VenusInBloom Note: small changes made to an already existing story - names and grammar. I do not own this story, just compiling them all here. All content and characters are trademark and copyright of their respective owners. This is a historical romance with terms and language that is not suitable for everyone - this chapter is rated NC-17 (for delusion and lemon).
Also, I re-read some of my old stories and those will also get a little update. Enjoy!
The Outlaw Pt. 2
"It ain't none of your business why I ain't got a man." Michonne replied. She didn't want to let a strange man know that her desire to be loved by a man, any man nearly overpowered her.
She looked away, she couldn't stand the way he was looking at her, like a man desperate for a woman's touch. Michonne tried to ignore him, men like him looked at her all the time, they wanted her for themselves, but never approached her for fear of being outcasted by the town.
Michonne went to her living room to remove her overcoat, she needed to distract herself. The house was quite warm with both fireplaces burning and two bodies now occupying the space. She could still feel Rick's stare.
"Beautiful woman like you needs beautiful things." He mumbled.
"What you gon' do, steal some dresses?" She huffed.
"Maybe I will." He cheekily replied. She didn't need to turn around to know that he was smiling at her. Rick's charm was almost haunting, she felt, as his words were like a knife through her defenses. It had been years since a man had talked to her like that, and now she knew it was sinking in deeper than she wanted.
The more she let his words fester in her mind, the more she felt her body betray her. Not wanting him to look at her for fear that she would want him back, she pulled away. She grabbed the whiskey to put away as an excuse for him not to look at her the way he was.
She was fussing with her dress, doing anything she could to ignore him when he said, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't tell you that you beautiful."
She rolled her eyes. "God gives a great gift to each and every man. Most men wish for money or fame, I just pray to find a beautiful girl to settle down with—"
Michonne felt her heart betray her willpower as he spoke. Her body tensed - she wanted to curse him for speaking to her like that, knowing that he didn't know the heartbreak she had endured, and that his silver tongue melted her emotions so easily.
"If you think you can use pretty words on me, you got another thing comin'. I ain't—"
The sound of the chair moving backwards startled her. She grabbed the pistol, dropping her dress, and plunged it into his belly. He was faster than she thought. Her dark brown eyes were glued to his blue ones. She wondered what would happen next, she wasn't as confident as she once was, but she would shoot him if she could.
"Get back." She snarled, but he didn't move, he simply raised his brow. "I ain't playin', Rick."
"Neither am I." He replied.
Michonne tried to back away but there was nowhere to go. Before she could open her mouth and ask what he intended to do to her, his mouth was on hers. She moaned in shock before accepting his kiss - it was like that of a man who had come back to his lover after many years.
Michonne wanted to stop, but her body grew weak. Rick wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her abreast. Just as she moaned slightly, she felt her hand being grabbed and the gun being snatched from her grasp.
Rick pulled back, gun in hand. Michonne watched him and then looked away. How he had managed to free himself she didn't know, but she hated herself for being so careless with him. "Well Rick Grimes, looks like you have the upper hand after all."
"Mhm." He smirked. He used the gun to trace the curve of her neck and collarbone. Michonne turned her face away.
"Do it, take what you want."
"Oh, I will." He paused, "But not like this."
She watched him place the gun on the mantle behind her and wince when he took off his shirt. Her eyes widened at his hardened body, she had never seen a white man look like this. Most of them were terribly skinny due to sickness or fat due to wealth. Her breathing laboured. He stared down at her once again and gently removed her coat, revealing her nightgown.
He bent down and kissed her naked shoulder. Michonne closed her eyes. His hands went to her waist, he was touching her as if he wanted to remember every line and curve of her body.
"What are you doing?"
"Takin' you in." He simply said. His hands moved from her hips to her thighs, he was now face to face with her cunt. His hands moved from her hips to her thighs, he was now face to face with her cunt. He rubbed his nose against it and took a deep breath.
Michonne breathed out as Rick lifted her nightgown above her hips.
"Rick." She warned.
"Yes?" He replied, rubbing his face against her curly cunt while grabbing the back of her thighs.
"I ain't no whore."
"I know." He paused. "I wanna make you feel good. Lift your leg up."
She immediately did as she was told and placed her left leg above his shoulder."
"Good girl." He said.
"Don't talk to me like that or I will shoot." She snapped.
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled in her cunt and she twitched.
She knew she could grab the gun and shoot him, but she was rendered immobile when his lips made contact with her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" She whispered and bent forward.
Rick held onto her left leg and dove deep into her with his tongue.
"Oh, God!" She cried out. She hadn't been touched like this in years.
Rick kissed and sucked and licked her clit restlessly, as if he needed this more than she did. Her cries were driving her mad and giving him a painful erection. He would deal with that later, he decided. For now, he was focused on making her cum. He looked up to see her, she was a goddess: eyes closed and mouth open, begging him to keep going without saying a word.
