The Outlaw Stakes His Claim (16 page)

“So, you know about what a fucked-up and worthless
person I am.” He chuckled, but it was humorless.

Hope let those words hang between
them,
let what he had said sink in. He was a roughened man who was very much the
strong and silent type. But what she did know was that he was also a very
passionate person in what he did, and his emotions were just as powerful as the
rest of him. Without thinking and just reacting, like he had told her he did on
every occasion, she straddled his waist. Sex was the last thing on her mind,
but what she was going for was for Dallas to realize she was right here, that
he wasn’t alone, and that she felt his pain as deeply as her own. “There is
nothing that I can say that would make you feel any less guilt. And there is
nothing I can do that would make you feel any better about yourself or what
happened.”

She held each side of his face in her hands and
stared into his eyes. The short beard that covered his cheeks and jaw was rough
against her palms. The ruggedly handsome quality and the deep compassion that
he held inside stunned her. His blond hair hung loosely around his face, and
the sharp slash of his eyebrows over his light green eyes were as masculine as
they were beautiful. He had one of those strong noses, a set of full lips, and
a square jaw. On the outside he was the epitome of what she thought a man
should look like: powerfully built, not handsome in the classical sense, dangerous,
and protective. But she could see the real Michael Stoker, the one that was
slowly dying on the inside because he couldn’t see himself moving forward and
realizing that no amount of guilt could make the past any different. Hearing
all of this from him made her realize that she wasn’t alone in her issues, and
that all it took was one person to understand what the other one going through.
They could get through this. They just needed to be there for each other.

“Since I saw you standing there on the side of the
road, not caring that the rain was soaking you, I knew there was so much more
to you, Dallas.” She moved her hand down to his chest and pressed her palm over
his heart. “I knew there was something in here, Dallas, something that made me
notice that you had so much to offer, even though you didn’t see it in
yourself.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes when she ran
her thumb along his bottom lip. “I’m not good enough for you.”

She wanted to knock some sense into him. “Look at
me.” Hope had never been the take charge kind of person, but for some reason
she felt so much stronger with Dallas. “My entire life I have always thought I
was worthless, ugly, and never good enough for anyone.”

A low growl left him, and he wrapped his arms around
her waist tightly. “Baby, you know that is a fucking lie—”

She placed a finger over his mouth to stop him from
saying anymore, and she smiled when he glowered at her. She cupped his cheeks
again and leaned down to kiss his mouth lightly. “I had an eating disorder for
years, starved myself and then threw up the food I did eat because I felt this
horrendous guilt.” She leaned back and saw the concern on his face. “I became
involved with a guy that showed me the attention no one else would, and I let
myself believe that the things he said to me were because he loved me.” She
felt him tense beneath her body and knew what he was about to say. “No, Dallas,
don’t say anything, just listen, please.”

He clenched his jaw but otherwise stayed silent.

“Long story short, I realized beauty on the outside
was subjective, and even if I never thought I was particularly gorgeous, I
needed to love myself. I got rid of the guy holding me down, got a job using
the degree that I worked my ass off to acquire, moved to Steel Corner, and met
this very bossy and grumpy, but totally genuine man.” She didn’t wait for him
to respond. “I never believed in myself, even after I started keeping my food
down and trying not to look in the mirror with disgust. Even though every day
is a struggle, and when I look I still feel all of my flaws and my insecurities
rise, I keep moving forward. Placing one foot in front of the other and taking
one day at a time is the only thing I can do.” They stared at each other for a
long while, neither saying anything, and her words hanging between them. “It
took me a long time to realize I wasn’t ruined, but that I just needed some
time to figure out my priorities.” She leaned down and kissed him again, and
for the first time in her life she realized the joy of being there for someone
else. Her parents had always been supportive, but they hadn’t known how deep
her depression and the eating disorder had been until she had reached the
bottom.

“I’ll say it again, and again, and again, because it
will always be true.” He leaned in and this time was the one to kiss her. “I am
not good enough for you, but I swear I will spend the rest of my life showing
you that you are a blessing to me.” He took her mouth again, not softly, but
full of possession and need, and matching her own. They might have their own
issues, and those may never full leave, but together they created a perfect
circle.

The kiss turned frantic as they pressed their
tongues together, moved them around in a sexual manner, and repeated the action
until her pulse was racing and her pussy was wet. All it took to get her so
aroused she couldn’t think straight was a kiss from Dallas. Even through her
jeans and his she could feel how rock hard he was. It was like a lead pipe
pressed against her pussy, creating even more wetness and having her clit swell
from her desire. But that kiss and his clenching fingers on her hips started to
take on a faster, more demanding pace. Before she knew what was happening he
had her shirt up and over her head, had her bra pulled down enough that her
breasts spilled free, and had the button of her jeans undone. She was just as
needy as he was and pushed his cut off, working to get his shirt off, too. For
a second all she did was look at his chest and run her hands over the smooth,
tattooed, and hairless skin. A fresh gush of moisture left her when he cupped
her breasts, squeezed the mounds rhythmically, and leaned down to suck her left
nipple into his mouth.

For long, drugging seconds he gently bit at the
turgid peak, and then alternated to her other side. The blood rushed to the
surface as he tormented and teased her, and soon she was grasping the short
strands of his hair and moaning out for more. The sound of a boat in the
distance could be heard, but Hope didn’t care that they were out in the open.
All she wanted was Dallas, right here and now, and for them to put everything
behind them and only focus on each other.

“I am so fucking hard for you, baby.” He murmured
against her breasts but didn’t stop sucking on her flesh.

