Deviants (Badlands 2)

We walked a little further, following a well worn path through the woods. Soon enough, the sound of voices met my ears as the trees began to flare out in a circle and a clearing came into view.

“We’re going to a trailer park?” Arlen asked incredulously.

“We’re going back to where we grew up.” Grimm answered.

Grew up? The closer we got, the more I wondered how that was remotely possible.

If they left The Order and ended up here, did that mean Rome’s dad was around?

“I didn’t know meeting O.G Grimm was on today’s task list,” Arlen muttered, wiping chocolate tendrils off her sweaty forehead.

Romero abruptly stopped walking, making me run into his back. Without turning around, he slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. His mouth was on mine before I could ask what he wanted.

Like a puppet with its string being pulled, I responded without a second thought. I wrapped my arms around his neck, happily accepting his hungry kiss. Suddenly desperate to feel his body, I molded against him. He shamelessly grabbed my ass, pressing his hard dick into my lower stomach. Neither of us gave a shit about having an audience. This man turned me into a nymphomaniac.

“Well, damn,” Arlen sighed wistfully.

Someone laughed. It sounded like Grimm.

Romero pulled away just as Cobra told everyone we would catch up. I grinned up at him, keeping my arms around his neck.

“What was that about?” I asked, clearing my throat when I heard how breathless I sounded.

“I haven’t been inside you in hours. What if I told you I wanted to bend you over and fuck you right here with everyone we consider a friend just a few feet away?”

“Well, I would tell you that since we’re in the middle of the woods, you’d better make it dirty and fuck me hard enough that they hear me screaming your name.”

His midnight hues almost seemed to darken. He put his hands on my hips and forcefully walked me backward, already pushing down my jeggings.

Without warning, he spun me around and pushed my cheek against a tree. My pants were pulled down to just above the knee, and my feet were nudged apart.

At the unmistakable sound of his zipper going down my body elated with anticipated pleasure.

I whimpered and gripped the tree-trunk when he slid the smooth head of his cock up and down my lips, teasing me with his barbell.

“Fuck, Cali, your pussy is already soaking my dick.” He gathered a handful of my hair into a tight ponytail and drove into me, forcing me up onto my tiptoes.

The height difference made him feel incredibly deep. My legs attempted to spread further apart on their own, getting trapped by the fabric of my pants.

I curled my fingers into the rigid bark, feeling every thick inch of him sliding in and out of me, hitting the cushion at the end of my pussy.

“Jesus, Rome.” I tightened my grip just as he tightened his. The muscles in my legs burned fiercely and my cheek was starting to sting.

“You like it?”

“Yes!” I cried out, struggling to breathe around the moans building in my chest.

He leaned in, burying himself deeper with a grunt. His mouth found my shoulder and bit down. Not a second later, he pulled me away from the tree without a word and shoved me down to the dirt on all fours.

He bore down on me, easily sliding right back in, fingers d

igging into my hip so hard I knew I’d have a new bruise but I didn’t care. Sweat rolled off him and dripped onto me. My own perspiration had the dust settling on my skin.

Arousal slid down my inner thighs and formed a vacuum around his dick. I clawed at the dirt and tried to shift off the twig digging into my knee.

“Come for me, baby,” he cooed, letting go of my hip to assault my clit. His name spilled from my lungs and echoed across the treetops. I felt my pussy lock down on him like a vise, squeezing his come out as he came with me.

“I could overdose on you.” He nipped my ear and slowly pulled out.