Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
What That Heart and Mouth Can Do
N elle sat on the edge of the bed.
Guilt and defeat moved through her body but it was surprisingly mixed with relief. There was nothing left to know. Nothing left to lose either. Other than her life. Yet in some way she already accepted that fact. If the outlaws wanted to take her out, fine. If the mafia wanted to get her… fine.
The worst feeling though? Knowing she had done nothing wrong. Nelle took care of her sisters. The best she could. As long as she could.
Why didn’t I keep track better…? Why didn’t I know Damien took power? I could have done something…
Nelle brought the bottle of whiskey to her lips and took a drink. She caught herself actually enjoying the taste of fire and broken glass running down her throat. Her stomach felt coated and calm. In other words, she didn’t think she’d get sick from the whiskey this time. Or maybe ever again. She felt like an outlaw now. Sort of.
The bedroom door opened and Nelle sucked in a breath. A million memories flooded her mind. That deep seeded fear of being huddled up in a closet with her two sisters, hugging them, rocking them, promising them that everything would be okay. Whispering made-up stories about forests and cabins and the smells of food and thinking of dumb jokes. Yet always feeling like someone was going to kick down the closet door and take them all…
It was just Slade who entered the room. He shut the door and engaged the lock. He walked toward the bed and plucked the bottle of whiskey from her hands and drank it like it was a bottle of water.
The bottle popped off Slade’s lips. Nelle felt herself melting a little bit into the bed. Every single mannerism of Slade’s made her feel that way. Warm. Wet.
Slade placed the whiskey bottle on the nightstand. He touched under Nelle’s chin. There were questions to ask. Things to say. Nelle didn’t feel like talking at the moment so she placed a hand against Slade’s heavy bulge in his jeans. She couldn’t cup him—he was far too big. But her fingertips did meet and tug at this forgiving zipper. She pulled and wiggled, wrestling the zipper down…
Her fingers met again at the button on Slade’s jeans. There really was a lot to talk about. Her mouth could not fix everything. Neither could her body. But Slade hadn’t stopped her yet…
Even with Slade staring down at Nelle, wondering for a second or two if this was her attempt at asking for forgiveness. Or if this was her apology. Or if she just wanted to use herself to get away with everything. Slade clamped his jaw shut tight.
Nelle’s hands pulled the front of his jeans down, revealing his heavy cock. He fell free from his jeans and stood mostly hard, almost hitting Nelle under her jaw.
Nelle wasted no time, her mouth opened, chasing the full head of Slade’s cock. Her tongue slapping against his hard shaft. Lips sliding right over him, taking him.
Slade growled deep in his throat, feeling the hot welcoming of her mouth on his cock. And Nelle kept going. Inch by inch, taking Slade. She reached the point of fullness . But that wasn’t good enough. Nelle relaxed herself as much as allowed and kept going. Slade’s cock pressing too far against the back of her tongue, with so much more to go.
Nelle took Slade to the point of tears tickling her eyes. She then inched her way back, all the way, and pulled her mouth free. She looked up at Slade, her chin quivering. Slade stared down at her.
He knew she was terrified. Terrified of her past. Terrified of what was going to happen next. She was afraid of everything. Probably rightfully so. It was all she knew.
Slade reached for Nelle, sliding his fingers into her hair. Pulling her mouth back to his cock. This time, he fucked forward, slamming his cock into her mouth. He sucked in a breath and moved just like that.
Fucking Nelle’s mouth.
Nelle felt her hands shaking. Slade was in control right now. Sliding his big cock in and out of her mouth. Holding her hair and head, making it so she could not get away. Her body tensed and her heart raced, knowing this was some kind of test. Slade wanted Nelle to trust him.
She did.
I do, she thought. I trust you, Slade.
She let out a purring noise as Slade’s cock slid into her mouth once more. Her pussy was sopping wet. Her hips began to rock, desperate… forcing her now wet panties to grind against herself, her clit suddenly acting very greedy and demanding attention.
Slade released his hands on Nelle’s hair and he stepped back. His cock was free of Nelle’s mouth. Without a word, Slade dropped down to one knee next to the bed and grabbed for her jeans.
“Fucking off,” he growled, the only words needed to be heard.
Nelle moved so fast you’d think her pants were literally on fire. Slade pulled with force as Nelle opened her jeans. Down her legs they went. Off her body next. Slade didn’t bother taking Nelle’s panties off. He was too thirsty. Too hungry. He needed a fucking taste and he needed it right now. So he pulled Nelle’s panties to the side and thrust his tongue into her warm, tight cunt.
Nelle cried out and thrust her hips at Slade’s face. His tongue slithered and circled and then exited her body, moving up to her clit, where he began to suckle her honey-laced nub.
