The Outlaw's Dirty Dancer (8 page)

Chapter Eight

Brick was trying to kill her. That was the only logical reasoning she could come up with on why he wouldn’t let her come, yet continued to tease her in such a way that she was literally begging him. He even licked her ass, and she had never had man down there before. He talked so filthy, telling her he was going to fuck her cunt and then her ass. She was frightened and turned on, and didn’t even know how to breathe anymore. He flipped her onto her back, and before she could grasp what he was about to do he
tore
her bra away with such force her breasts jiggled from side to side. The way she was breathing, harsh and fast, had her stomach hollowing out with each inhalation. He was on his knees between her thighs, and although the lights were off there was a glow from the streetlamps that spilled through the window. She didn’t even care that someone could see what they were doing, and in fact that thought had a fresh gush of moisture leaving her.

 
Darra looked over her shoulder and skimmed her eyes over that sleeve tattoo she had stared at earlier. She followed the sharp, swirling lines up his forearm, along his bulging bicep, and continued to follow his dark path as it moved over his shoulder and covered one whole
pec
. The design looked intricate, detailed, and angry almost in the way it was etched into his flesh.

Darra hadn’t had much time to take in the full naked form of this man, but she took a few precious moments to look at his hard, ripped abdomen, the hairless flesh of his entire chest, and moved lower until she was staring at the very impressive length between his muscular thighs. His cock was thick and long, but he was big all over, so his shaft being just as impressive wasn’t too much of a surprise. Her pussy clenched on its own at the thought of him trying to work all of that flesh into her. Darra was no virgin by any means, but she had certainly never been with a shifter, or a man that was that well-endowed, and even though she knew it would fit, he would really have to shove it into her. He’d stretch her, fill her completely, and own every part of her.

He gripped the root of his dick and started stroking himself from base to tip. He did this over and over, his eyes trained on the junction between her spread thighs. His whole body seemed tense, but he showed nothing in the form of expressions. This was what she wanted, so very badly. Darra was sick of tiptoeing around things, or worrying about what the next day held. Tonight was going to be something she didn’t forget, and what she had initiated.

“The way you’re looking at me is making it really fucking hard to not mount you right now and fuck you, Darra.” He spoke low, deep, and kept his eyes on her pussy as he pumped his hand up and down his dick. But he didn’t allow her time to respond, because he moved closer until the front of his thighs pressed against the back of hers. He grabbed her waist and flipped her over until she was now on her back. Taking hold of both of her thighs right behind the knees, he pushed her legs back until they were pressed tightly to her chest. Her pussy was right there for him to stare at. “Reach around and pull your cunt lips apart, baby. I want to see how wet and pink that flesh of yours is.”

A small mewling noise left her, because it only took dirty words coming from Brick to have
her a
pliant mess. Darra did as he said, curled her fingers right next to her labia, and pulled them back. There was a wet sound of her flesh parting, and Brick started breathing harder. The hot puffs of his air hit her pussy from the force of his hard breathing, and it felt like a damn hot poker going over her sensitive flesh. Darra didn’t move from her position even though she really wanted to reach up and trace her fingers along his tattoo, and then curl her fingers into his hard chest and pull him closer to her. But Brick didn’t make her wait long to feel his body pressed against hers, because he moved an inch closer, let go of her leg to grip his cock, and pressed the head of his erection to the opening of her body. She grew still, didn’t breathe, and waited for the inevitable burn and delicious stretch of him pushing into her.

“I need this, Brick.”

They held each other’s stares, but he didn’t give her the relief she wanted, and instead started moving his cockhead up and down her cleft, brushing it back and forth over her engorged and sensitive clit, and then moved it back down to run circles around her pussy hole. “Beg me for it again.” His expression was hard, unrelenting.

How many damn times did he need her to beg him for it? But for as much as he was a clear sadist in his desires, Darra was a masochist for his touch. “Fuck me, Brick. Fuck me like you own me.” She never would have thought she’d utter words like that, but the fact was she already felt owned by Brick, and in a strange way she felt as though she owned a part of him, too.

 
He made this low growl, and she blinked when she saw the flicker of his animal move across his face, watched his already huge body swell even more, knowing he was trying to hold back from shifting. That should have scared the shit out of her, but instead a gush of moisture left her.

“I’m not going to take you slow, not going to be gentle.” He continued rubbing the crown of his dick against her. “I’m going to take you as hard as you told me you wanted. I’m going to fuck you, claim you, and have you never forgetting that you’re mine, Darra.” Those weren’t just words, but a dark promise, and she could hear it in his voice, feel it in his touch, and see it in his eyes.

“I know, Brick, and I want that.” There was no taking back those words.

His nostrils flared, and then he was pushing his dick right into her, stretching her wide and to the point that the pain mixed with the pleasure and tears burst free from her eyes. It hurt, having such a huge cock inside of her, and although she was soaking wet for him, it was still painful. But God, did the agony feel good. When he was deep inside of her, his balls pressed tightly to her ass, he stilled. There was this tight expression on his face, and she swore she saw a tremor work its way through his body before he regained his control once more.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot, baby.” He closed his eyes, and when she squeezed her inner muscles around him he thrust his hips forward, as if he hadn’t been able to stop himself. A deep groan mixed with a growl left him, and he snapped his eyes open. “Baby, you’re going to be really fucking sore when I’m done with you.” He grinned, but it was one of sadistic satisfaction, and she had no doubt he’d deliver on that promise.