He pulled back and her eyes flew open. She leaned forward and kissed him aggressively, she needed more. Rick held her face in place with his left hand and plunged into her wetness with his right. She moaned in his face, a sight that Rick would remember for the rest of his life.
"Rick!" She cried and he kissed her.
He pumped in and out of her with two fingers. Her tightness making him lose his resolve. She still thought about fighting him, but his mouth went back to hers, overwhelming her ability to stop him—there was nothing she could do but give in.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" She panted.
Rick didn't let up, he wanted her to unravel in front of him. He pumped into her faster, watching her wriggle and fight her orgasm.
"Don't fight it, let it come." He whispered. "Let it come, sweet girl."
Rick thrust into her a few more times before she grunted and went limp. Rick grunted, attempting and failing at catching her, he was still injured.
"Fuck!" He hissed.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry." She quickly got off him and tripped backwards, still limp.
"It's not your fault, I shouldn't have gotten shot." He laughed and watched her try to control her breathing. Michonne pushed her hair out of her face and tried to stand up. "Don't. Stay right there."
"No, Rick. You're hurt." She said and he huffed.
Michonne slowly got up and walked across her living room and to the kitchen. She grabbed a washcloth and wet it, Rick hadn't noticed that he started to bleed out again.
When she returned, she noticed that he had moved and she froze. She glanced at him and the gun, he was closer.
"Your stitches are bleeding." She whispered.
"You gon' take care of that?"
"You gon' do it yourself?" She mocked and he laughed. "Lay down." She said, always keeping an eye on her gun.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied and he lay down on her dark brown rug, a gift from her late husband. He watched as she carefully cleaned the wound and winced she was got between the stitches. "Fuck!"
"That's what you get for getting too excited."
"It was worth every minute." He said, staring at her with the same intensity as he had before.
"You gon' get in trouble, Rick Grimes."
"I hope so." He mumbled before he hissed again. "Fuck!"
Michonne giggled. "Oh hush, it don't hurt that bad."
"You ever been shot before?"
She paused before she answered. "I wish I had been." She got up and walked back to the kitchen. She wrung the bloody cloth in the sink and cleaned it. She tried to ignore the pulsing sensation between her legs and the pair of blue eyes silently observing her.
Rick remained silent. He knew exactly what she meant by that. He had seen his father and grandfather brutalize slaves for no reason. He had seen how families were separated and sold on Sundays.
"Come 'ere." He said loud enough for her to hear. She turned slightly, still not fully looking at him. "Come. I ain't gon' bite ya."
She sniffed and walked towards him. She sat on the rug a few feet away from him.
"Closer, Michonne." He smiled. She scooted closer to him like a child. "Lay down with me."
She did as she was told and faced him. His hands cupped her breast and traced her body, his hands, which contrasted with her mocha-coloured skin, aroused him. He slowly pulled down the strap of her nightgown. She was nervous, her breast was now in full view. It was the first time a man had seen her breasts in years, and the first time she had ever been exposed to a white man.
He traced her nipples with his thumb before gently kissing them. She arched her neck, as his lips pursed against her nipple.
Just as he began to settle into sucking on her nipples, his mouth moved away. She wanted to protest until she felt his hand grab hers and lead him to his manhood. Her eyes widened, it was much larger than any man she had been with before.
"Touch me here." He whispered and she nodded. He was guiding her hand, he wanted her to know how to please him, it would give her the confidence for what was to come. He moved his hand and grabbed her by the hip, moving her closer to him. "Kiss me." He demanded and she leaned down to do just that.
His hands went to her hair as he pulled out the hair pins that were keeping her hair up. Michonne deepened the kiss, moaning into her mouth. Rick grabbed her again, moving her impossibly close. She took the hint and gently moved her body on top of his.
"Is this okay?" She seductively asked.
It was more than okay. She could feel his manhood against her cunt. She saw the look of lust in his eyes and he hadn't even moved.
His hands gripped her hips as he rocked her against his cock. She moaned and met his movements. Rick closed his eyes and grunted, he was in heaven. She placed her hands on his damp chest and rocked faster, their moans filling the air. They remained in that position for what felt like hours. Rick was enjoying the feel of her damp pussy against his cock, but was forcing his body not to cum—he was an adult, not a boy.
Michonne's breathing laboured again. He could feel her clenching against his cock. He wanted her to use him as she pleased, enjoying the feel of her body against his.
"That's it, sweet girl, cum for me." Michonne moaned, rocking her hips faster. Rick continued to whisper sweet nothings and she came with a strangled cry, hunching over his body.
"You're so beautiful." He said, caressing her twitching stomach, and she huffed. "I'm gonna cum inside your pretty little cunt, Michonne." He said.
"Is that right?" She asked.
"That's right."
She slowly lifted her hips up, giving him just enough room to take off the remainder of his clothing. Rick moved his underwear as far as needed, conscious of his injury.
Michonne held his cock in her hand, never breaking eye contact, and guided his manhood to her entrance.
"Well," She sat on his cock, "Get to it."
