Outlaw Kind of Love

by Nicole Snow

  Oh, God. Please don't let my looks fail me now...

  I tensed as he undressed me, guiding me down on the bed as soon as my shirt was off. Jack covered me, finding his place between my legs, planting more fiery kisses on my skin.

  He started on my neck, flicking out his tongue for an extra tease, pushing his lips in a steady trail to my cleavage. When he reached the place between my breasts, he cupped them in both hands, pulling gently at the bra and sucking hot skin between his teeth.

  I arched up into him, groaning like a cat in heat. Just then, I absolutely was, and I wanted him to finish what he'd started – even if it meant I was going to burn until I blacked out.

  “Grab my shoulders and pull yourself up, baby. Time to show me those beautiful tits.”

  I did as he asked. He slid his hands behind my back and popped my bra's clasp.

  How many times had he done this? There was no hesitation, no fumbling like a younger boy would.

  That made me burn even hotter, realizing I was with a man who had experience and real need behind his desire.

  Jack flung my bra over his shoulders and released the breath he'd been holding in, bathing me in hot air again. “Oh, fuck. You're more perfect than I imagined.”

  His hands roamed over my breasts. He caught my nipples between his thumbs and fingertips, squeezing them, plumping the hard buds for his mouth.

  I started shaking when I saw his lips going to my right breast. The same wicked mouth that made me burn with his kisses sent more fire quaking through me when he sucked at my nipple.

  “Jack! That feels...”

  Fucking amazing, I wanted to say, but I was too deep in pleasure to finish my thought.

  Lightning zipped up my spine. I'd never, ever felt anything like it, not in the naughtiest fantasies I'd had at Dad's house.

  Probably because I never imagined a lover this hard, tattooed, and immaculate.

  Jack rolled forward, pushing his bulge to my crotch. He rubbed me there, pushing me deeper into the bed, holding my nipple between his teeth and flicking his tongue across it again and again.

  God! How embarrassing would it be if I came just from having him suck me like this?

  I tried to keep the moaning, the shaking, the creaming under control. It was no use.

  Sweat peppered every little corner of my body. My panties were ruined, and he hadn't even gotten my pants off yet.

  Jack moved to my other nipple, working it over with the same wild energy as before. My body was learning, but it hadn't hardened to his touch. I gasped and moaned and shifted my hips all over again, flushing when I realized I was dry humping him.

  Fuck! That's instinct taking over. Severing what little control I have left...

  Something about that evil realization was wonderful.

  My flesh was absolutely crawling by the time he finished teasing my breasts.

  Jack tugged at my belt. I looked up, locking eyes with him, lifting my legs over his back as he tugged my jeans away.

  Nothing between him now but those sopping wet panties. His eyes dropped, staring at the wet spot in the middle.

  He bared his teeth. The beast behind all that tattooed muscle inhaled my scent, devoured my presence, totally driven to take me hard.

  I shuddered. His fingers slipped beneath my waistband. He had a good grip and he pulled, tearing them down my legs. They hooked around one ankle and he balled them up, throwing them somewhere far away.

  “Lift your legs, baby girl. Yeah, just like that. Keep 'em over my shoulders. You think you've felt what my tongue can do, but you've got no fucking clue...”

  Nothing prepared me for the kisses on my thighs. His arms locked on my calves and held me on his shoulders, kissing his way forward, totally relentless.

  I whimpered and felt my face turn scarlet. Oral sex filled me with a mad self-conscious heat, but nothing about the way he buried his face there said he was disgusted.

  Quite the opposite.

  Jack threw himself into me, right between my legs, sliding his tongue up my wet folds. He growled, sending a sharp vibration through my flesh.

  The raw hunger turned me on even more, but it was no match for feeling his lips, his tongue, his teeth in my most sensitive place. His tongue shot out, fucking in and out my shallow opening, then glided up through my folds.

  Holy, holy, holy fuck! I can't...take...anymore!

  My brain was an oozing, overheated mess. His licks slowed, prolonging the delicious agony, making a slow and steady crawl to my clit.

