One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

by One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

  He moved his hand away from her neck and gripped her upper arms. His nails were curving into claws, and he curled them gently into her flesh. He didn’t break the skin, but the gasp that came from her told him she knew the threat was there. He started to grind his dick into the softness of her belly. He grunted and groaned against her neck, pressed his erection harder into her, and knew that he wasn’t about to do any fucking foreplay. Sliding his hands down to her ass and gripping the big, spongy mounds, he lifted her up easily and turned to stride toward the butcher block. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Holding her weight up with one forearm under her ass, he used his other arm to push off the bullshit that was on the block. It wasn’t very big, but it was big enough for what he was going to do to her.

  Diesel set her ass on the slab of wood, speared his hands through her hair, and tightened his fingers around the strands. He yanked her head back, and she gasped from what he knew was a sliver of pain. But he could see her eyes glossy from her arousal, knew that she liked it a little rough from the blush on her cheeks and her increased heart rate, and he smelled the sweet and musky wetness of her pussy. “You know what I want to do, Maggie?” It was a rhetorical question, and he didn’t give her a chance to respond anyway. “I want to get you naked, push you back, spread your legs, and feast on your cunt until you come all over my face.” Her eyes were big, her pupils dilated, and he knew that it wouldn’t take her much at all to have her getting off. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Maggie?”

  She panted, licked her plump lips, and nodded.

  “Yeah, you and I both would like that, but I don’t have the willpower to do any foreplay, baby. I need to be balls deep inside of you before I come in my jeans like some kind of fucking teenager.” He stared right into her grey eyes and saw her reach for her top. Diesel grabbed her hand, stopping her, and making a low sounding his throat. “We do this my way, Maggie.” If she wanted him, then she’d have him the way he wanted her to have him. He was an alpha male all the way, needed that control that only a female could give, and he wanted her to acknowledge that she wanted that, too.

  “I want it your way, Diesel.” She slipped her hand out from under his and rested both of hers behind her back on the slab of wood. The she just stared at him, kept her body still, and waited for him to devour her, and that was exactly what he was going to do.

  In a move that was fast, impatient, and right to the fucking point, he gripped her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her huge, natural tits bounced free from his forceful action. Diesel’s mouth went dry at the sight of her rose colored nipples hardening right before his eyes. “Christ, Maggie.” He had to touch them, and so that was exactly what he did. Diesel reached out, grabbed those huge mounds, and curled his fingers around the soft flesh. They spilled out from around his hand. He was used to the club whores and either their big fake tits, or the ones that were rail thin and had nothing in the chest department. But Maggie was all natural, and so were her breasts. His mouth watered, and he leaned in to sample her flesh. She tasted sweet, and he ran his tongue along one hardened nipple. She moaned and thrust her chest forward more. Looking up with only his eyes he saw the look of ecstasy wash over her face. Good, his female was responsive to him.

  No, she isn’t your anything. She is here so you both can get off, and then you’ll go your separate ways.

  For the next several seconds Diesel sucked and licked at her nipples, alternating between the two until she kept pressing her thighs together as if to ease an ache. He pulled away, and the wet suction of his mouth on her breast caused a popping sound to fill the space around them. He forced himself to take a step back, because if he didn’t he could have sucked on her tits all night long, and what he desperately needed was to bottom out inside of her. He took hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The way she looked at him, all drugged-up, had his cock jerking against his fly. He went for his belt and quickly removed it. Then he was undoing his button, zipping his fly down, and getting out of the restricting material. Diesel was free balling it tonight, and he grabbed the root of his dick as soon as it sprang forward. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his size. He wasn’t cocky by any means, but he also knew his dick was big, and she’d be feeling the aftereffects of him using it on her tomorrow when she went to sit down.

  “Oh, God.”

  He smirked, but it wasn’t filled with amusement. She would be saying a lot harsher things than that by the time he was deep inside of her. She started to quickly get out of her pants and shoes, which took a little effort seeing as she was on the butcher blocker still. With her legs hanging over the edge of the block he could only see the slit of her pussy that disappeared between her legs. The small thatch of trimmed, dark pubic hair was at the top of her mound, and a gritty image of his cum all over that hair slammed into his mind. He started to stroke himself harder, faster.

  “Spread your thighs and let me see the cunt that I’m going to be fucking.”

  Her chest rose and fell. He watched as her belly hollowed out from the force of her breathing. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the edge of the butcher block, and so slowly he could have roared out in frustration, parted those thick, creamy thighs. When he saw her pussy for the first time, all glossy and pink, swollen and primed for him, a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip of his dick. His balls pulled up close to his body, and all he could think about was taking her right there. And as much as he wanted to taste her, wanted to have all those juices covering his mouth and sliding down his throat, he needed her too badly. Stepping close to her he got a concentrated scent of her pussy juices. He looked down, saw the way her cunt lips spread open, showing him her inner labia, and a guttural sound left him. But when he slowly drew his eyes up her body, over all those luscious curves she had, along her heaving chest, and back to her face, it was to see this carnal and animalistic need reflected back at him. His bear recognized something in that expression, and it pushed forward, tried to shift and take what was his, but even though he was allowing his bear a small amount of room to experience this, too, Diesel wasn’t about to let him have full control.

