Natalie Acres - Wanted by outlaws

He parted her folds and swirled his finger around the outside of her vagina, just one finger because he didn’t want to penetrate her too fast on the chance someone else beat him to the punch.

She moved a little to the left and he quickly withdrew. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it, uh…never mind.”

He smiled. “Does it feel good?”

They exchanged a knowing glance and he tried again. This time he inched his fingertip beyond the folds and into her center before pressing deep, really deep.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

“Hurts?” He withdrew.

She quickly shook her head and he looked at his finger for any sign of dried blood or spent passion. He didn’t know how else to tell.

“Emily, do you feel like your insides are raw or do you hurt anywhere?”

“No, just my face where they hit me.”

“They hit you?”

“Several times,” she confessed. “And they pushed against my breasts and made them tender.”

He looked at the tits in question. Her nipples were hard. Good and pointed, just like he wanted them. Now, that he was sure they got to her before any man touched her, he let his mind roam. His dick encouraged it, made the proper man demands.

“So, you don’t think they got inside me?”

“No, but let me see again, to make sure.”

She arched her eyebrow. “Are you taking advantage of this situation now?”

“A little but you’ll like it, I promise. This time, I’ll show you why.”

“I know why,” she said. “I’m wet now.”

He felt like one of his cousins just slammed a fist into his chest. “Wet?”

“Uh-huh. I know about that part. Women get wet when they want the man they’re with to handle them and I want you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Maybe not the sex part yet, but I liked your fingers inside of me.”

“You did.” He wouldn’t argue with a request since his fingers were ready to roam. “Of course you did.” He sure as hell didn’t have a problem doing it again. “Then can I check you out once more?” Since she liked it and all, he felt like it was necessary now.

Nervously, she reached for the thin sheet and covered her breasts. “I’d like it if you did. Just once more to make sure,” she said with a devilish smile.

He parted her folds again, this time with two fingers instead of one. He moved into her with a slow twirl and moved them back and forth. He watched her face for signs of pain, knowing all along the only thing lingering in her expression was pleasure.

“Does it feel good or bad?” he asked the stupid question.

“It would feel better if you used something else too, I bet.”

He earned one hell of a suggestion. His cousins would have a fit if he licked her cunt but she seemed to want it. In fact, she asked for it.

“You mean my cock or my tongue?” His dick pressed against the threads holding his pants together. Oh what he’d give to lose his breeches.

“Your tongue? You mean a man licks a woman down there?”

“Damn, girl.” He stood up and latched her legs around his hips, drawing her closer. His hand worked closer to her body. His fingers twirled and scissored in and out of her tight walls.

Emily trembled. “There’s something wrong. Wait!”

He knew what was wrong and he didn’t plan on stopping. Her heat drenched his fingers and he kicked the chair over and out of his way. With his palm under her, cupping her hot pussy, he added another finger and she exploded around him.

Her hips gyrated forward and back. Beads of sweat rolled off her brow. Heavy breathing and the lovely sounds of a woman’s pleasure filled the room. Oh God, he was in trouble now. He was as horny as a man had a right to be when he felt the insides of the woman he wanted most.

“Oh! Wait! Something is so….wrong here! This feels…good.”

She screamed out her pleasure and he heard the sounds of rapid footsteps behind him. Her little neck rolled from one side to the next while he worked her tight snatch with eager fingers moving from one side of her pussy to the other. She bit on her fingers and arched her body to him again and again. Her forehead was damp and her body continually worked his hand.

“Dear God,” Luke said the minute he walked in behind them.

Clay didn’t stop but he saw his cousins in his peripheral vision. Luke ran his palm over his cock and then moved to the bed to sit down beside her. Levi watched from the door.

When her orgasm left her, she collapsed against the bed. Clay withdrew his fingers and closed her knees together.

“I’m sorry, Emily. I shouldn’t have. I told you I didn’t want to take advantage of you and I did.”

“I wanted you to do it.”

“You did?” Luke asked. “If you didn’t, say so and I’ll kick his ass all the way home.”

She giggled. “No, I really liked it. And now I want all of you to do it,” she suggested. “I want you to surround me and make me feel safe again.”

“That made you feel safe?” Levi asked with a dropped jaw.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “I think so and I liked it very much.”

“Emily.” Luke’s dumb-ass decided to turn her down for all of them. Clay saw it coming a mile away. “Right now, we need to get you cleaned up and fed so you can rest, okay?”

“Yeah, that’s what we should do,” Levi agreed, though somewhat reluctantly.

He wasn’t as stupid as he looked, Clay decided.

“I think the lady said,” Clay started, “she has other ideas.”

Luke glared at him. “You took advantage of her. Levi and I aren’t going to do the same.”

“I wanted his fingers inside of me,” she said. “I asked him to do it.”

“You told him you needed to know if those men outside, dead ones, let me remind you, took something you didn’t give ‘em. That’s what you said. He felt around and decided he couldn’t leave well enough alone,” Luke grumbled. “He’s a selfish bastard when it comes to sex. It’s about him and his wants, nothing else.”

Clay sat down next to her, grabbed her arm and laced his fingers through hers. Luke swiftly picked up the other one with his left hand while stroking her cheek with his right. “Emily, you don’t know what you want right now.”

“She wants us,” Levi said. “I can tell by looking at her.”

Finally, the young gun was catching on. Clay’s heart soared. If Levi was horny, all bets for pulling back were off. He’d had very few rolls in the hay, which meant he sniffed around for pussy more than the other two.

Luke grunted. “Now just how in the hell can you tell just by lookin’ at her, smart one? Her entire body’s shaking. What do you know?”

Levi took a few steps, pondered the question a second and then replied, “I reckon I know a woman who is pleased with what she received and she looks like she enjoyed Clay a bunch.”

“She did,” Clay said with a smile.

“It’s true,” she confirmed. “I want you. All of you.”

Emily released his hand and then covered it with her own moving it beneath the white, thin sheet. She looked at Levi and then Clay, deliberately looking away from Luke.

“Damn, Emily. Your body heat feels so nice, sweetheart.” Luke closed his eyes and she narrowed her gaze on Clay. With a smile, she tossed the sheet back. Clay and Levi exchanged glances before turning back to watch her move Luke’s palm across her belly.

“I’d like to become a woman,” she said. “What if those men had done things to me I didn’t want them to do? What if I had to find out about a man by force rather than by pleasure?”

Luke pressed against her stomach and clasped her hand with his.

“That might have been bad, Emily.” Levi turned to Clay.