Outcasts (Badlands 3)

“What just happened?” Blue asked from behind me.

I didn’t fuckin know, and at that moment, I didn’t care. Four of the men I’d came for would be dead. Three were right in front of me, comin back to my home turf. Four out of five was pretty damn good odds. I didn’t care how they got there. I wanted them so badly I was nearly salivating at the mouth.

Vance’s eyes locked with mine and I think he got the message clearly.

His ass was mine. Literally.

Chapter Twenty-Three

We rode in the backseat this time.

For the first few hours we exchanged theories on what the hell kinda information Vitus could possibly have that made him feel so invincible.

“Vitus is naturally going to take his father’s place. If you want to live out here, there’s one man you don’t make an enemy of. Sure as shit what his dad did,” Cobra vented.

I’d worked that out already. I was on to more pressin matters.

Like the fact that my muscles were feelin my warrior moves from a bit ago, that I’d just faced the men who’d put me in this position in the first place, and how badly I wanted Grimm right then.

Our prisoners were bein transported in the back of a large, windowless van between two SUVs. I stared out the window at the black sky for a minute before adjusting my head in Grimm’s lap.

He was replying to Cobra when I reached for his zipper. I worked it down, and adjusted again so I could slide my hand down his pants. His cock was already hard, clearly, he felt how I did. We just wanted to kill and fuck. Nothin was wrong with that.

He was solid and warm in my hand. He lifted slightly, allowin me to free him. His erection stood tall and proud in the darkness of the backseat. I encircled it, rubbing a throbbing vein with my thumb.

It was so smooth.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcibly guiding my mouth down onto his cock, making me take him all.

I fought not to gag as the head hit the back of my throat. Grippin him with my hands, I lay on my side and started sucking him hard.

This I’d done quite a few times before. I knew how to cup his balls, swirl the tip of my tongue around his silky tip, and deep throat him back to back.

During a small lapse in silence, I was certain the suction noise echoed around the car. Knowin they heard me had my blood crusted thighs clenchin together.

I worked him harder, moanin in delight at the first taste of his pre-come. He scooped up some of the saliva running down my face, and then slid his hands down the back of my shorts, using it to lube between my cheeks before easin two fingers inside my puckered hole. The burn was delicious.

As he finger-fucked my ass, I eagerly sucked his dick.

I was a whore, greedy for his come to spray across my tongue as our friends sat in the front seat. My breathin became impossible to control. I wondered if I could get off with his thumb working my rim.

Poppin his cock out of my mouth, I turned my cheek into his lap, licking his plushy sack before gently easin his right nut between my lips, then the left, paying them equal attention.

I felt his abdominal muscles tightening, and heard him tell Cobra to watch the road, a breathy laugh following.

“Put my dick in your mouth,” he gruffly commanded, turning me onto my stomach.

I did as he said, easily slipping his saliva drenched member back where it belonged. He took hold of my hair again, and proceeded to savagely fuck my face, driving his fingers in and out of my ass at the same tempo.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised.

When he twitched, I was ready. He didn’t warn me, didn’t even have to force me lower.

“Goddamn, Brat. Fuck,” he cursed softly, grippin my hair so hard my eyes stung.

I happily deep throated as he came, milkin his balls so I got every drop, feelin the tangy liquid slide down my throat.

After a complimentary twirl around his tip, I tucked his cock away before lying on my back again. I knew my face was a wet mess, just like my eyes were watering from his grip on my hair and makin myself not gag; I smiled up at him anyway.