Owned by the Outlaw (16 page)

Chapter Ten

Molly paced the motel room. She was angry, nervous,
and overall felt off balanced. Malice had picked Dakota up over an hour ago,
and although he looked freshly showered, and still sporting his “war wounds” from
earlier in the day, she could also see fresh ones on his face. He had been
fighting, and although he didn’t tell her what had happened, she had a feeling it
involved Stinger. Thinking of that bear shifting biker had Molly looking at the
clock that hung on the faded wall. He had sent
her a
simple, straight to the point text saying he would be here at nine. The rain
had started up twenty minutes ago and had increased with every passing second. Nine
o’clock was just a few minutes away, and her heart was thundering a mile a
minute. Howling wind and pelting rain like tiny bullets slammed against the
window of her room. And then she heard it, over the angry weather, that deep,
powerful rumble of a Harley coming closer. It was a sound that had a throbbing taking
place between her thighs, had her nipples instantly hard, and had a fresh flow
of arousal leaving her pussy. This was not a reaction she got when she normally
heard the sound, but knowing it was Stinger that would be right in front of her
in minutes flat, had the very feminine part of her rising up, yet growing soft
at the same time.

The sound of the bike being cut off had the thumping
of her heartbeat in her ears intensifying.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
And then three hard, dominating knocks on the door had her moving forward, not
even realizing she was doing it until she had her hand wrapped around the
handle. When she pulled it open he stood on the other side, rain running down
his hair and face, soaking his cut and shirt, yet making him look even more
masculine. His face was even more bruised and cut than it had been earlier in
the day, and that answered her question about another fight he had with Malice.
Neither spoke for several minutes, and
although he was
standing under the awning, the wind had the rain blowing over him and right
into her.

“You drove in this weather.”She didn’t state it like
a question, because the answer was pretty obvious. Molly tried to sound calm
and even, but her voice was more breathy and excited.

“The rain didn’t start until I was already on the
road.” Stinger took a step inside, and then one more, and Molly was forced to move
back so he could enter. “I could have pulled over and waited it out, but I was
almost here, wanted to see you, and I knew this bastard of a storm would
probably go on for a while.” He kept his eyes trained on her the entire time,
even when he closed the door behind them, and shut out the nasty weather.

“You got into another fight.” She stated it full on,
because she wasn’t going to play dumb and act like she didn’t know exactly what
had happened.

“I did.” He removed his cut, set it on the chair off
to the side, but still he kept his gaze trained on her.

“With Malice.”

He stilled and looked at her.
“Yeah,
with Malice.”

She had known, of course, but there was no apology
in his voice. “Are things smoothed out between you two now? You get all that
He-Man bullshit out?” She didn’t want any animosity between them, and although
she wasn’t stupid enough to think they would be friends or anything like that,
she also didn’t want them brawling every time they were a foot from each other.

“As good as things could be, I suppose.” He
shrugged. “In fact, I don’t think he’ll be bothering us again.”

Her heart slammed hard in her chest. “What the hell
does that mean?”

He shook his head slowly.
“Nothing
bad, baby.
He just realized that you’re happy, and that he needs to back
the fuck off where you and I are concerned. You are not his old lady anymore,
and he understands that.”

All of this was news to her since Malice hadn’t said
anything, but then again Dakota had been right there, and she knew Malice
didn’t like her son seeing anything that could turn negative.

He grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over
his head. His hard, muscular and tatted up body was still a work of art, even
if he had bruises and cuts lining his colorful flesh. Without saying anything
else he went for the button of his jeans, undid it, and then slid the zipper
down. He wasn’t wearing anything under the denim, and when he pushed the soaked
material down his legs, showed her that he was already hard for her, all of the
air left her lungs.

“I thought we could talk.” She swallowed the lump
that had suddenly formed in her throat. That might have been a small portion of
what she wanted to do with him tonight, but she also wanted to feel the
hardness of his body over hers, controlling her so she didn’t have to think, and
instead just feel what was happening to her.

“We can, while I have my cock inside of you.” His
voice was a low drawl, lazy almost. He took another step forward.

They did this dance of steps until Molly found
herself trapped between Stinger and the wall. She hadn’t even realized he had
been steering her to where he wanted her to go until it was too late. He
reached out, took hold of the t-shirt she wore at the collar, and in one
powerful move tore it in two right down the center. A gasp left her, not from
being afraid, but because of the way Stinger looked at her. He watched her like
a predator watched his prey, and like a man very possessive and territorial of
something he already deemed his. He made this whole situation feel so untamed
and … brutal. He did the same with the cotton shorts and panties she wore, and
soon she stood before him just as naked as he was. Where he was hard, big, and
toned, she was short and soft, pudgy in places that society thought should be
flat and firm. But watching Stinger take a step back, feeling him take her
hands in his and hold them out to her side, didn’t make her feel
self-conscious. And when he ran his gaze up and down her body, she felt nothing
but gorgeous in his presence.
 

“These are mine.” He slid his hands down the length
of his arms and covered her breasts with his big hands. She let her head fall
back on the wall, and the
thunk
from her skull hitting the plaster wasn’t nearly as
loud as their combined breathing. “This is mine.” He moved his hands up to her
face and traced her lips. Stinger leaned in so their breath mingled as one.
“And I just want to make sure that you know, without a fucking doubt, that this
is mine.” He proceeded to move his hands down her breasts again, over her
rounded belly, along her wide hips, and then stilled on her outer thighs. For a
second all he did was hold her like that and stare into her eyes. He wedged his
knee between her legs and pushed hers open, and then he had his hand cupping
her pussy. “I’ve told you this the last time my dick was buried deep inside of
you, but I will keep telling you until there
is
no
doubt in anyone’s mind that it is the absolute-fucking-truth.”

