OUTLAW KING(23)

She remained on her elbows, staring at me. My eyes moved down to her perfect body. I loved the subtle curves of her waist. I loved the way her tits were firm, slightly parting left and right. Her nipples were a rich color with a light hue around her areola.

I watched her breathing, her belly rising and falling.

Her panties were a blood red color.

They were next on my f*cking list of shit that needed to go.

Before that… I slid a hand to the back of her neck. I put my other hand to her left tit and squeezed.

“I f*cking missed these,” I said. “Nobody ever better have them like I had or will have.”

“Never,” Linds purred, her breath spreading across my mouth.

She was addictive and seductive all in the same breath.

I f*cking loved it.

“Good, sweetie,” I said.

I brought both hands down to the top of her panties. I tore those f*cking things off like it was Christmas morning and I finally got to the best present. Oh, and trust me, it was the best f*cking present.

Looking at her soft and moist labia made my mouth hunger worse than when I was in solitary and meals were sometimes skipped for a day or two. My tongue ran dry, a thirst raging from deep inside me.

“Oh, f*ck, sweetie,” I said. “Look at that *…”

I dropped down to one knee before Linds, my hands racing up the insides of her thighs. I knew she was ticklish there and I felt her body vibrate. She sucked in a breath with a hiss, trying hard not to laugh or pull away. The second my fingertips touched her wet *, her body thrust, demanding more of me.

I put my pointer and middle fingers together on my left hand and hooked them, sliding up against her labia as though I was telling her to come here.

I pulled my fingers away and brought them to my nose. My eyes were locked to her eyes. Fuck, she had pretty eyes. The prettiest eyes on a woman ever. And if a smell could ever be properly described as pretty, that was her sweet scent. Better than ice cream on a hot day. I smelled her and then licked my fingers.

She let out a groaning sound. “King… please…”

“You want a taste too, sweetie? Sure.”

I thrust my two fingers back at her slit. I allowed my fingertips to penetrate her, feeling that perfect tight sheath that has squeezed so much cum out of me in the past.

I curled my fingers again and pulled them out of her sweet body. I then put my fingers right to her lips, watching the look on her face. Shock climbed across as her cheeks burned a deep red color.

“Taste,” I ordered. “Right now.”

Linds slowly opened her mouth. Her tongue came forward and she licked the stringy wetness of her own desire right off my fingers.

I then couldn’t help myself as I got up off my knee and had to kiss her. Our lips and tongues met again, this time I was able to taste not only her mouth but the taste of her *, both at the exact same time.

I put my hand between her legs again and sank my two fingers into her, deeper. I twisted my fingers, pulled them out, placing my fingertips to her tender clit. The second I touched her, her hips bucked at me. She broke the kiss, groaning, letting her head fall back. I kissed down her neck, my mouth on a mission to seek her tits.

I stopped at her left tit, my mouth quickly engulfing her, sucking against her skin, my tongue racing left to right against her nipple. I felt her nipple react to my fast touch. I brought my teeth together to her nipple, pulling, forcing her to move with me, bringing her to a gentle cry before I let her go.

“Fuck, sweetie,” I said. “You are as amazing as I remember.”

I stood up and stood as though I was ten feet taller than her. A beast staring down at his horny prey. Ready to ravage and f*ck her until she couldn't walk for days.

I took my leather cut off and tossed it to the end of the bed.

Linds sat up on the edge of the bed and ran her hands under my shirt. I felt her fingers touching my hard muscle, her nails scratching at my skin. I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and ripped it up and off my body.

“Yes,” she purred as her lips pressed against my stomach.

She started to kiss down, right to where my jeans began.

This time when she grabbed at my cock over my jeans I didn’t stop her. She tore open my belt and worked fast to find my cock. Trust me, it wasn’t all that hard to find.

Her hands grabbed at the sides of my jeans and boxers, tugging. With each inch she took them down was another inch she was able to kiss my body. Her eyes stared up at me the entire time.

The tip of her tongue flirted with the thick root of my cock.

I gently grabbed her face and pulled her away from me.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Sweetie, are you ready for this?”

“Yes. I need this. Right now.”

I moved her hands from my jeans and I took control.

I shoved my jeans down, letting my thick cock pop free.

Linds jumped back a little, almost getting slapped by my heavy dick.

“Here you go, sweetie,” I said. I grabbed myself. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long f*cking time.”





17


(Lindsey) *NOW*

MY LIPS EASED over the huge tip of his King’s cock. I was shaking everywhere possible. A mix of nerves and excitement. He was forever the biggest I had ever been with and forever would be. His large hand gripped the root of his cock, the veins in his hands throbbing almost as much as the veins in his cock.