Page 10 of Sexting The Tattooed Outlaw (Curvy Boss Babes of Wild Bronco #3)

SAM

I’m making up for ten years of lost time tonight, starting with the first orgasm. I’ll give her many more until I’m satisfied…or until she passes out from exhaustion, whatever happens first.

Knowing I’m the only one who has made her feel this way only fuels me more. Tasting her, feeling her, seems to have unleashed limitless energy.

I feel like a man ten years younger, feel like I could do this for days without sleep. I need her like a starving man needs food.

My mouth finds her nipple and sucks while my hand strokes her other nipple. She whimpers beneath me, hands fisting my hair and scratching my shoulders.

Those nails could dig in deep enough to draw blood and I wouldn’t fucking flinch. Nothing is going to stop me from my mission tonight.

I’ve got her near orgasm again.

“Wait for me,” I reprimand her, though I’m loving every fucking second of this. Loving that she might lose control before I’ve even had a chance to sink my cock into her folds.

“Then hurry,” she groans between jagged breaths.

I grip the base of my cock and align the tip with her entrance. Watch it enter her, parting her open, slicking the shaft with her juice as I press inside.

“More,” she pleads.

I won’t go faster than this, though. I want to watch it and remember every last detail.

I’m going to spend the rest of my life with Kay Beaumont, whether she realizes it now or not.

But this will always be our first time. My first time claiming her, marking my territory.

I want to coat her walls with my cum, plant my seed deep inside of her womb.

“You’re mine,” I tell her, shoving the rest of my length into her in one fast, sharp thrust. Her perfect tits bounce with the sudden motion and I dip my head down, sucking her into my mouth.

She cries out, squeezing her legs around me.

I come up for air and lean back, taking in the sight of Kay open beneath me, her tits spilling out from her shirt and glistening with my spit.

I hold her knees open and slowly slide out of her. Then thrust again, sharply, roughly, so that I’m buried in her.

“Say it,” I growl. “Say you belong to me.”

“I belong to you,” she pants.

My finger strokes her swollen clit and she gasps, eyes wide and locked to mine.

“Whose pussy is this?” I ask her with another rough thrust of my hips. The headboard slams into the wall, and for this reason, I’m glad her parents sleep on the other end of the house.

“It’s yours,” she says.

“Say it, then.”

“This pussy is yours. It’s yours,” she gasps.

She’s arching back again, walls squeezing tight around my cock.

She’s close now and I’m going to give my girl exactly what she needs.

My fingers stroke her clit, teasing her, faster and faster until she’s bucking her hips against me, walls of her pussy spasming around my cock, milking it as she takes her own pleasure from me.

It’s the best sight I’ve ever seen. She’s never looked more beautiful than now, her pale freckled skin flushed with pleasure, hair fanned out around her head like a halo.

She’s the closest thing to an angel I’ve ever known and I know I’m too damned to begin to deserve her.

She’s the strong, sweet curvy girl from a small town that I crushed on for years.

And me? I’m the dangerous criminal outlaw, some washed up bastard child of an alcoholic.

Kay’s always made me feel like I’m more than that. Like I can be the hero instead of the bad guy. For her, I’ll never stop trying at redemption. Even if it’s hopeless. She gives me hope.

I don’t let myself release until her orgasm begins to fade, wanting to be sure that she gets hers first. It’s only when her legs stop shaking that I let myself pump into her, releasing my load into her tight pussy and wondering how many more chances at this I’m going to get.

Don’t fuck it up again, Sam.

“Fuck. You have to leave!”

“What?”

I open my eyes. The sun is shining through the windows and my limbs feel heavy in a good way, the way they do after a long, deep sleep. When I open my eyes all the way and realize I’m still in Kay’s bed, memories of the night before come flooding back.

I took her three times last night, and she had seven orgasms. Yeah, I fucking counted. Because when the woman of your dreams says she’s never had an orgasm with a man before, you rise to the fucking occasion and show her how much better she deserves.

How much you can do for her. How good you can treat her.

There’s a knock at the door. I ignore it.

Kay is standing at the end of the bed, half dressed. Her hair is knotted in the back. I grin lazily at the sight, shifting in the bed so I can get a better view of what Kay looks like the morning after being thoroughly fucked.

“Get dressed,” Kay hisses, looking around. “Where did your boxers go? Find them!”

“Why?” I ask.

Knock knock knock.

“That’s why!” Kay whispers, pointing at the door. “It’s my mom. She’s worried about you because you didn’t get up for chores this morning. And now she’s wanting to talk to me. But I can’t talk to her, she’ll know exactly what happened just from one glance at my face!”