  I knew he was close. I started to pant like crazy. None of the oxygen I took in was satisfying my lungs, and my body knew there was just one cure.

  “Oh, God! Jack, I –“

  I fucking gave it up the instant his tongue flicked against my clit. One little tap became a full on smothering, wiggling lick.

  Orgasm punched me above the waist. My womb contracted, convulsed, imploded on itself, shooting pinprick needles up my spine and into my head.

  Screaming, I rocked against him, clawing at the sheets beneath me. My toes pinched against his tattoos, bent at an angle so unnatural it should've been torture.

  Maybe this whole fucking thing was some depraved torment. But if it was, then it was the best pain I'd ever experienced in my life, the pain of becoming a grown woman and a barbarian's lover.

  I came hard. Spasm after spasm wracked my whole body, pulling me deep into a special kind of darkness.

  It was peaceful, warm, and alive with love. The kind of place where nothing could ever go wrong.

  “Can't get enough of your sweet taste, baby girl,” he said.

  It sounded like his voice was a million miles away. I cracked my eyes open, wondering how long I'd been knocked out in post-orgasmic bliss.

  “Luck for you I've got other appetites. Come on, Rach.” He pulled me up by the hand, until I joined him on my knees. “I want to see your little mouth wrapped around my cock.”

  Wet heat flared between my thighs all over again. He held me gently, pushed out his hips, and I looked at the massive bulge in his jeans.

  “Do it.” He looked at me, then straight down, and nodded. “I'll help you.”

  My hands were shaking as I reached for his zipper. God, I'd never seen a real penis before in the flesh, and Jack's promised to be overwhelming.

  It was a strange pleasure undoing someone else's clothing. When his button and zipper were finished, I pushed his jeans down, exposing the sleek black boxers underneath.

  Jack moved his hands down his hips. The boxers snapped down, and a great big cock popped out, hard and throbbing for attention.

  “Put your pretty face here and suck. Just like you're tasting the sweetest sucker in the world.” His hand went behind my sinking head, guiding me to the tip.

  I opened my lips wide and sampled his swollen head. It seemed as good a place as any to start. He tasted salty, warm, but mostly just hot, hot, hot.

  I tried to go low, as far as I could. Actually, it wasn't very far at all, but on the way back up my tongue caught the ridges on his underside.

  He stiffened, releasing a raspy growl. I pushed my tongue deeper in his flesh, following the groove around his crown.

  “Ah, fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck! Do more, baby girl, a whole lot more. You're so fucking warm and tight. Every lick's getting me ready to slide inside you...”

  Thinking about him taking my virginity put an extra spring in my tongue. I licked harder, deeper, bobbing my head and loosening my jaw to take more of him.

  One hand cupped his balls, gingerly touching the soft sack. I imagined the potent sap churning inside and moaned.

  Around and around and around I sucked, tongued, and swirled.

  Jack grunted, fisting my hair. He started to thrust slowly into my mouth, controlling how much of him I took, just when I was afraid I'd screw up and choke.

  Every time I heard him sigh, a new tingle ran through me, heightening the current in my blood. His pleasure became sharper, and I wondered if he was about t
o blow.

  “That's good, Rach. Really fucking good.” He tugged me by the hair, gently moving my head off his cock.

  Why did he make me stop?

  “Get underneath me and spread your legs, little virgin. Now that you've got me all warmed up, it's time to fucking claim you just like I've been wanting to.”

  I had to fight to shift into position. It felt like my arms and legs had become stone beneath his ferocious gaze.

  “You ready to have me shoved up inside you?” His whisper poured into my ear, hot and energetic.

  “Fuck! Yes!” I hissed the words, blushing as the F-bomb slipped out. His cock pressed against the thin landing strip above my slit, teasing away the last remnants of my sanity.

  “Do it, Jack. Take me. I want this so, so bad.”

  He nipped at my neck and then pulled away. I watched him bend beneath the bed, quickly gathering his jeans. When he returned, he had a condom packet in hand.

