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    I’d spent so much of my life killing myself in one way or another that I just wanted to feel something. Outlaw men had nearly ruined me so maybe it was time to try a Diablo on for size.
    I stroked the growing bulge of Ray’s erection and leaned forward, crushing my ample breasts against his back. The vibration of the engine between my legs had my pussy growing slick and ready, as I counted the miles to home.
    When Ray pulled up to my driveway, I didn’t care that the yard was overgrown and the paint was peeling. All I cared about was dragging this forbidden man inside and getting a taste of what he was hiding under his jeans.
    Ray pulled his bike around the back, keeping it hidden without my needing to tell him. Here, he was the outsider. The Outlaws may have been scattered and leaderless, but taunting an injured beast never ends well for anyone.
    I lead Ray into my house, nearly dropping the keys as he pressed his body against my back. His erection pressed against my ass, a hard line of need. I finally managed to unfasten the three locks on my door and pull him inside, slamming the door behind us and tossing my jacket on the floor.
    That first time wasn’t about tenderness or romance. Hell, neither of us even got fully naked. The door had barely clicked shut and Ray was on me, peeling the tight leather pants and my skimpy black panties over my hips and down, leaving me bare-assed and hobbled by the tangle of leather around my ankles. My bed was only in the next room, but those few feet felt like miles. Ray bent me over the back of the couch, and I heard the soft snick of his zipper opening.
    Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Ray had his impressively sized cock in his hand, ready to guide it into my welcoming pussy.
    “Yesssss,” I hissed, breaking the silence.
    “You want this?” Ray growled, pressing the head of his cock against my sopping opening. Teasing me, he rubbed his cock over my slick lips, but didn’t push inside.
    “Yeah, I want it bad,” I moaned, knowing I sounded like an over-sexed porn star and not caring in the slightest.
    “So fucking wet,” he murmured. “Do crashes always make you this wet, or just Diablos?”
    I arched my back and pushed my hips back towards him, trying to force him to slip inside my pussy and relieve this aching tension.
    “I wonder if I could make you come just like this?” Ray said, sliding the length of his cock between my lips, coating himself with my juices. His hands cupped my breasts and I heard the sharp rip as he tore the thin fabric of my tank top in half and yanked down my bra, spilling my breasts into his hands.
    The stimulation from Ray’s cock rubbing against my most sensitive areas was quickly driving me mad. The quick glance over my shoulder had shown me that Ray had been packing a thick cock inside those jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to feel it ram inside me. Ray had other ideas though.
    His nimble fingers pinched at my nipples, teasing them to hardness and bringing me closer and closer to the orgasm we both needed, but it still wasn’t enough, and I had never been a girl shy about her needs.
    “Enough!” I begged. “I’ll do anything you want, just fuck me!”
    Ray chucked darkly and pushed forward, sheathing his cock inside me in one quick motion.
    I was so wet he slid home with no hesitation and I found myself shaking and whimpering as he brought my oversensitive body to an orgasm with that first thrust. He froze and it was obviously taking every bit of his iron control to keep from coming in that moment. When my shaking stopped, he began a slow, deep rhythm. He would pull back with every thrust until only the tip of his cock was still inside me before pushing back in, making every thrust feel like that delicious first thrust.
    The angle of his hips had him hitting my G-spot with every driving thrust, and I could feel the tension building inside me again. “Ray Ray Ray,” I whispered it like a mantra, the pleasure in my body