She breathed hard, took in his words, and knew that
what they were about to do was going to be more animalistic than the time
before, or any sexual experience she had ever had. He took a step closer so
their body heat bounced off one another. The bullet-hole scar on his arm seemed
to stand out, and she lifted her hand and ran her finger along the puckered
flesh. “What happened?” Did she didn’t really want to know?

“Club business gone really
wrong.”
He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t
probe.

Moving her finger down his arm, over the lines of
his tattoos, and stopping at his leg, she once again rubbed the pad of her
finger along the second bullet-hole scar. “More club business gone wrong?” She
lifted her gaze and stared at him.

“Yeah.
Same day actually.”
He leaned in, but at the same time
took hold of her hand with his and led it between their bodies.

 
When she felt
the hard, hot length of his cock along the side of her palm, she instinctively
took control. Wrapping her hand around his dick, she slowly moved it up and
down. Stinger was kissing her, taking control back, and the low vibrations that
seemed to come from his chest—from his bear—moved through her entire body. But
for as much as Stinger was the dominant one, she wanted to show him she had
power, too. Breaking the kiss and letting go of his erection, Molly promptly
fell to her knees. His dick was right in front of her face, hard, long, thick,
and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Her mouth watered to taste, and her tongue
swelled to feel that silky flesh move along her taste buds. Without prolonging
the inevitable, she took hold of the root of his shaft and sucked the crown
into her mouth. The salty, musky flavor of Stinger bathed her taste buds, and
she couldn’t help but moan around his length.

Over and over she bobbed her head, sucking as much
as she could into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. She then
retreated only to resume the same motion. Stinger had his hands in her hair,
tugged at the strands until the sting of pain had her eyes watering, and cursed
out dirty words that had her wetness sliding down her inner thigh. The burst of
cum that came from the tip of his cock slid easily down her throat, and she
moaned, wanting more. Stinger started thrusting his hips back and forth, harder
and harder until he was slamming into the back of her throat. She gagged but
didn’t want it to stop. His pleasure was hers, and the profanity he was
gritting out, and the comments on how good she looked with her lips spread wide
over his cock, had her wanting him to come hard and right now. But when she
felt him tense, and knew he would get off any second, he pulled her head away
with his hold on her hair, and tilted her chin back with his finger. Staring at
him for a moment, she saw the way he dipped his gaze to her mouth.

“So red, swollen, and glossy from
sucking on my dick.”
He helped her to stand, and
immediately took her mouth in a hard, unforgiving kiss. Trusting his tongue in
and out of her mouth, she imagined him mimicking that action between her thighs.
“I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, and
then had his hands on her bottom and had her lifted off the ground and in his
arms. They kissed once more, and then she was on her belly in the center of the
bed. Stinger ran his hand down her spine, over the small of her back, and gripped
the mounds of her bottom.

He spread her cheeks a few times, letting the cool
air touch her puckered hole, and then let them go to start the whole process
over again. “You ready for my cock in your ass, Molly?” He growled.

“Yes.
God, yes.”
She had
her forehead resting on the mattress, her eyes closed, and her nails dug into
the sheets.

He didn’t respond, just moved away from her for a
few seconds. She heard clothing rustling, but before she could open her eyes
and turn to see what he was doing Stinger was back to her, and had her cheeks
spread once more. At the first touch of something cool and slick along her
anus, she arched her back, and a small sound left her. “Stinger…” His name fell
from her lips on its own, as if her mind had detached from her body and she was
working on pure instinct alone. “You brought your own lube?”

He moved his thumb along her hole, smoothing the
cool liquid around until it turned warm from her body heat. “I came prepared.”

Yes, he did, and she couldn’t be more thankful. A
wrapper being torn open had her looking over her shoulder to see him rolling a
condom down his length. Her blood rushed through her veins, pounding in her
ears and throbbing at the base of her throat. The thick crown of Stinger’s cock
moved along her back hole, and although she wasn’t an anal virgin, the
excitement and hesitation ran wildly inside of her at the same speed.

“Tell me you want me to have you this way.” He
pressed his cock forward, not enough to penetrate her, but enough that the
erotic threat was there. “Tell me that you want me to claim your ass, to be the
only man to ever touch you again.” He pressed forward even harder this time.

“You know I want this.” She was hot, aroused, and so
ready for him. “You know I only want you.” And that was the scariest fucking
thing out of this whole situation, because it was like a train derailed. He
brought his hand down hard on one of her ass cheeks, and she cried out for how
good it felt.

He spanked her again, and again, and once more for
good measure it seemed. He chuckled, but the sound wasn’t at all amusing. “I
know you want this, just as fucking badly as I do.” His voice sounded distorted
and not quite human. “I can smell how wet your cunt is for me, can see the
flush that covers your body from your arousal.” He spanked her once more, and
then moved his hands back to hold onto the cheeks of her ass. Stinger placed
the crown of his dick at her asshole, and then started pushing into her body.

The instant feel of pressure, burning pain, and
being filled by him consumed her. She held onto the sheets as he pushed every
last inch into her ass. If she thought he had filled her up while he fucked her
in the pussy, she hadn’t felt anything yet, because having him back there was a
plethora of sensations. He touched parts of her, nerves that she didn’t even
know existed.