  His strong fingers tore at the foil and lifted out the rubbery sheath. I appreciated his calmer head, especially when I'd been all ready to take him inside me bare without a second thought.

  Lust did frightening things. I wondered what it would be like when I finally fucked him.

  Jack rolled the condom onto his length and tugged it snug around him. Even cloaked in dark latex, his length still looked damned sexy, poised to burrow into soft flesh like mine and fuck deep.

  His hips moved against mine. He planted his big hands next to my head, leaning down to me, touching his cock to my aching core.

  This time was different. This time, he wouldn't stop, even if I begged.

  This man promised to turn into a machine, an animal, as soon as he got inside me, and there was no off switch, no taming him. Not unless I was completely ravaged, leaving us both slick and exhausted and spent.

  Jack bared his teeth, releasing a pent up growl as he shoved forward. My eyes and lips popped wide open at the same time, electrified by the sensation of his thick cock splitting me open.

  His length tunneled in through my slickness, deep and filling. Something weak tore at my entrance. It didn't burn as bad as I expected.

  Rather, all the discomfort was coming from his size. He tore into me, forcing my body to adapt to his hard thickness. My flesh was learning to match his, to grow wetter and softer and become completely open to him.

  Jack slid low, until I felt his balls mashed against my ass. He held himself there for a moment, lowering his torso, blowing hot air across to my lips until I was completely smothered in every beautiful inch of him.

  “I could make love slow and sweet, but neither of us want that right now,” he whispered. “I'm going to show you how to satisfy a man. Same way you set yourself on fire. Pay attention, baby girl, this is how you really fuck.”

  His cock jerked back up and then slammed into me, harder and faster. My whole body shook. I whined loudly, instinctively wrapping my arms and legs around his muscular body.

  Somehow, I knew this was going to be one wild ride, and I'd be better hold on for dear life.

  He'd given me a minute to ease into it. But I understood, he couldn't keep the beast chained up forever. Now that demon was out, rampaging into me, slamming his hips into mine again and again with a savage tempo I was beginning to love.

  “Yes! Yes, yes, yes,” I sputtered. “Use me rough. Teach me every dirty thing you know. Please, Jack.”

  He grunted a reply. His face stretched, exposing his surprise. He was shocked at what a little whore I'd become wriggling beneath him. So was I.

  I guess too many years of holding it in had ruined me. With this perfect man between my legs, I wanted to let it all out. I needed to unleash my beast and let it frolic with his.

  Every thrust took away a little more of the initial pain. The fire shifted, becoming mostly pleasure, and it let me drive my hips up to meet his thrusts.

  My small cunt sucked and swallowed his fullness. Our flesh slapped together, steady music punctured only by the shrill whimpers leaving my lips.

  Holy, holy fuck. I knew it would be good, but I never imagined this, never anything this intense.

  And the intensity was only growing. That fireball that always came before orgasm kept getting bigger and bigger near my womb, braising all the muscles around it.

  It was like my whole body was being stretched the longer he fucked me.

  His thrusts came quicker. Jack hammered all the way to my womb, making me massage every rock hard inch of him. He grunted with satisfaction when he slammed into me, seeing the aftershocks moving my breasts.

  “Come on this cock, little angel. Come hard and free like a woman now. Let it the fuck out!” His eyes rolled in his head, bleary with obscene passion.

  The words just amplified his thrusts. They kicked me over the ledge, releasing the heatwave in my belly to go nova.

  I came. Hard and fast and lightning hot, everything imploded, sucking hard at his length as he kept fucking through the wet velvet constricting around his cock.

  I pinched my arms and legs around him before ecstasy blacked me out. He pounded my soft body up and down into the mattress, smashing my breasts into his powerful chest.

  Old springs creaked beneath us, but they were no match for the wild screams echoing through the room.

  Halfway through coming, Jack reached to my hips and cupped them in his fiery hands. He held me even tighter, pulling my ass up to him, forcing me to really feel every wonderful twitch of his cock.