 
But Darra wanted him to do that, wanted to be able to sit down and feel the remnants of his passion. God, she felt like some kind of sick animal needing this male to take her in the most brutal of ways. Was there something wrong with her, or was this how it was supposed to be? Did it really matter as long as she liked it, craved it, and needed it? No, nothing mattered except right there and now.

 
In a swift move he pulled her arms up and over her head, and secured both of her wrists in one of his big hands above her head. The sight and feel of his strength made her feel so small, and she’d never considered herself as such. She certainly didn’t have the “typical” stripper body that was all legs, defined hip bones, and big fake breasts. But Darra was happy with her thicker, curvier body, loved that she was curvier, even if some considered her fat. But Brick looked at her like she made his mouth water, and because of the way he talked about what he wanted to do, and proved that by touching her so
possessively,
she felt beautiful and wanted in a way she had never felt before.

Continuing to hold her hands above her head, and feeling the slight sting from his firm grip, all Darra could do was hold on for what she knew would define everything else between them from this day forward. He placed his other hand on the curve of her waist and started pulling out of her slowly this time, but when just the crown of his dick was lodged inside of her, he shoved back in just as forcefully as the first time. He did
this
three different times before he slammed into her with so much power on the fourth thrust that she moved up the bed an inch. Her breasts shook almost violently, and a gasp of pleasure/pain left her.

“Yeah, that’s it. That is
so
fucking it.” He stared at her breasts as he really started working his dick in and out of her, but she didn’t need to look down at her chest to know the mounds were shaking wildly from the motion.

She could feel the almost violent nature of their rocking as Brick moved in and out of her. Her nipples felt tight and hard, and the chill in the air only made her skin pucker even further. Sweat started to bead along his brow, and she watched as one bead slipped down his temple and fell onto her heaving belly. It felt like acid on her flesh, scorching her skin, but making her
want
more. The pressure Brick had on her wrists was uncomfortable but arousing, painful but filled with ecstasy. This wasn’t about abuse, but of her needing this, allowing, and being the one to consent to this on every single level.

He fucked her long and hard, and soon sweat coated both of their bodies in a slick sheen. “I’m never going to get enough, Darra.” He slammed into her, and the root of his cock hit her clit, and sent a delicious shock of electricity through her whole body. “No one will have you but me.” Another hard thrust into her. “No male will look at you, touch or, or even think about having you.” He pumped into her again and again, cementing his words. “You’ll say it, Darra, you’ll fucking say you’re only mine.” He had an ironclad grip on her wrists with one hand and the same powerful hold on her hip with the other.

Maybe she should have told him to fuck off, that she wouldn’t make that kind of statement, because she didn’t belong to anyone but herself. But was she going to say that to him? No, because truth
be
told she wanted to be Brick’s more than anything else. He made her feel alive, wanted, and everything in between. “You know I’m yours. Now let me come and stop being a sadistic asshole.”

He growled and tightened his hold on both points of her body. “I’m in charge, Darra, and you and I both know that is how you like it, isn’t it?”

Darra knew if she told him to stop he would, in a heartbeat, but he wasn’t lying when he said those words. She did want this type of branding from him. “Yes, Brick.
God
, yes.”
She arched her back, thrusting her chest out, and pleading over and over again for more like some kind of nympho. He placed the hand that was on her hip between her thighs, pressed his thumb to her clit, and rubbed that hardened bundle of tissue back and forth until she was crying out. The orgasm that crashed through her stole everything from her. She grew lightheaded, and the only thing she could grasp on was the ecstasy, the feel of Brick pounding into her and making that pleasure last, and the deep, guttural words he groaned out.

The sound of their slickened flesh slapping together had the ecstasy crashing through her like turbulent waves along the shore. When her climax ended and she came back to reality, it was to feel Brick pulling out of her. A gasp of disappointment and sensitivity left her, but it was clear he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.

“Now it’s time to fuck this sweet ass, baby.” He let go of her wrists, and blood rushed back to her hands. He flipped her over, and she had to grasp onto her strength and force herself to stay on her hands and knees instead of falling face first into the mattress like she wanted to. He placed his thigh between hers, used enough force to spread her legs as wide as they would go, and placed an open palm on the center of her back. He pushed her upper body forward until her breasts were pressed to the slightly sweat dampened sheets, and then slowly trailed his fingers down her spine. “Have you even been fucked back here, Darra?” He pressed his thumb to her anus, as if she wouldn’t know what he was talking about, and added a little pressure.

She shook her head and buried her face further into the sheets when he added a little more pressure.

“Fucking say the words, baby.”

“No, Brick. No one has had me back there.”

He slapped one of her ass cheeks, and a yelp of surprise left her. But warmth soon replaced the sting as the blood rushed forward. Brick moved a little closer until his shaft was pressed right against her pussy. The deep sounds he made had her shifting against him, but another slap, much harder this time, had a cry of pain coming from her. He smoothed his hand over the cheek of her ass, and moved his other hand around her belly to play with her clit. For a few moments he tormented her with his delicious fingers and thumb along her clit and the lips of her pussy. Then he pulled away and was spanking her on each cheek until she begged him to fuck her again. She was a slut around Brick, but it didn’t feel dirty or wrong. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, the bed dipped for a second as he moved on it, and then she felt the cool wetness of something sliding between her
ass
.
Lube
.
He was lubing her up to fuck her bottom good and hard, and she anticipated it.