Hope let her head fall back and closed her eyes. It
felt so good having his warm, wet mouth on her body. It felt even more
incredible to feel his hardness pressed right up against her sensitive flesh.
All Hope could think about was having Dallas rip her pants off, throw her on
the ground and slide this hard, thick length right up inside of her. But they
were so perfectly attuned with each other that she didn’t need to say anything.

In a quick move he was standing with her in his
arms, turned around and had her on her back with his huge body over hers. He pulled
at her jeans with expert hands until they were off of her and thrown to the
side in seconds flat. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, wrenched them
open, and stared at her pussy that was only covered in a thin layer of soaked material.
All she could do was lie there and let him look his fill. But she liked the way
he watched her, with hungry eyes that made her so desperate for his touch that
she was gripping his broad shoulders and pulling him down over her. They kissed
again and she lifted her hips, seeking his hardness that was still confined
behind his jeans. His hands were everywhere on her, touching her pussy, pulling
her panties aside, and rubbing her slick, bare folds until she was muttering
incoherently. She vaguely heard the sound of his zipper being drawn down, of
him shifting above her, and then felt the hot length of his cock press against
her inner thigh. The slickness of his pre-cum at the tip of his shaft moved
along her heated flesh as if it were burning her in only the best of ways. They
continued to kiss, pressed their tongues against one another, and then Dallas
was tearing her panties away. She didn’t bother telling him the ride back might
be a little uncomfortable with denim rubbing on her sure to be sensitive pussy,
because right now she wanted him to fuck her so good and hard that even walking
reminded her of his passion.

With her panties gone and his cock parting the folds
of her pussy, she thought he’d plunge in deep, claim her like he had before,
and make her forget about everything except what was happening right now, but
what he did next surprised the hell out of her. He had her on her belly, her
knees supporting her lower body off the ground, and his hands on the mounds of
her ass before she could even blink. Embarrassment should have been paramount
in the position she was in, but all she felt was the warm breath of Dallas
moving closer. His body heat and the harsh puffs of air that came from him
bathed her ass and pussy and had her closing her eyes as the delicious
sensations moved through her.

“You have no idea the fucking things I want to do to
you.”

“Tell me, Dallas.” She curled her fingers into the
blanket behind her, but he didn’t answer right away, and right when she would
have looked over at him a stinging pain covered on her ass cheeks. Hope snapped
her eyes open at the same time Dallas smacked her other cheek. He did this
repeatedly, alternated between the mounds of her bottom until the blood rushed
to the surface and her skin heated. She had never thought being spanked could
be so erotic and arousing. Soon her flesh grew numb, and the moans came from
her
on their own
.

“I want to fuck this ass real soon, baby.” He
stopped spanking her and spread her ass as open as it would go until the air
touched her anus. “I want to lick and suck at this tight fucking hole.” He was
so close to the area he was speaking of, but he didn’t do anything but whisper
those erotic words.

She felt him place his finger at the entrance of her
pussy, rub the digit around the hole and gather her moisture, and then bring it
up to cover her anus. She parted her lips and closed her eyes again as he ran
his thumb along her hole, moving her wetness around the tight sphincter, and
then started to push his way inside of her. He wasn’t forceful, and didn’t fuck
her with his thumb either. He just gently teased her hole, probed it a little,
and had her on the verge of screaming for it harder. This had never been
something she experienced before, and certainly not something she would have
ever allowed Parker to do to her, if he even would have. But he didn’t go any
further than that, and right when she was getting started and her body was
about to explode from the pleasure he pulled away, to her disappointment.

“In time, baby. I’m going to take every part of your
body in time, but right now I need my cock deep inside of your sweet, tight
pussy.” Dallas moved so quickly that before she knew what was happening he was
on his back and had her hauled on top of him.

She straddled his waist and looked down at him, saw
the strain of his muscles right below his tatted up skin, and pressed her
pelvis down on him. Hope ground herself unabashedly against him, and smeared
her wetness along his lower belly and his cock.

“That’s it, baby, work that wet cunt all over me.”
He held onto her hips, and she felt the sting of his claws from his animal
coming forward prick her skin. But that slight discomfort and pain only led to
her arousal heightening. “Take my cock, Hope, and put it in your hot little
pussy.”

She panted and rose up on her knees, took the root
of his dick in her hand, and squeezed him until he hissed out and curled his
fingers even harder into her flesh. She was so wet her cream slipped from her
and slid down her inner thigh, and she could see that Dallas was watching that
trail with heated approval.

“Do it, baby, slide my big fucking dick all the way
up inside of you.” His chest rose and fell hard. “Don’t torture me. I’m barely
hanging on as it is.”

Again, the prick of his nails into her flesh had
perspiration lining her flesh. She placed the head of his erection at her
entrance and stated to push down. There was that ever-present stretching and
burning sensation as the girth of his cockhead parted her opening. Before she
was even halfway down on his penis he lifted his hips up, shoving the rest of
his cock inside of her. She cried out in pleasure and from the sweet sensation
of agony.

“Yeah, baby.
Christ
,
Hope, you are so tight and wet.” His voice was this deep, serrated sound, like
a sharpened knife moving along her body.

And then she was the one taking control of the
movements. She placed her hands on his firm
pecs
, and
then lifted her hips and pressed all the way down on him. He groaned, and she gasped
in. Hope repeated the action until her breasts shook forcefully from bouncing
up and down on his cock. She felt her pussy grow pliant and impossibly wetter
as she fucked herself on him. Her orgasm was a steady wave inside of her that rose
to violent heights, ready to level anything and everything in its path. It was
like another entity filled her as she moved up and down on top of Dallas. She
dug her nails into his chest, sucked in lungful after lungful of air, and then
finally all of that pleasure broke free and blackness swarmed in front of her
vision.