Nelle cried out again, her hips and ass jumping up off the bed. Slade growled, no chance of him letting up.
“Oh, Slade,” Nelle whimpered as she reached down and touched his head.
Slade returned that with a grunting growl. He hated the idea of feelings being involved here. He just wanted the feeling of Nelle’s wet cunt supplying him with warmth.
Yeah, but tell that to the outlaw’s racing, pounding heart…
Slade kissed up Nelle’s body, leaving her breathing heavily, inches and seconds from an intense orgasm. She determined that Slade was indeed an evil man.
He stripped her of her shirt and took off her bra in such a fast, swift motion, Nelle hadn’t realize she was topless until she felt Slade’s mouth move over her left breast. His tongue racing against her knotted nipple. His teeth then tugging for a second.
His hands scooped her body up, lifting her with ease, carrying her to the top of the bed. Nelle was almost naked. Her panties were still in the way. She reached down and Slade pushed her hands away. He stood at the side of the bed, jeans open, rock-hard cock throbbing, standing perfectly tall like a steel beam.
With the curl of his lip, Slade grabbed at Nelle’s panties and tore them in a fraction of a second. Nelle grabbed the sheets on the bed. Slade then pulled her ripped panties away and threw them across the room.
He stepped out of his boots and joined Nelle in bed. He surprised Nelle when he wanted to kiss her. Not just a little kiss. Or a sloppy kiss.
Slade. Kissed. Nelle. Properly.
She turned toward him and leaned into him. Slade pushed his jeans down and kicked them off. Nelle pushed his leather cut down his right shoulder. It only took a handful of seconds and a quick break from kissing for Slade to take his shirt off.
Now they were both fully naked.
Slade pulled Nelle against him, needing to feel her warm body. His hands explored from the back of her neck down to the curve of her ass. As Slade’s tongue teased Nelle’s mouth she realized…
I’m tasting myself. My own wetness. I’m tasting my own pussy.
The thoughts raced through Nelle’s mind. They ceased right away though when Slade flipped her around. Tossing her to her left side, her back now facing Slade’s front. Slade reached around Nelle’s body and pulled her against him. She felt his cock against her back and she groaned.
Slade moved his cock a second later, right between her legs, pressing against her body. As Slade growled he bit at Nelle’s right earlobe.
“I love your cunt, sweetheart,” he whispered to her.
“Then take it,” Nelle purred. “Take it. Fuck it. It’s all yours, Slade.”
Slade pressed himself against Nelle. Feeling her soft cunt. Plump and ready. One thrust and he was inside her.
Slade’s right hand cupped Nelle’s right breast, but only for a moment. His hand dipped down between her legs to finish what was started with his tongue. Nelle’s hips bucked as the orgasm attacked instantly. She reached back and clawed at Slade’s ass. Wanting him. Needing him. Feeling his ass flexing as he pumped his cock harder and faster as she came.
His fingers moved from her clit, back up her body, wetness trailing up to her breasts again. This time Slade cupped her breast and pulled, making her turn, giving him access to her chest.
His mouth latched onto her breast. His fingers were right back down between her legs, stroking her clit. One orgasm easily became a second one. Nelle’s toes curled so tight her leg muscles felt ready to explode. Slade’s mouth remained aggressive, pulling away from her breast and seeking her mouth once more.
Slade felt something more than just fucking a beautiful woman. He resisted it. He fought it. But with each thrust of his cock, he felt it…
He even moved himself over Nelle, making her turn face down on the bed.
Fucking her.
His hands on the bed, grunting and thrusting as hard as he could. Nelle matched his movements…
Slade moved to his knees and pulled her hips back, bringing Nelle to her knees too. Fucking her from behind. His hands touching her hips, her ass, looking at his initials tattooed on her ass cheek. He dug his thumbs into her back, climbing up… one hand grabbing her hair, the other grabbing the back of her neck.
Nelle purred and called out…
Slade couldn’t take it anymore. There was nothing Nelle could possibly do to drive him away now. It was more than just fucking her.
Slade pulled himself out of her perfect cunt and looked down at his cock. Hard. Soaked with her honey.
Nelle looked back at him. The look on his face…
Nelle rolled to her back and opened her legs. She reached for Slade.
For her man. For her outlaw. For her… lover…
Slade moved forward, entering her again. Nelle grabbed at Slade’s huge, muscle-laced arms. Slade couldn’t even blink. He couldn’t believe this…
This was more than ink on her ass. More than protection. More than whiskey stained promises.
“Fuck,” he grunted under his breath.
This whole thing… was starting to feel like… love…