  “I want you. God, Diesel, I want you.”

  Her words snapped something inside of him, and he reached out and wrapped a hand around her hip, yanked her forward, and claimed her mouth. He fucked her between the lips with his tongue, fantasized that he was doing the same between her legs, and knew it was only a matter of minutes before he really lost fucking control and had her. She had her hands buried in his hair, and she tugged on the strands until the tie at his nape came undone. He didn’t think she realized the little mewls she made. He broke away, trailed his lips down her jaw and to her neck, and scraped his incisors over her flesh. A gasp left her, and he knew he hurt her, but she didn’t push him away. In fact she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed her heels into the small of his back, and pulled him closer. She scored his back with her nails until he hissed against her neck, but fucking hell the pain felt good.

  “I want you so fucking badly, baby.” He moved back up her neck and took possession of her mouth. “Give yourself to me.”

  “Yes.” That one word was murmured against his mouth, and she surprised the hell out of him by reaching between their bodies and stroking his dick from root to tip.

  Gritting his teeth through the exquisite pleasure she caused within him, he pulled back and looked down to watch what she was doing. His dick was so close to her pussy, and if he just pushed his hips forward an inch he could easily slide right into her body. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he easily lifted her, and although it caused her hand to fall away from his dick it brought her chest right up against his. Diesel turned, but she pressed her mouth to his, momentarily stunning him and having him stumble forward. He slammed into the wall, and the cold of the wood seeped into the bare flesh of his back. Turning around so Maggie was the one now pressed against the wall, he hissed out when she
tugged on his hair especially hard.

  “I’m the one in fucking control.” He growled out the words, but she was too far gone in her lust to fully understand. That much was clear on her face and from the scent his bear picked up from her. She was his, all of her, and there was no stopping this. The sight of her looking so deliciously disheveled and the scent of her cream covering her pussy, had his bear pushing forward that last inch, breaking to the surface, and roaring out in triumph over the fact. He was still in his human form aside from his claws and incisors, but it was his inner animal that was taking control. Without thinking, and just reacting on the need to feel her clench around him, Diesel reached between their bodies, took his dick and lined it up with her hole. She didn’t stop him, didn’t protest, and instead moaned out for more. She was just as high off of this as he was, but he wasn’t a human thinking rationally now. He was an animal needing to fuck this female so thoroughly that there wasn’t any part of her that wasn’t marked by him.

  He thrust forward an inch, felt her pussy opening give way for the thick crown of his dick, and then shoved every single fucking inch of himself into her. He let his head fall back on his neck, closed his eyes, and tensed at the tight, hot, and wet feel of her cunt clenching at him in rhythmic spasms. The sound she made was almost inhuman in nature, and she thrashed her head back and forth. He felt like he was wild inside, like he couldn’t get a grasp on what was happening. He pulled back, and as if his body had a mind of its own his hips jerked forward again, and he was shoved all the way back inside of her. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned back so he could look down at where his body met hers. Her pussy looked small, felt tight, and was stretched so far around his cock-head that his entire body shook from the sight alone.

  “Look at that pussy all stretched around my shit.” He had to force the words out. “And that’s my pussy taking all of my dick, Maggie.” He didn’t look at her face, just kept his focus on the small part of his cock that he was currently pushing into her. His voice was guttural and deep from his bear taking control, and he heard the tinge of warning laced in his voice. The warning may not be evident to her, but it was there, telling her without actually saying the words that he was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted, and he had no problem fucking people up to make that known.

  “You’re so big. God, so big, Diesel.”

  He wouldn’t last long once he started thrusting in and out of her, but he also wasn’t a onetime comer. He sure as fuck planned on having her in every way possible tonight until she screamed his name and begged him for more.

  Chapter Six

  Maggie knew she should be worried about something. It was a prickling in the back of her head, but with every thrust and retreat that Diesel made that uneasiness got pushed deeper and deeper into her mind until she just didn’t care. He was so hard, so thick and long that she felt like she would split in two. Every time he pushed back into her that painful pressure increased and then broke into a million different sensations of pleasure. He felt hot inside of her, like she was burning from the inside out. With every pump into her she was forced harder against the natural wood wall. It might have been smooth. But it hurt like a bitch, and that pain mixed with the engrossing pleasure that was slowly climbing until it would combust into one huge explosion, which was quickly approaching. She could barely see clearly from the fog of desire that was a wall around her, but she looked into Diesel’s face and saw the intensity in which he stared at her body. It was a look that screamed he was in bear mode, that right now she was letting an animal fuck her even if he was in human form. That realization had her orgasm claiming her so hard she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. Her skull slammed against the wall, but there was no pain, only the bone shattering ecstasy that started at her toes and moved through every part of her body. Her pussy clenched over and over again around his plunging erection, and then he was gripping her waist so tight she knew there would be bruises. But Maggie wanted Diesel’s marks on her, wanted to be able to look at herself in the mirror and know that this moment really did happen.

