Page 54 of Outlaw
I turn her around, pushing her back against the bedroom door. She doesn’t fight me. Reaching for the waistband of her tights, I roll them down past her hips to her ankles, taking her panties with them. I drag off her shoes next. In one swooping motion, I straighten up and pick her up at the waist, tugging each ankle behind me. My cock is fucking hard for her. It may be my last chance to touch her, but I resist the overpowering urge to take my time.
She opens her mouth to say something but I smother each word with a kiss, pinning her back to the door as I taste her one last time. The kiss is as hard and demanding as the situation we’re in because of who we are. If nothing else, I want her to remember it wasn’t easy to let her in, and letting her go will be the same.
I reach a hand to the back of her head, gripping a fistful of hair. I don’t stop kissing her as I undo my zipper and press my hips into her inner thighs. She wraps her arms around my neck and grinds her pussy against my cock.
She wants me.
I want her.
But we both need to accept that it’s is our last time together.
Getting into position, I slide the tip of my erection past her folds, grab her ass, and slam into her core with a force that makes her breathe my name into our kiss. Every thrust is more forceful than the last as my nails dig into the flesh of her ass cheeks and drag her harder down my length, impaling her as far as I can go and further still. She slides her hands across the tops of my shoulders, clutching on tight as though there’s hope for us when we don’t stand a chance.
I fuck her for longer than I should. Our fates are on the other side of this door, knocking as hard as the sound it makes each time her back slams against it. Her body lets me know when she’s close, and as she reaches her climax, I let each pulsation of her tight cunt take me closer until I release every drop of cum inside her. Locking her ankles around my waist, I carry her across the room and lower her to the bed. I stare down at her for a long moment before pulling one side of the sheets over her. It’s the last time I’ll see her pale, creamy skin and perfect curves.
She lies there catching her breath while I sit on the side of the bed. After a short while, she pulls herself up and relaxes her back on the headrest.
“Sorry. I’m the last person to judge anyone. I was just hoping to find a way out from under Lorenzo before things went to hell with the surprise engagement.”
“That’s life.”
Her eyes turn sympathetic. “You’re in the same boat as I am with Lorenzo.”
“No. I’m not.”
“How is your engagement any different from mine?”
“Riley just broke it off.”
“What?”
“Yeah. And none of that changes anything. This meeting with your old man is still on. I won’t see you again.”
“I understand. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about—”
A loud series of pops outside the window cuts off whatever Sabrina’s in the middle of saying, and we both jerk upright.
Gunfire.
Then someone screams.
“It never ends around here, does it?” Sabrina asks.
If this is another rival attack on the club, I’ll fucking kill Giovanni.
