Owned by the Outlaw (8 page)

“It’s good, Stinger.”

A low growl left him, and he moved so he was in
front of her again. Pushing her hands away so he could take hold of her tits,
he kneaded the flesh until she grew like putty in his hands. Her flesh was firm
yet soft, hot and smooth, with hard peaks that had his mouth watering. Stinger
dipped his head and ran his tongue over her left nipple, sucked it in his
mouth, and then did the same to her right. He did this over and over again
until she had her hands buried in his hair and pulled on the strands hard
enough that a hiss left him. “That’s it, baby, pull my hair, make me hurt.” He
wanted her to do a lot more to him than that, and he wanted to do a hell of a
lot more to her. Moving away from her breasts, but taking her mouth in a hard,
unyielding and brutal
kiss ,
he inhaled her gasps and
moans of pleasure. He walked them backward until he knew the bed was right
behind her, and something wild snapped inside of him. He pushed her back on the
bed with enough force that she bounced on it twice before stilling. But Molly
didn’t have a frightened look on her face. She was just as aroused as he was,
just as excited at what was to come, and he was going to make her scream for
more before the night was over with, because Stinger and his bear were ready to
own the fuck out of her.

Chapter Six

Molly sat on the bed, her heart pounding so hard she
thought it could very well burst right through her chest. This was the most spontaneous
and illogical thing she had ever done. Sleeping with a guy she hardly knew
anything about, and had only actually “known” for a little over a week’s time,
was nothing she had ever ventured into. She played her life safe, well, as safe
as could be given the fact having a child with an MC member meant she was
involved in the motorcycle club for life.

“Feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs so I can
see your pussy.” Stinger’s voice was deep, low, and there was a bit of
something not quite human about the tone.

This very submissive need inside of her to do
exactly what he said, when he said it, rode her hard, and she found herself
doing what he asked without question. Molly had never been the one to submit so
easily, but with Stinger she found herself doing a lot of things she never
thought she would do. When her feet were on the bed, she glanced down and
watched as he stroked himself from root to tip. He was a big man, hard and
muscular, and well over a foot taller than she was. Molly had never been a
small woman, and had always had curves and been on the thicker side. Maybe it
was the fact that after she had Dakota her body had never been quite the same.
Her thighs were thicker, her hips wider, and her belly a little too full for
some men’s taste.
 
She loved her body,
even the stretch marks she had gotten while pregnant. But Stinger made her feel
small by his sheer muscular size and height, and the alpha-ness that poured
from him. Not to mention the fact he stared at her like he was dying for a
sample of her flesh.

“Spread your legs. I am barely holding on as it is,
and I
need
you to give me this
control.” He started stroking himself harder and faster, and a drop of clear
fluid dotted the tip of his cock right before he spread his palm over the crest
and used it as lubrication. The tattoos that covered his upper chest and
shoulders were brightly colored and a canvas of designs.

But she could make out a bullet wound on his arm,
and had seen one on his leg when he had taken his pants off. She looked back in
his face and saw that his pupils were completely dilated and eating up the
green irises. He looked like a demon ready to take control of her. But God,
Molly wanted that, wanted him to take possession of her in a way that she had
never experienced. Spreading her thighs as wide as they could go, she felt her
labia part, and her muscles stretch from the strain. The lighting in the room
wasn’t the best. It was bright, almost obtrusive, and no doubt showed every
single “flaw” she had, but Stinger looked at her like he had never seen a more
attractive woman. That had a surge of power moving through her. The wetness
that came from her was an obscene amount, and she felt it slip down the crease
of her ass the longer he stared at her between the thighs.

“Fuck, you have no idea how you look to me right now,”
he said as he still stared at her pussy and stroked his cock. “The things I
want to do to you are so fucked up they’d scare you if I said them out loud.”

His words had her breathing harder and faster, had her
chest rising and falling as she tried to suck in more air.

“My bear wants you, Molly.” He slowly moved his gaze
up her body until he was looking in her face again. “He wants you in every way,
wants to claim you, own you,
make
sure you know that
there is no other male that will fucking touch you.”

Ludicrous.
Insane.
Crazy.

All of those meant the same thing, yet they all
three filled her in different ways and described this situation to a T.

He took step closer, and this low, guttural sound
left him. “Touch your cunt.”

That term for one of her body parts might have
offended her on another occasion, but the way he said it made her feel heated,
pliant, and so ready to have him shove that huge cock deep inside of her.
Sliding her hand down her belly, she didn’t stop until she slipped her fingers
between her slick folds. The bottom of her hand brushed along her clit, and a
gasp of pleasure left her.

“Fuck yourself. Let me see you push two fingers deep
into your pussy, baby.” Stinger looked so tense, and his muscles strained under
his inked skin.

Molly was on the verge of coming right now, and that
startled her as she had never gotten off using her fingers alone. But her pussy
was so soaked that when she did slide her middle finger in, and then her index one
into her body she had to bite her lip to keep herself from
orgasming
.
“God, I’m so wet for you.”

He groaned deeply, and it sounded more animalistic
than human.

She wanted to get off with him in her, pounding that
hard rod deep inside of her pussy until he couldn’t go any further.

“Fuck yourself with them, Molly.” He sounded
breathless in a purely masculine way.

God, he had a sadistic streak to him, because this
was pure torture. Molly started sliding her fingers in and out of her, but she
was so wet they moved easily, and made a suctioning sound as if her body tried
to draw them back in. For a solid minute he just watched as she pleasured
herself, and it was taking every ounce of her self-control not to just let go
until the pleasure consumed her. If he didn’t take her now she wasn’t going to
be able to last, but before she could tell him that, or even beg him to fuck
her, which she was on the verge of doing, he let go of his dick. She watched
him take the condom he held in his other hand, take it out of the packaging,
and slide it down his shaft. Never had watching a man do that been more erotic
than it was seeing Stinger do it.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Molly.” He placed a
knee on the bed and placed his hands on her inner thighs.