  He buried his face in her neck, and the sound of him inhaling deeply had her mouth parting and another smaller climax cresting inside of her. His shaking body caused hers to do the same, and the root of his cock pressed against her clit every time he pushed forward. But then he was cursing foul, filthy words against her throat and picking up speed.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight, so wet and hot that I am going to come so damn hard.” He slammed into her especially hard, and a low sound of desire left her.

  She was so sensitive between her legs, but it felt too good to tell him to stop.

  “I’m going to mark you, claim you, fill you with my cum until you smell just like me.” He didn’t sound human, and the rough growl in his voice, the way his claws dug into her waist, and the feel of his thickening even further inside of her was evident that he was in shifter mode. “Your pussy will be so fucking sore when I’m done with you.” He pulled her hips down with his hold at the same time he thrust up. “But I won’t stop there. I’m going to spank your ass hard enough that your flesh turns a pretty shade of red, and then I’m going to spread your cheeks and eat out your asshole until you come again and are thrusting back against my mouth for more.”

  And just like that she came again. Getting off just once during intercourse was hard enough, but this male had accomplished three of them in less than twenty minutes. His groans mixed with hers, and she felt the gush of warm liquid slipping from between her thighs, and knew it wasn’t just her arousal. He had come, yet he was still so hard inside of her and still pumping away like he hadn’t just gotten off.

  She sagged against him, sucking in a great lungful of air, and feeling dizzy from the endorphins rushing through her veins. He turned and started walking, but with her eyes closed and this heavy, pleasurable sedation covering her, she didn’t bother opening her eyes and seeing where he was going. But it was only seconds later and he had her on her belly atop his bed. Every part of her body was numb, but in a very good way, and it didn’t take her long to realize that Diesel wasn’t nearly finished with her yet. He lifted her ass up until she was forced to get on her knees, but with her upper body still flat on the mattress her lower half was popped out obscenely.

  “Fucking hell, baby, look at this ass.” He took hold of her cheeks and squeezed them until pain lanced through her flesh. Over and over he did this, and then he was slapping her ass cheeks with his open palms. His spanks were intricately placed, never landing in the same spot twice, and causing these little tweaks of heat to spear to her core. “You should see what I see, baby.” He spread her cheeks, and the cool air smoothed along her back hole. “You’re so fucking open and wet for me.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue over her anus.

  She snapped her eyes open. Never had a man done anything remotely taboo like this, and gauging by her past sexual experience this was taboo all the way. She opened her mouth to say something, to say anything that could make sense of what was happening, but he started fucking her in the ass with his tongue like he had with his cock in her pussy. But it was when he started rubbing her clit back and forth with his finger while he thrust his tongue in and out of her bottom that she came one more time.

  She collapsed on the bed, panting, her stomach cramped, and her head feeling woozy. She was flipped over roughly, her breasts shaking from side to side from the force, and she watched in arousal and surprise as Diesel moved between her thighs and started jerking himself off. He moved his palm over his dick faster and faster until his neck tendons strained, his muscles contracted, and he came all over her lower belly and mound. His hot cum came out in great white arcs, covering her flesh and the small thatch of pubic hair at the top of her pussy. The sight shouldn’t have been hot, but it was. When he was done he sagged forward, bracing one hand beside her head and breathing out just as hard as she was. But after the post-euphoric buzz faded and reality set in, she realized they had made a very, very bad mistake
. He lifted his head, maybe sensing the change in her, because Maggie sure as hell felt different all of a sudden. Her eyes felt huge, and she shook her head in shock at herself and the very irresponsible thing she had allowed to happen.

  “We didn’t use a condom.” She pushed at his chest, feeling pissed at herself and annoyed that she had let this irrational desire for Diesel cloud her better judgment. She was on the pill to regulate her periods, but that wasn’t one hundred percent foolproof either. Scrubbing her hand over her face she couldn’t believe she had been so stupid. “I’m on the pill, but having sex without protection—more than just birth control pills—was so stupid, Diesel.” She was at least thankful that she still had one more month of her pills left. With losing her job and not having insurance anymore through her employer, birth control pills were not an extra expense she could afford. If they had had sex next week when she would have been done with them, well, that wasn’t even something she wanted to think about. He didn’t say anything for several seconds, and she glanced over at him. He was staring at the mattress with this hard expression on his face.

  “Yeah, it was fucked up to not use a condom.” He stood and started pacing, and although she shouldn’t be staring at the glory that was his hard naked body, the way his now flaccid cock was still a very impressive size, it was hard not to admire his form. The tattoo that covered one of his hard, defined pecs was the small design of the patch that covered the back of his cut. The sight of the darkened motorcycle over those claw marks, and the way the words “Grizzly” and “Colorado” lined the top and bottom part of that design, was so detailed and intricate that it was frightening as well as beautiful. But a man that wore a tattoo like that, a brand of his affiliations, meant he was dangerous. And she had just let him fuck her.