Page 147 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Nah, I think I can. You like to please me, little storm. It’s written all over your face. Just like Hansel.”

I smack his arm. “Compare me to your dog again and you won’t get laid for a week.”

“Aww,” he taunts. “Did you get your feelings hurt?”

Shooting him the bird, I proceed to ignore him as I finish up my meal. He chuckles at my attitude. I’m just loading the dishwasher, when he presses his strong body against mine from behind.

“Breakfast was good, but I’m still hungry,” he rumbles, his breath tickling my ear. “Let me lick your pussy and cheer you up before I go.”

A wave of desire ripples through me.

What girl says no to that?

Before I can think of a comeback, he grabs my hips and twists me around. I let out a squeal when he picks me up, turns, and sets me down on the island. With a firm hand, he pushes me back until I’m lying down across the cold countertop. His dark eyes shine with need as he wrenches my thighs apart.

“So fucking hot.” His lips curl into a predatory grin as he presses soft kisses along my inner thigh. “All mine.”

All weekend he’s made statements like these. Caveman possessive claims. And each time, I melt when he says them.

I cry out when his mouth latches onto my pussy, sucking on all of it like a damn vacuum. My back arches up and I instantly reach for his hair, grabbing and tugging. A snarl escapes him—feral and starved—making me quiver with delight. The slurps and sucking sounds only turn me on more. All too easily, he sucks and licks me into an explosive orgasm.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I need inside you.”

I yelp as he manhandles me onto my stomach, dragging me to the edge where my ass is prone to him. He fiddles with his pants and then his monster dick is rubbing through my juices. We bothgroan when he pushes into me. My body accepts him easier this time, but I still wince at the stretch. Once he’s coated his dick with my arousal, he fucks me like a man possessed—hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping echoes loudly in the kitchen. I clutch onto the edge of the countertop, holding on for dear life. He’s fucking me at just the right angle that he rubs against my G-spot in way that has me gasping for air. All too soon, I’m shouting out his name as I come again.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, jerking his dick out of me so fast I cry out. “Fuck.”

He grips my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, and then presses the tip of his cock against my other hole. Since I threw my fit about birth control, he’s been careful to pull out each time. I’m already annoyed that I had to go and open my big damn mouth. I want nothing more than for him to come inside me again.

“That burns,” I whimper, tensing at the fire that assaults me there.

“I’m not going in all the way,” he rumbles. “Just leaving you a little gift.”

He’s so fucking filthy and yet I lie here letting him press his dick inside me a tiny bit just as it begins to pulse with his orgasm. Heat floods into the tight cavity, causing it to burn even more. I suck in a sharp breath when he inches forward some more. My God, he’s too fucking big to go there. And yet, I just let him have his dirty way with me.

“I’m going to stretch this pretty ass out soon so I can fuck you here.” He pulls out and I whimper. “If only you could see how goddamn hot your red asshole looks leaking out my cum. Fuck, Stormy. I’ll never get to work at this rate.”

He pulls me off the island and onto my feet. I stare at his lovely wet cock as he cleans it off with a paper towel and then stuffs the damn thing back into his boxers. Where I’m wreckedwith cum leaking out of my ass, he looks too good all put together and ready to go catch bad guys.

“See you soon,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss that tastes like me across my lips.

“Aren’t you going to brush your teeth?” I say with a lifted brow.

“Fuck no,” he says with a grin. “I’m going to taste you all day long. How else do you expect me to get through the work day?”

All too soon, he’s out the door and his truck rumbles down the drive. A sense of loss quickly passes over me. I miss him and he’s not been gone three minutes.

I’m so screwed for this man.

For a brief moment, I consider the fact I’m finally a free woman. I could walk my ass to town and he’d never know. I’m not collared or cuffed. I can escape.

Hansel whines, cocking his head at me.

“Don’t worry, little man,” I assure him. “I’m not going anywhere. Daddy will miss me. Besides, I have work to do.”

I’m going to figure out what the hell Dragon is hiding and why.

Copper

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