Page 68 of Auctioned to the Outlaw

He runs a finger through my slick flesh before thrusting back into me. He holds my hips in both hands as he works in and out. With each thrust, he hits the deepest parts of me.

“So fucking wet, I don’t even need lube,” he rumbles as he teases the sensitive flesh. I groan when he slips one finger inside of my ass up to the first knuckle. It feels so fucking wrong, but nothing could feel better. “Feels so fucking tight when I’m inside you from both ends.”

His voice lowers another octave as he thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy and his finger in and out of my backside.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I groan.

“Sure you can. Feel it. Feel me taking you. Owning this sweet body. This pussy, this ass.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. “It’s mine. No one’s been here but me.” He groans as he slips his finger into my ass further and a new orgasm takes me. “Look at you, so soft and open for me, sweet girl.”

His words spin through me, making me dizzy with the desire to be his. All his.

“Fuck, babe. So fucking tight. I need to go slow, but I don’t know if I can,” he grits through his teeth as his palms slide around my skin, relaxing me as he slowly pushes in farther. He stops and takes deep breaths as he kneads at the flesh of my ass cheeks before rocking in and out of me gently. A low moan escapes my throat as I throw my head back. The sensation is new and overwhelming—twinges of pain mixed with the headiest sense of pleasure and the most delicious feeling of fullness.

“Yes. Please. Harder, faster, anything.” My insides quiver with lust; the need for him to take me is overwhelming. My body has adjusted to his rock hard intrusion and now craves the release he can give.

“Jesus, so fucking hot and tight and juicy for me.” He holds on at my hip as he works up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely— so much more than anyone else ever has.

I feel everything. Waves of pleasure unfurl from deep inside—roll out slowly—make my body go limp— my eyelids flutter closed on a soft moan.

My legs turn to jelly; he supports me with one hand at my hip.

My arms give out; they fold beneath me on the couch; I rest my head there.

I whimper and moan as pleasure rushes through my system, swirls around in my head, gasps wracking through me.

His thrusting speeds up before his fingers tighten on the flesh of my ass— his whole body shudders—quakes—I feel him twitch and then empty inside me in an animalistic moan.

His pumping slows and finally stops and he leans over my body.

His palms slide over my skin, trace across ribs and goose bumps form and I melt into him.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you as my wife,” he growls into my ear before slowly pulling out. I relish the slow drag of his cock before he stands; pulls me into arms; carries me off toward the bathtub.

He starts the tap, and holds me while he waits for it to fill before depositing me into the water and then sliding in behind me.

We relax into each other, our breaths syncing, before he murmurs in my ear: “You softened something in me I thought was dead. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when the year ends anymore.”

Neither do I. So instead of more words, I turn and kiss him, hoping it’s enough.