Free Owned by the Outlaw by Jenika Snow Page A

the tip to her entrance.
    “I’ll try and go slow, but fuck, baby, I am so damn
turned on right now.” His chest expanded, his muscles contracted, and he looked
up at her. “And my bear wants out to tear you the fuck up.” He held her gaze
with his own for several seconds, maybe seeking her approval of actually going
this far. No way in hell Molly was going to stop this.
    “I don’t want easy and slow. I just want you to fuck
me.” She lifted her hand, dug her nails into his thick biceps, and felt the
muscles clench under her hold. She knew the touch had to be painful, but she
could also tell he liked receiving that sting of pain as much as she did. They
both liked their ecstasy as much as their agony, and
maybe that was what had drawn them together … two identical souls seeking out a
mutual night of primal surrender.
    God, where the
hell had that thought come from?
    He pushed the head of his dick inside of her, and
all thoughts left her. Their gazes locked as he shoved every last inch of his
thick cock into her so hard and fiercely that she jerked up on the bed. Her
mouth parted on a silent cry as he stretched her to the point that tears built
in the corner of her eyes.
    “ Christ ,” he
gritted out as he let his head fall back slightly, and the tendons in his neck
became visible. He didn’t move within her, didn’t pound his shaft into her cunt
even though she could tell he wanted to, but instead stayed within her
motionless.
    The seconds moved by, and she knew he was grappling
with his self-control. She swore she could see his body growing bigger and
thicker, and knew that his bear was truly trying to come out. Maybe Molly should
have been frightened, but the thought that a man like Stinger couldn’t even
control himself with her was a heady, intoxicating feeling. He might be
physically superior to her, but in this instance she was the stronger one. He
started thrusting back and forth, harder and faster until small gasps left her
own their own.   She dug her nails even
further into his flesh, and he hissed out and looked down at her.
    “I’m trying to be a man and not an animal, Molly.”
His pupils constricted and dilated over and over again, as if he was fighting
with his bear.
    “I’ve been with a man before. Right now I want you,
bear and all.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and she wondered for only a
second if she should regret saying them. The sound that came from Stinger was
so masculine and untamed she had never heard anything like it before. And then
he was pulling out and slamming back into her, faster and more forcefully than
when he first penetrated her. All she could do was hold on and ride out the
wave of pleasure he was creating inside of her.
    He leaned back enough that he could watch as he
plowed in and out of her. “Put your hands above your head,” he said but didn’t
look at her face.
    Molly did has he said, and when she was stretched
out before him he took hold of both of her wrists in one of his hands and
tightened his hold on her. Sweat coated her skin, and his body moved along
hers, slicked with his own perspiration. Their breathing was loud in the small
room, and even though she wanted to cry out because it felt so good, nothing
came from her. But the sounds that Stinger made had goose bumps popping out
along her flesh, and had her pussy becoming even wetter. His dark hair brushed
his chin, but because he was just as sweaty as she was they stuck to his
temple. This powerful expression was on his face, but he was looking at her
now, right at her, and she swore he could see right into her soul.
    “You think this is the only time I’ll fuck you?” He
slammed into her hard. “You think I’ll be satisfied with this one night, Molly?”
He pumped into her again, harder than last time, and hit something deep and
sensitive, something had had her pussy clenching around his cock
uncontrollably. “That’s it, fucking milk my cock until we both come.” He thrust
again and