  Without warning, he added an extra swivel to his hips each time he thrust deep. My clit ground on him, sending new lightning streaking through my nerves.

  This man, this master, prolonged my climax. I literally believed it might last forever before the tsunami inside me waned to softer waves, leaving me sore and breathless.

  I realized he was fucking me faster than before as ecstasy released me from its grip.

  Men weren't supposed to last this long, were they? Would I be able to keep up with his insane stamina?

  Jack showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, he was getting hotter, more frantic.

  He released my ass, pummeling me into the mattress again. His breathing hitched, and I had a feeling he wanted to blow, but he was holding back, enjoying erasing every last trace of my virginity.

  “You want me to come, don't you, baby girl? You're so fucking tight, so good, I just might do that.” His voice was tense. Strained.

  “Yes.” He'd read my mind. “Show me what it's like, Teach. Let go and give me your beautiful come.”

  I teased him with my words. Hell, I teased myself.

  For a split second, I forgot he was wrapped up in that condom. Something deep and primal inside me ached to feel his come shooting up my womb.

  Someday.

  His hips shifted again. I gripped him tighter, locking my arms and legs around his muscular bulk. My ankles sank into his sides so hard they hurt.

  Pleasure began ripping through me again at an alarming rate. He raised his pitch, his pressure. Neither one of us was going to last like this.

  We were heading straight for meltdown, and it was fucking incredible.

  “Kiss me goodbye, Rach. One last sweet little kiss before I –“

  I nipped at his mouth. His lips smothered mine, pushing them back in their place. Adding teeth and tongue, he devoured, filling me at both ends with wicked desire.

  I started panting as he broke the kiss. I couldn't move anymore, couldn't breathe. All I could do was hold on tight as he spiked deep one last time, planting his cock against my womb.

  Feral notes ripped out of his mouth. Jack's head snapped back and his face contorted into a mask of pure pleasure.

  His cock swelled inside me. I instantly came when he exploded through that latex.

  Pumping, grunting, grinding, we came together. We shared our hearts, our souls, our bodies. In that beautiful moment, nothing – absolutely nothing – was held back.

  Orgasm pulverized the walls between us, baring our hearts wi
th such a wild openness it scared me.

  I wanted to laugh and cry and hold him simultaneously. But all I could really do with his cock jerking inside me was clench with all my might, taking his explosion, sharing him like I'd never shared another human being.

  I think I blacked out again when the heat became too much.

  Next thing I knew, Jack's face was back to normal. He gingerly kissed the sweat and tears away from my face, rocking me against his powerful body. He stayed rooted in me, a little softer than before, pushing one hand through my tangled hair.

  “How'd you like being claimed, baby girl? There's no going back after this.”

  “No?” My words sounded like they were a million miles away.

  “No fucking way. This hair, this soft skin, this pretty little ass,” he moved his free hand to one buttock and squeezed. I moaned. “It's mine. All mine, baby, and I'll keep leaving my mark on every inch so you never forget it.”

  Fuck. I'm game for anything with you.

  I didn't tell him that, but I knew my body betrayed me. I was already getting hot and wet just thinking about how bad he wanted me.

  I sighed with sweet relief and more than a little regret when he pulled out. Jack tossed the used condom into the waste bin across the room and cradled me tight.

  We kissed softly and made small talk.

  Perfection upon perfection. I hooked my chin into his shoulder and moved my face against his, loving the way his long stubble scratched at my skin.

  Before Dad threw me into this world, he'd raised me to be his little Princess. I was supposed to go away and marry some snot nosed shit who'd give our family's political connections a leg up.

  Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined I'd end up an old lady to an outlaw on wheels.

  But the years of fantasy were over the instant Jack Shields took my virginity and stole my heart. He carried me to a different kind of world, dark and rough around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless.

  And no matter how sharp, how black, it was the one that was right for me because he was in it.

  “Kiss me again, Jack. Just to remind me I'm not dreaming.”

  He lifted his smiling face to mine and gave me what we both wanted. When he pulled back, he held himself close, running his lips over mine a second time.