Page 41 of Outlaws' Single Mom
I open my mouth to let him in, just as Stiff nudges his hardness into my folds. “Relax, baby. Here we go,” he says in a gravelly rumble, then pushes in.
Oh. Oh, wow. Thank God Lash got me all slick and warmed up, because Stiff is a challenge even when he goes slowly, but the way he absolutely fills me is amazing. I moan around Lash’s thick cock between my lips, coaxing out a shuddering groan from him as the vibration travels down his shaft. We’re allconnected, a chain of impulses and desires with me in the middle, and I love it.
Stiff grips the backs of my thighs, opening me wider as he works himself deeper. Lash pins my wrists to the bed over my head, one in each hand, while he pumps himself in and out of my mouth. There’s nowhere for me to go, they’re completely in charge and I love it. There’s no danger, no sadness, no decisions to be made. All they demand of me is to feel every single moment.
Just feel. Experience. Delight. Be theirs.
We move together, faster, more eagerly, as we each chase our own pleasure. Even pinned, I can thrust my hips back at Stiff. The bedroom echoes with sin as flesh hits flesh, moans and groans sound from all three of us and the heady scents of sweat and sex fill the air. Stiff drives me into the bed with his powerful thrusts, twisting his hips and teasing my clit with every plunge. I play my tongue around Lash’s shaft, tracing his veins and lapping at the crown as his thrusts come faster and more erratic. His eyes close and his face goes soft, beautiful.
I moan meaningfully, getting Lash’s attention. Hepulls out from between my lips just as Stiff fills me, making me gasp.
“You okay? Too rough?” Lash asks.
“No, but I want to see it.”
After a moment, he grins and takes his cock in hand, stroking it for me to watch. “Kinky girl.” He winks.
Now that my hands are free, I cling to his thighs as he straddles my chest, holding on for dear life while Stiff fucks me six ways from Sunday.
A new wave of pleasure starts to rise from within, as electric strands of delight coil up from my core. Twice in one go is something I thought was wishful thinking from spicy romance novels, but maybe all I needed was the right man.
Men.
“Fuck, I’m getting close.” Lash’s voice is so graveled with lust it barely sounds like him. His cock seems to swell even bigger as he nears the end, his fist skimming up and down the whole length with slick sounds.
He’s not the only one. Stiff’s moans come faster and louder, and he’s gripping my thighs so hard it hurts.
I can’t keep my back from arching again, pressing me up against Lash’s powerful legs as all my muscles tighten in preparation.
“Open your mouth,” Lash groans.
I obey, sticking out my tongue and lapping at the underside of his cock as he strokes faster.
Stiff groans and pushes himself deep, his cock pulsing so hard I can feel it. The knowledge that he’s pouring his cum out inside, with only a thin hint of latex between us, triggers something deeply primal, the last little nudge that tips me over the edge. Just as the orgasm explodes in my core, Lash groans, “Fuck!” I open my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back, and for his cock to explode in thick ropes of cum over my tongue and chin. I come hard under him, shaking like there’s an earthquake. My eyes squeeze shut as I ride the pleasure-quakes, thoroughly claimed by both of them.
Holy shit.
Lash rolls off to my right, breathing heavily.
Stiff keeps himself buried for as long as I keep shaking and squeezing around him. It’s not until the last ripple has passed that he gently pulls back andlets me slump limply back onto the sheets. I let out a little plaintive moan when he’s gone, but I honestly don’t think I could take much more anyway. I just lie there, concentrating on breathing, every inch of me feeling battered in the best way while he shuffles up along my side so he can throw an arm around me.
When I open my eyes, I find Lash in front of me, holding up a pink washcloth. “Found it in the bathroom. Figured you wouldn’t mind.” It’s steaming hot as he uses it to wipe away the evidence. Not the spa treatment I normally would’ve picked, but right now it all feels really nice.
“That was… fun,” I murmur.
“Good.” He drops the cloth next to the bed when he’s done, then crawls into bed next to me, finding his own spot to wrap an arm around, leaving me the filling of a biker sandwich.
I know in a few minutes I’m going to have to deal with everything, but for right now, this is enough.
23
JACKAL
Meeting someonein a dark parking lot behind a boarded up hardware store isn’t exactly a new thing for us. A lot of our business doesn’t do well in the light of day. What makes this unusual, though, is the fucking cop.
Just feels wrong.
Detective Adrienne Chen is out of uniform, looking like any of a hundred other people on their way home after dropping the kids off at school. Clothes picked specifically to not stand out, with a baseball cap pulled down over her eyes. If she’s got long hair, it’s all packed up into the cap. Still, there’s something about the way she stands and where her attention goes that tips you off if you know where to look. She’s short,and between me, Hellfire, Stiff and Lash, she seems even smaller, but her expression is determined and her sharp eyes unafraid. She’s brave, I’ll give her that.
