Outcasts (Badlands 3)

Brat angled her hips, allowing me to bottom out. She shut her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip trying to muffle her moans.

“Open your eyes, Brat, don’t fight it. Let me hear how good my dick feels.” I grabbed her tits, firmly, and squeezed, kneading the shit out of them.

Hey eyes flew open same time as her mouth, giving me and Cobra what we both wanted.

He groaned again, the sound had my own balls lifting and brat digging her nails into my wrists, pleading with her sexy ass eyes she wanted to come. I pulled one hand away and slapped her clit, rubbing the sting away with my fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, locking her legs behind my ass.

I slapped her clit again, forcefully powering pounding into her as her pussy locked down like a vice, come covering my length.

“Goddamn,” I heard Cobra huff as he busted his nut, barely audible beneath Brat’s screams of pleasure.

It wasn’t until I was on my back, so sweaty I was sticking to the sheets, savoring the taste of Brat’s pussy that I realized he was gone.

She lay on top of me, her trembling frame fitting perfectly with mine.

“My real name is Gerald

,” I randomly told her, my voice a little gravellier than usual.

“Gerald is a stupid fuckin name,” she laughed, still out of breath.

I lightly slapped her ass and smirked. It was a stupid fucking name.

Chapter Twenty

Cobra came bargin into the room just as I finished scrambling to button my shorts.

I could smell the smoke outside the windows from the fires being started around the town. The call of carrion birds and people shoutin is what had awakened me, though.

“How the hell did they find us again?” I asked, hearin another scream from down below.

“Well, Dreads, is missing, so I think that’s our answer.

“Where the fuck’s Grimm?” I finished lacing my boot, tossed my hair up in a ponytail, and followed Cobra out into the hall.

He’d been snuggled up right behind me, freshly showered when I dozed again.

I had lots of questions about, Parker, who’d suddenly been demoted to, ‘Dreads,’ but I figured getting out of the building was a better option to start with.

Katya and Blue were at the top of the stairs. Kat looked ready to kick ass, whereas Blue looked like she was about to have a full blown heart attack.

I made sure she stayed behind us as we descended. The first thing I saw was an acolyte shoving a damn sword through the lower groin of a Venom fucker.

“They arrived right before the last group did,” Cobra explained, helpin me off the last stair. I smiled when his silver eyes searched my face, assuring him all was peachy between us after the earlier event.

I liked having another man watch Grimm have his way with me, I didn’t know the logistics, but it made me feel good.

The redhead who had greeted us was cowering behind the bar, the bartender lying dead beside her, his throat making a perfect, gaping O.

Another one of the girl’s was flat on her back beside the card table, the whole back portion of her head missing. The exposed brain matter looked like raw hamburger meat.

Aside from those minor casualties, the other three bodies belonged to men with the V tattoo. Six acolytes stood around the room like lethal sentries, all in their signature long black robes and white masks with the inverted cross. These satanic fuckers were really startin to grow on me.

“Let’s go. They got him at the church.” Grimm’s voice boomed as he came in the front door.

“I’m driving,” he directed at Cobra, coming to grab my hand.