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You were lying on your stomach, ass raised and head in the pillows as the outlaw licked at you, holding your ass and rimming it with his tongue. Before he finally dipped his tongue inside, making you squirm with the gentle pleasure that tingled over your skin. You shuddered a little more and looked over you shoulder with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, fuck that's good..." You whispered. "D-Don't stop, please..." Your tone came out panted and breathy.
Snake Eyes simply hummed is acknowledgement against your ass, he was always a man of such little words; you hardly know how you co-erced him into even do this. You'd been performing, flirting, your eyes set on bagging him that night. He said loosely, subtly, he didn't go for fellas. Usually. And you asked to be the exception of the month.
Shit, you didn't know he'd agree. Those harsh eyes had bore into you like you were whorehouse folk. Dismissive for a moment, before a little mirth glimmered beneath them.
"Don't bite off more than y' can chew." He'd muttered, tipping his hat over his eyes.
"Well, I figure I'd be a lil' more tender than to bite."
Snake Eyes had cast you a sideways glance. Not a cruel one at least.
"Maybe a few nips here and there but I'm gentle with my mouth." You'd continued.
"Y' don't talk like it."
"Well I doubt y ' be either. Rough nor gentle, ya walk around like 'em sexless patriots."
"Y' wanna find out that bad, sugar?"
And that was what had gotten you here.
Being rimmed by one of the most Wanted outlaws.
His tongue sweeping and brushing along the seam of your hole, teasing at the tight ring of muscle there until it made your body shiver in pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip and arched into the touch, subcinsciously, wantonly. After a few more minutes of sweet adminstrations, he pulled his mouth away; granting you sweet reprieve of cold air and a pause of stimulation.
A short reprieve to say the least, it seemed he was intent on not having you think of him to be so inexperienced. No 'sexless patriot'. He clicked his tongue at you gently like you were some animal - shame, because you replied to it, turning your head obediently.
You earned a huff of amusement and a short phrase. "Someone's obedient." To which, you smiled a little your eyes tracing over his shirtless form. He was muscular, tall and broad in the shoulders. He was also fucking hung. You could tell by the light strain in his pants already. A tattoo wrapped his neck, his torso bare excluding a small chest tattoo and the few that rode up his arms. The blue tattoo of his name on his left pec gleamed in the low light that filtered through your window from outside.
Maverick.
"Yer...beautiful" You breathed, crawling over to him, your hands curling on his hard chest.
He chuckled, running his calloused fingers over your soft curls and kissing you deeply, pulling away only when you gasped. He leaned down again to press soft kisses into your neck and jawline.
"Beautiful?" He repeated softly, pressing another kiss to your lips. "And what should I say fer you? So fuckin' slutty...''
That was all it took, you couldn't take anymore. The tension in your body broke and all that came out was a needy moan. Snake Eyes seemed to note on this, dragging his tongue against your throat, sucking and nibbling and leaving marks behind. The feeling made you dizzy, but you tilted your head back gently. There was no way you could deny a beautiful voice such as his. His hand slid to your back, tugging you closer. One of yours snaked under his head, stroking his hair, then sliding around to cup his dick through the cloth. His low groan rumbled in his chest, the vibrations rippling through your body.
Your hips bucked forward against his erection, seeking attention to that part of you that ached, throbbed and begged for a little pounding. Snake Eyes chuckled, moving your legs. They wrapped around his waist and he pressed closer to you. You could feel his hardness pressed between your legs as the angle changed. You didn't hesitate much. Popping open buttons to free what you were really here for. His cock.
Hey, he made yours look fucking tiny and you'd considered yourself pretty blessed down there. Your finger rubbed over the slit of his cock tentatively, eliciting an impatient grunt from him.
"Easy, big boy." You chimed gently, teasingly. He shifted underneath you, trying everything to keep that stoic demenaour.
The sensation sent a rush of heat through your body and your own dick twitched against your leg.
"Behave." He muttered.
"Oh?" You smiled, "Or what?" Your thumb brushing circles over his tip.
You felt his dick twitch against your fingers and you chuckled, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips. You were panting slightly. Eager, so eager to get onto him. He was sat slightly upright, his shoulders against the headboard, but that angle was perfect for you. "Well?" You goaded again, "Or wha-"
"Alright, alright!" He snapped, grabbing your hips. "I'm gonna have to put a muzzle on ya, sugar. It'll take some time to work through y' " He gritted out, his hands coming down to grasp your thighs.
You giggled, pressing your forehead to his, "Well, if we're working through me, maybe ya won't need a muzzle, will ya?" You teased, "I'll play nice. Y' got my attention now don'tcha?"
"Y' talk too much." He said simply as he lowered you onto him. You cried out, surprised by the sudden change. You hadn't expected him to just pull you down onto him in the first place. Then again, you'd never heard a cowboy speak like that before. That was definitely new. The muscles flexing under you, the hot, wet slide of his cock against your ass. Oh, how he felt. His hips pushed in and you let a pitifully loud moan get past your lips, grasping at his shoulders to ground yourself. God, he was so hard, his shaft pulsing, you could feel every ridge, vein and muscle. He was thick and smooth, like velvet and silk. His lips brushed across your cheek, "Mhmm. Gonna keep ya quiet, huh?"
