Natalie Acres - Wanted by outlaws

“You already know. He just told you exactly what I said.”

“Did you mean it?”

She wanted to tease him all the more. “Every word of it.”

“Is that offer good for one and all?” he asked with a slow grind against her lower half.

“Depends on the man, Luke,” she hummed.

“It does, does it?”

“Oh yeah, most definitely, it depends on the man.”

“And you think you’re ready to handle all of us?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said. “Ready to ride all night long too. That is, if you’re ready to break in a new filly. Are you, Luke?”

“Ready to give all of us a good bucking, you say?”

“Uh-huh,” she brushed something off of his shirt as she spoke to him quietly.

“Why the sudden change now, Emily? I’ve been a tryin’ to get you to pay attention to how bad I want you for nearly a year. Why now?”

Emily noticed how his voice changed then. The sincerity in the way he questioned her and the way his gaze misted over too made her warm all over, hot in a few spots. Her pussy felt wet enough to flood all of Cripple Creek and her nipples hurt, throbbed for his careful caress.

He licked his lips and his thumbs pressed into a gentle massage at the base of her neck, right above her collarbone. “Tell me, honey.”

“Because I finally know what I want. It took those men coming into my house to make me see it. All I thought about when they had their hands on me was how my first time was gonna be with men who didn’t care one thing about me. It made me sick…when they were touching me, Luke. I kept thinking about you and—

His lips covered hers and he stopped her from saying any other name. She felt sure of it. He kissed her mouth shut and then he licked his way right into it and he didn’t stop with a simple man’s kiss.

When their lips parted, he released a hearty sigh. “Woman, you sure are something special.”

She glanced down and before she looked up again, he took her chin and pushed it up with his forefinger. His velvet mouth opened against her parted lips as his tongue stroked inside her mouth. His tongue whipped in and out of her mouth insinuating sex, the rough and passionate kind that made a woman’s knees weak and a man’s penis hard—rock hard.

Luke pressed his palm against his cock to keep it from mashing against her stomach. He fought for strength and tried to manage his weaknesses around her. God help him he might come in his pants if he didn’t get inside of her.

“Emily, help me understand how this is going to work,” he whispered as his tongue went to her ear. “Do you want us all together at the same time or are you going to take us separately, one man at a time. I know you’ve thought about it. Have you dreamed about it?” God help him, he wanted her to tell him exactly how she’d imagined them.

Before she answered, he slapped his mouth against hers again and this time his kiss—and hers— were so hungry, it frightened him. She grabbed his head and held him to her and when she did, he lost his balance. He flipped her around and pressed her hard against the house with the weight of his entire body.

With his forehead to hers, he nuzzled her cheek turning his face left to right. “You’ve got my dick hard, Emily.” He jerked his arm away from himself and let his cock mash into her belly. “You feel that?”

She looked at him through long eyelashes. He saw a twinge, just a little etching of fear sparkle in the depths of her eyes. “You won’t hurt me with it,” she said with a wicked smile. “I mean, it’s so big, you won’t—”

“No, never,” he replied. “I just want to love you with it.”

“Love me, how?” she whispered before she brought his lips to hers once more. “Tell me, Luke. Tell me all the ways you can love me with your body.”

He drew back away from their kiss and watched her. Her mouth opened and closed while she tried to draw him in for another sensual kiss.

Right then, he saw the thing he’d always suspected in her. She needed a man to love. She wanted someone to take care of her. She’d always been so grateful when he’d stopped by her place, like she was starved for attention, some kind of interaction with other people.

He wanted to connect with her in a way she’d never forget. As luck would have it, he might get his chance in a matter of a few short hours, if not a couple of minutes.

He grabbed her hand and held it to his lips. “Do something for me,” he said. “I want you to feel me. Put your hand inside my pants.”

She chuckled, a deep sassy laughter, carnal and sexy in every way. “Percy is showing Clay and Levi around. They’ll look for us.”

“I don’t care if they find us as long as your hand is on my cock…now.” He clasped her hand with his and guided it to his belt. He moved his fingertips to her wrist and held her to him.

Her mouth fell open and with a heated gasp, she moved her fingers lower until she was confined in the crowded space of his breeches. She gulped when she felt his thick meat swell in her hand.

“Oh my,” she whispered. “This is different.”

He chuckled. “You think something is wrong with it?”

“No, it’s just…not what I thought it would feel like. “You’re hard and big, round and long.”

She didn’t move with it and he encouraged her, heaven help him he tried hard, to get her to stroke. He moved into her a little more and then swayed backwards too but his damn pants were far too tight and they were particularly snug in just the right spot.

“Wrap your hand around my dick, Emily. Then, pull it nice and slow,” he whispered as he covered her with hungry nips. “You won’t hurt me, darlin’ just move your hand with me.”

She peered down. The little thing wanted to see it. He didn’t blame her much. If she was pure and all, she had to have a curious nature.

Emily tightened her grip and pumped. He closed his eyes and leaned into her mouth again. His tongue stroked hers, and he thrust past her lips and teeth. God he was hungry, so damn thirsty.

She pulled him all the way through her fist as she rolled his flesh up and down, kneading him enough to make sure the texture of his skin moved with her perfect hand job. Oh hell, he was going to come in his buckskins if she didn’t stop.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” she congratulated herself openly breaking free of their kiss once again. “You like it, I know you do.”

“I love it,” he freely admitted. “Do you like feeling me, sugar?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “Very much… I’ve waited a long time, Luke.”

“I know you have darlin’ and I’ve waited too.” His thighs bunched and he thrust into her hand feeling his face draw with the pressure building.

“That’s it, Emily. Just a little more.” Damn it! He needed to come. Why the hell didn’t he just shoot off in her hand and let her feel him, every drop he had to give.

He worked his hips and somehow pulled away from her when he needed to control his cock most. “Ah, baby, this could get so hot between me and you.”

“You think so? Do you like it that much?”

“Can’t you tell?” he questioned leaning back to study her face but still moving his hips and giving her more and more, every inch of him spilled into her tiny hand. He made the painful effort to move away from her, and it took some doing on his part, whenever he felt a drizzle of pre-cum at the tip.

Her eyes widened when he felt a little excess the third time he seeped into her palm.

“What’s wrong, honey? You know what you’re feeling don’t you?”

“I know,” she said and went for his lips again.

She didn’t have a clue.

“You’re going to have to either lock your mouth around my dick or let me get inside of you, Emily. I’m gonna have to come. Will you suck my cock for me, baby?”