.

“Roll over, babe,” I ordered, grabbing at her hot red panties. They looked like they'd been made by the devil himself to hide her perfect pussy, and I wasn't gonna tolerate that shit for long.

She smiled and hissed hot breath when I smacked her ass, making her twist over me faster. She straddled me, putting her sopping wet cunt against my dick.

I aimed my pierced cock right at her clit and rubbed, coating myself in her juices, thinking about the hot wet heat I'd soon be buried in, all the way to my balls.

She pinched her eyes shut and let out a loud, low moan, drawing her hands down to my chest. Her nails raked long and slow, making me
itch
to impale her that second.

I had it bad. The only relief was fucking this chick 'til she screamed even louder than the time before.

“Damn!” Sally groaned. “You don't get to tease me like this, Travis.”

I thrust my cock over her clit again, toying with her entrance, grabbing her wrists with both hands. “Keep using my real name like that and I will.”

Her eyelids drooped again while I thrust harder. Then she pushed back at my dick, so hard and good and unexpected I saw red stars. The hell with this dry humping shit.

“Fucking shit. Get on top of this cock and ride, babe. You've made your point. We'll both leave a damned crater in this room if we don't fuck.
Now.
”

I dropped the grip on her wrists, placing my hands on her ass, tugging her forward. She shifted, drawing her slick pussy away from my cock.

What the hell?

“Not until you tell me why they call you Roman. You've never explained it. Is it the way you fuck?” She smiled, curious and teasing at once.

Was she goddamned serious? Sally expected me to tell her about my road name while our lust threatened to burn this bed to cinders?

“Because I'll crucify any asshole who gets in my way. I've done it, and I'll do it again,” I growled, yanking her against me harder, squeezing my cock against her cunt so she couldn't wrestle away. “That includes you, babe, if you don't drop the Q and A and take me deep now. I'm doing you a favor. Your clit wants friction, Sally – not some gory fucking details about how I nailed some fuckers arms and legs to the nearest post and watched 'em bleed out in front of me and the guys.”

Her lips quivered. Fear flashed in her eyes, but her skin got a couple degrees hotter. Okay, I liked a chick with some freak in her, and Sally was the perfect mix.

I knew what turned her on, and I obliged. She wanted rough? She wanted bad?

Fine. I'd give it to her in spades.

Remembering she was with a bad boy, an outlaw, a fucking
killer
got her hot – at least when she'd swapped her goody farm girl boots for those hot red bitch heels. And if she wanted to fuck Roman the outlaw biker instead of Travis Forker, father and future husband, then I'd let her.

I'd be whatever the hell she wanted to get her cunt exploding on my dick.

I bared my teeth. Reaching up, I grabbed her by the throat, jerking her head close 'til she stared right into my eyes. “Drag your pussy down on this cock. Fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me like you gotta impress me to stay alive, babe. I'm not asking again.”

For a second, she looked at me like I'd lost my goddamned mind. Then, her legs parted, and I felt every slick inch of velvet engulf me.

I pushed deep like I always did. Hard. Didn't fucking stop 'til I felt my balls snug against her ass.

I hissed like I always did when I got my first taste of her pussy on my dick for the night. My hips slammed up to meet hers. Our flesh crashed, and she threw her head back, squirming from the pleasure bomb I unleashed in her belly.

My hand swept around her neck, fisted her hair, and held it while I slapped her ass with my other hand, forcing her to pick up the pace.

The bed creaked like a motherfucker while our hips pounded together. We thrust, quaked, and slammed against each other like maniacs. Her heels caught the sides of my thighs and dug in.

It only made me fuck her faster.

She scratched my chest, clawing at the bear, probably drawing blood outta the GRIZZLIES MC, CALIFORNIA rocker around it. I grabbed her ass with both hands and jerked her up and down on my cock.

Faster, faster, faster – I'd go so rough she turned into fucking splinters on top of me. I rattled her bones hard enough to hurt, and she loved it.

A few more strokes, and her pussy convulsed, sucking me deep as her fingernails lost their tension.

Her blonde hair whipped back and her sweaty face tensed. She came beautiful, belting out curses that gave me a good run every time her body spasmed. I couldn't hold the fuck back.

I slammed into her harder, letting my hands do all the work, pounding her hips into mine and bringing it home.

“Fuck! Take it deep, baby girl. Take every goddamned drop of my come. I want you
full
of me.”

She whimpered, begging for it, just like I'd trained her. Sally's greedy cunt sucked me hard when my cock swelled and burst, drawing out every thick rope I shot from my tip.

We lost ourselves in the hot, wet heat. Nothing else mattered in this paradise, this glorious friction fusing our bodies and syncing our heartbeats. I could've mounted this woman forever and pumped my fire inside her, if nature would've allowed it.

Instead, I did the next best thing.

Soon as she stopped thrashing and stabbing me with those heels, I drew outta her, reawakened her from her sex coma with a kiss, and slowly turned her over.

My cock barely needed a moment's rest with this girl. Maybe I'd overload and blow the fuck up someday. Maybe I'd fuck so hard I gave myself a stroke.

Whatever, at least I'd have good reason to get
he died fucking happy
etched on my tombstone.

She panted as I spread her legs apart and slid into her, feeling my slick seed mixed with her cream, running down her thighs.

“Again?” she whimpered. “God, you're crazy.”

“Keep fucking me, babe, and you'll be too. I'm an animal when your naked skin's against mine.”

“You say that now,” she moaned, arching her back as I did a full thrust. “What about next month? Next year? Will we still fuck so much then?”

I threw my head back and laughed. Then I answered her by slamming in so hard her tits bounced, feeling my balls touch her clit, holding it there against her womb. The friction almost murdered her.

“You think I'll get tired of emptying my balls inside you? You gotta be shitting me. You
really
believe that? Come on, babe. I know you're not stupid.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing except another shrill moan came out. I reached for her hair, yanked her close, and brought my mouth down to her ear.

“Let's make this crystal-fucking-clear, in case it already isn't. I
own
you, Sally. I
need
you. You're the only chick on this planet I ever wanted to put my brand on. You're the only woman I'll kill for, die for, bury my dick inside 'til the day I die. You're the only one who's given me a son, and you're gonna give me a whole lot more before I lay off pounding your cunt seven days a week.”

She whimpered, and her cheeks flushed hot against my stubble. I made shallow strokes inside her, making her feel every inch of me, stroking myself all over her walls.