You whimpered, the noise sounding foreign to your own ears. He chuckled, shifting his hips forward a bit. You let out a gasp and buried your face into his neck.
"Y' wanna ride, darlin'?" His husky voice was low and deep.
You nodded eagerly, biting lightly at his collarbone as you moved up and down on his length. He groaned, your walls tightenening around him, you wanted more. More friction, more movement, more.
Your fingers dug into the back of his shoulders and you moaned again, feeling him grow harder, deeper. You felt so full, so loved. With a heavy whimper you kissed his neck softly, moving your hips with a tender bounce, acclimatising yourself to the size. "Mnngh...Oh, gods..." You managed to draw out. "Maaveerickk...mn..."
"Ain't no gods here..." Snake Eyes scoffed, "Little whore, cryin' my name. "He rolled his hips with a little more intensity as you said his name.
"I ain't no whore!" You pouted, "Just...want y."
"That's what a whore'd say. You're a good boy. Good boys don't go around beggin' fer a fuckin'."
"I didn't beg y'." You huffed.
He smiled, flipping the position so he was over you, ans you lay on your back partially winded. "Y' shoulda begged for mercy then." He whispered, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, holding your legs up.
Your moans were swallowed by his lips and his hips began to snap back and forth, hitting your prostate with every thrust.
You gripped his biceps, crying out in pleasure, "Oh fuck...! " Any curse, any phrase or sound that left your lips seemed to make him double down. Your nails clawed at his arms as he pounded into you, the friction making you writhe. Every part of your body was alive with the fire of his pleasure.
You'd been fucked before, many times, but this was different. This was new, raw and passionate. You weren't getting the fuck you'd been craving.
You were getting the fuck you needed.
Thighs trembling, you clenched around him, your body aching, tears streaming down your face and your climax teetering. You needed release, your hips were grinding, pushing against him and your toes curled as you whimpered, a hiccuped sob of a moan escaping your mouth.
Snake Eyes grinned, "What's the matter, pretty thing?" He was panting, fuck if that didn't do it for you, you don't know what would. The thought that you could do that to him; the outlaw, the legend, the ruthless killer. "Y' look like a bitch in heat. I wonder what the townsfolk'd say, seeing the pretty little whore in the saloon get fucked by a murderer." He laughed darkly and his voice sounded strained and deep.
"If I were a whore would they think I deserved it?" You panted, reaching up to run your fingers along his jaw line.
He chuckled lowly and nuzzled into the hand, his skin rough yet soft. "Probably," He breathed. He pressed his forehead against yours, "They'd be right."
You blinked at him. Words caught in your throat as he leaned down, kissing you as he began to thrust again, deep and hard. You were panting and whimpering, clenching against him, your legs shaking. He was pounding harder and faster, slamming into you, your climax was so close and you were practically sobbing, your body a live wire of ecstasy.
Fuck...
Snake Eyes laughed and slowed down, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at you. "Y' see the way y' get me, darlin'?"
You tried to nod, your body was too sensitive to even be thinking. Hell, you didn't even know how to form thoughts anymore. His tongue slid into your mouth and your eyelids fell closed as he began to thrust again. You were moaning and gasping, hands grabbing at the dark man, your nails drawing blood from his skin. You wanted more, needed more, had to have more. It was addictive. All you could think about was the fact you needed more of him. His name spilling from you like a prayer of salvation.
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Aftercare was not something you'd expected from Snake Eyes. He'd even let you wear his hat while he gently cleaned you up. It was huge on you, covering nearly half of your face.
The mess was mainly his fault anyways. He wasn't exactly known for being gentle about cleaning himself after a round of lovemaking. And he'd really taken you to Poundtown. Not that you had any complaints - you enjoyed it, alot.
"Thanks" You said softly. Watching him wipe away the fluids on your abdomen and then ass. He glanced up at you for a little affirmation; as if to say, 'May I?'
You pulled his hat over your face and nodded, flushed. Shuddering a little as his careful fingers tried to dig out any excessive cum from your hole.
"Sorry," He murmured, running his fingers over the area once more. You sucked in a breath at his touch, arching your back. He sighed, leaning down to press his lips against your stomach. You shivered at the touch, " I didn' mean ta hurt ya, sugar. I just wanted t' give yer a little somethin' to remember me by."
"It'd be hard to forget y'."
He looked at you through his lashes, he'd have to admit, he sure liked the sight of you in his hat. It was cute. You were so beautiful when he saw you like that, all messy and flushed from passion. His fingers lingered a few moments longer before he pulled his shirt off and tossed it carelessly aside. He turned his gaze back to your face, smiling. "C'mere. " He clicked his tongue again and you crawled toward him.
You straddled his waist and he wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you close until your bodies were flush together. "This is comfy. Ain't it sweetheart? Ya cuddlin' with the deadliest man in the West."
He smirked, wrapping his other arm around your shoulder.
"Mmhmmm" You hummed, curling your knees around his waist and resting your head on his chest. You listened as the steady beats of his heart beat against your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed and sleep started creeping up on you. "Don't let me fall asleep." You mumbled. "Y' can stay 'til mornin', right?"
He did not reply.
"Wake me up before then?"
Silence.
"Please."
Finally he spoke, "For a whore yer emotional."
"I wanna see y ' off."
"Sleep for now."