Before she could say anything or react to what he
was doing he moved his hands over her legs, smoothed them along her inner
thighs, perilously close to her pussy, and then moved them back around so he
could grab her waist. He moved her up the bed so he could lay on his stomach
between her legs, and the feel of his warm, humid breath right along her sensitive
folds had her resting her head back on the mattress and closing her eyes. Her
fingers itched to hold onto him, but instead she tightened her grasp on the
sheets beneath her, and held on as he breathed harder, as if he was trying to
control himself.

“You smell so fucking good, look so damn amazing.”
His hands were in her inner thighs again, and the way he dug his fingers into
her flesh was both painful and arousing. “I’m going to eat you out so damn hard
you won’t be able to stop yourself from grinding your cunt all over my face.”
And then he had his mouth pressed right to her pussy and was delivering on that
promise. He licked and sucked at her soaked flesh, tugged at her labia until a
sting accompanied the pleasure, and then sucked her clit into his mouth. For
several seconds he pulled at her nub until she felt it swell with blood, and she
knew she was going to come all over his face. “Go on, baby, grind your pussy
all over me. Get your cream on my mouth and pull at my hair. Make me fucking
hurt.” The vibrations from his voice went right to her core until she shook all
over.

Lifting her hands and spearing them into his longer
hair was easier said than done. She was weak, trembling, and so damn needy
under his touch. Stinger was an animal as he licked her, bit her, and shoved
his tongue into her pussy over and over again. She tugged at the strands of his
hair and started pressing her pussy against his face. The act was wanton and
dirty in only the best of ways. He growled against her flesh, and when he
started sucking on her clit again he also shoved two thick and long fingers
into her. She might not be a virgin, and she had given birth before, but even
with only having two digits inside of her she felt the stretch and burn. It had
been nearly two years since she had been with a man, and being with Stinger was
surely going to ruin all other sexual experiences she had in the future.

Her climax exploded from her fast and hard until she
grew lightheaded, saw stars dance behind her closed eyelids, and had perspiration
lining her flesh as she strained against him. But Stinger was never-ending and
seemed to like to exert his dominance and sadistic need on her. She was
sensitive, had a euphoric feeling moving through her, and knew this was only
the beginning.

“
Mmm
, you taste so damn addicting.”
He flattened his tongue and ran it from her pussy hole to her clit. He did that
a few more times until she knew she’d come again from that act alone. “Look at
me.”

Molly had to force her eyes open, and when she did
it was to see the glossy sheen that covered Stinger’s mouth. That was her
wetness, her arousal that was on his lips. Despite her orgasm just seconds
before, she grew hot again as her lust intensified from that very sight. But
clearly Stinger wasn’t ready to fuck her, because he reached out, took hold of
her waist once more, and flipped her onto her belly. Did he want to take her
this way? She had done everything imaginable in the term of having sex, loved
all of it, but she had assumed he might want to just slide right into her as
her legs had been open and she was more than willing. But it seemed what he
wanted to do was not fuck her doggy style or have anal sex with her like she
assumed. Instead, he pulled he legs apart until he could fit his wide shoulders
between them again, took an ass cheek in each of his hands, and spread her
bottom wide. The chilled air moved along her anus, and although she was hot
from coming and just having the heat of Singer surrounding her, she shivered.
Her wetness had slipped down the crease of her ass until it was nearly as lubed
up as her pussy was, but that was clearly what Stinger liked. He grunted and
growled out curses as he clenched and unclenched his hands on her bottom. And
then he was licking at her pussy again, sucking at it like he was drunk on the
flavor of her. God, he was making her feel so good. Although Molly had
experienced a lot, though just with Malice, she had never experienced it like
this
. Stinger wrapped his arm around her
middle, hauled her up so she was bracing her body on her knees, and then kept
one hand on her ass cheek to keep her open for him. Over and over he tormented
her.

“Christ, you taste so good, baby.” He moved his hand
down her belly and pressed his thumb to her clit, but he never stopped licked
her pussy. And then he surprised the hell out of her by moving back, spearing a
finger into her body, and coating the digit with her arousal. He pressed his
finger to her anus, teased the puckered hole for a few seconds, and then
pressed it inward. The feeling of having his finger in her ass, of his mouth
back on her pussy, and his thumb rubbing slow circles around her clit had a
crescendo growing inside of her. It was a torrent of sensation, one that she
couldn’t handle any longer.

“Oh, God, Stinger.”
Burying her face in the mattress she cried out her orgasm, but it was when he
pulled his mouth away and slapped the left cheek of her bottom, and then the
right, that she screamed out as her pleasure intensified. He spanked her
repeatedly until her ass burned and then grew numb, and only when she pleaded
for him to stop did he remove his finger from her body and flip her on her back
once more. Her tits shook from side to side from the sudden movement, and her
legs fell open to the side. She was at his mercy, but didn’t want him to go
easy. Two orgasms later and she
was
still greedy for
his cock.

“You’re going to be screaming a lot more than the
word God when I’m done with you.” He framed her pussy with his hands and moved
his thumbs back and forth along the edge of her labia. That small touch,
although highly erotic and tantalizing, screamed a lot more than just sex. It
was a touch that really did mean that her pussy was his, that he owned the shit
out of it, and that there was nothing that could be changed because of it.