“You’re not a good liar,” I agree.

“So I’ve been told,” she whispers. “Keep your voice down. She’ll know you’re in here.”

She’s right. Ella Beaumont is in the hallway, knocking and speaking through the door. But right now, I don’t particularly care. I don’t really care about anything right now, because

“Kay?” Ella asks. “Are you alright?”

“Fine!”

“Do you know if Sam came home last night?” she asks. “I’m worried he took off again.”

A pang of guilt hits me. I guess Kay isn’t the only person who feels like I’m a flight risk, thanks to my history.

Well, I’m not fucking going anywhere. Last night sealed the deal. Kay told me she loves me. And then she let me inside of her.

It’s over. It’s done. She belongs to me now, the deal is sealed.

Maybe it’ll take a while to earn Kay’s trust, but I’m willing to put in the time.

She’ll be my wife, the mother of my children.

My next objective: buying a ring. Whatever ring she fucking wants, I’ll drain my life savings to buy her a rock she’ll wear on her finger.

Something to show every man who gazes in her direction that she’s spoken for.

Kay Wallace. Mrs. Wallace. I like the fucking sound of that.

“He, uh,” Kay hesitates. “He told me he was going into town in the morning.”

“Oh? But his truck is still here.”

“Shit,” Kay mutters. I grin.

“Um, I think someone picked him up,” Kay lies through the door. Tomato red ears. Tomato red cheeks. So fucking cute.

I get out of bed, pulling her to my chest and kissing the top of her hair.

“Oh,” Ella says, sounding unconvinced. “Well, alright then. Are you okay? Not feeling well?”

“Just tired,” Kay lies.

“Alright…well, I’ll get the coffee started. Want me to bring some up to you when it’s done?”

I drop to my knees, pulling her shirt up and groping her breasts.

“No!” Kay gasps. “I…need to go to work today. Anna called in sick. I’ll have coffee when I get there.”

“Okay, then,” Ella replies.

She walks away. I wait for the sound of footsteps to fade. Picking Kay off the ground, I carry her to the bed and throw her onto the mattress.

“I really do need to go to work,” she says.

“Then I’ll be quick,” I promise. “Quick but thorough, ma’am.”

I’m about to take one of her perfect tits into my mouth when her phone chimes. She hops up, checking the screen.

“It might be work. Oh…nevermind. It’s Boyfriend Bot.”

She rolls her eyes but my ears perk up at the word boyfriend.

“What?”

“It’s stupid,” she says, opening her phone. “Nadia signed me up for this bot that texts you like a fake boyfriend. Believe me, it wasn’t my idea. Last night I was texting it before you came to my room and…”

She frowns at her screen.

“Weird,” she murmurs, tapping on the screen. “Now there are two of them.”

“Two what?”

“Two bots,” she says. “The one I was talking to last night, and now this one.”

“And here I thought I was special,” I joke. “You were talking to me and two bots last night?”

“What?” her eyes flash to mine, but they lack the humor mine do.

“Last night when we were texting,” I explain. “You were also talking to another guy. Or, a fake guy, anyway. I can’t decide if I should be offended or not.”

“We weren’t texting last night,” she says blankly.

“Yes,” I reply slowly. “We were.”

Maybe I was too rough with her last night. Did she hit her head on the bed frame?

“What did we talk about last night?” Kay asks, scrolling through her phone in a panic.

“Just stuff, I don’t know. You told me you’d never had an orgasm with a man before and challenged me to break the streak. Then I came to your room and…”

I grin.

But she’s not smiling.

“That was you? ” she whispers, looking almost horrified.

“You didn’t think it was me?”

“I…that’s why you came to my room,” she says. “Oh my god. Because you thought I was telling you to.”

Things click into place. Suddenly it makes sense, and I realize now that our entire text conversation last night was a game with a bot, in her mind. It wasn’t real. She didn’t mean to invite me into her bed, she didn’t mean for me to come in here and…

“I need to go,” she says. “And so do you. Sneak out of here and down the hall. Do it quick.”

“Why?”

“I just…wow. I don’t…I’m sorry, Sam. I think I just need a minute. This is crazy.”

“Wait.”

She’s rushing around the room, throwing on her clothes. Her hair is still wild, lips still swollen.

“No. I need to go,” she says. “Sneak out of here after I leave, okay? I need to go.”

I rise from the bed, but she leaves before I can stop her.

Fuck.