Rick's eyes fluttered, it took him a minute to get it together. He looked up when he heard her laugh.
"What's funny?"
"You." She smiled.
"Oh, yeah?" He cocked an eyebrow. He pumped into her once, startling her.
"Rick!" She yelped.
"Yes, Michonne?"
"Quit playin' around!" She swatted her.
"Yes ma'am." He lowly responded. He thrust in and out of her slowly at first, making sure that she was comfortable with his girth. His hand moved to her clit and he felt her sink lower onto his hips.
Rick was as mouthy as he was talented. Despite being injured, he was using his hips and his hands to please her. He knew how to make her body was his. The warmth and crackling of the fire and her moans filled his ears as he lost himself in her. Michonne surrendered to the feeling that there was nothing else she wanted in that moment. She threw her head back and pinched her nipples, she knew he was watching her.
"Oh God!" Michonne cried out as she felt her body convulse with the pleasure of having Rick between her legs. The last time a man had made her feel this way he had died that same summer. She didn't know just how much she needed and missed this.
She thought he would be slow, but he was determined to make her come undone. The sounds of her ass slapping against his hips drove him insane. He was beyond grateful that he ended up at her doorstep.
"Oh fuck!" He grunted. He grabbed her by the neck again and pulled her towards him. His lips pressed against hers and she moaned into his mouth. Rick was pumping in and out of her like it was his last day on earth. She would remember this moment until it was hers.
Michonne grabbed his arms and then moved to his chest, feeling his body and the subtle curves of his muscles. When he broke the kiss, she could see the firelight illuminating his body as he gazed at hers. The firelight also allowed her to see the scars he'd borne in battle, for he looked like a man who would not shy away from fighting. She ran her hand over his pale chest, pushing the thought that he was just a white man wanting to bed some runaway Negro girl.
Rick propped himself up on his elbows and Michonne shifted her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. She felt his thrusts grow shorter and harder, giving her every indication that this man was about to unload. She felt the tightening of his back muscles and her own sex gripping his cock, begging him to cum inside her.
Rick grunted and whimpered as he felt himself come undone. Michonne moaned, encouraging him. The sudden burst of warmth shocked and excited her.
She giggled and kissed him, wiping his hair out his face. Rick breathed hard, trying to match her kisses. The two stared at each other for what felt like hours. Michonne pulled back first, the high of their lovemaking finally coming down.
"Don't do that, now." He begged, stopping her from moving. His cock had since gone limp, slipping out of her.
She spoke after a few minutes, "We shouldn't had done this. It ain't right."
"I'm going to my grave a happy man that I loved a woman as beautiful as you."
Michonne could not help but smile. "Charmer." She felt that no man would put so much effort into lovemaking if he didn't think the woman was worth it. "I gotta clean up." Michonne said, knowing her body had done things it shouldn't have.
Rick finally allowed her to get up. He checked his wound and saw that it was a little irritated, but that he would survive and not, in fact, lose his leg.
She followed his sight. "We gotta keep an eye on that." She gently touched his stitches and Rick's cock twitched.
His member was slowly getting engorged, ready for another round. The crown at the end of his shaft showed the remains of his seed. Michonne shyly looked away and at her carpet that showed the aftermath of her own pleasure. The guilt of having done such a thing now overshadowed the fact that she had let a white man have her in such a way.
She stood up, hoping to get away before Rick grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"What? You think I'm just some house nigger you can use to warm your bed?" She said, trying to sound angry, but knowing it was from fear of having to admit she enjoyed herself more than god-fearing woman should. She wanted to scream at him for making her feel this way. But she knew that she would also regret not savouring the moment.
Her need for him was stronger than she cared to admit. He smiled at her as if he had won and was ready to take the prize between her legs. Michonne sat atop him again.
"This the last time, Mr. Grimes." Michonne said, without bite. feeling helpless again.
"Yes, ma'am." Rick smirked.
"I coulda shot you before." Michonne said as she thought about why he was so fearless in taking her.
"It would have been worth it." The smile on her face could not be stopped as she knew he was not lying to her. "I think you like it more than you wanna admit."
"I ain't no brothel girl. I don't mind you doin' it to me, but don't think I'm some whore or field hand. You the second man I ever laid with."
"I'm just a red-blooded American, enjoyin' the company of a beautiful woman." He tucked one of her locks behind her ear. She was quickly starting to love staring into his honest eyes.
"I ain't lyin'. You are the only white man I have ever been with, and the only man besides my late husband. Mista Childs never let the house girls be mistreated."
"I haven't been with anyone since the beginnin' of the war." She felt his length slowly slide in and out of her with relentless force. He wanted to make sure that she could feel his entire manhood. The power and force of his body against hers only made her tremble as if she were sick. She broke the kiss in desperate horror as she felt the urge to release her love fluids on him again.
"You're gonna to make me—" He kissed her and thrust harder into her, as if he wanted her to do it. She held on, but it was too much to resist. "God!" Her scream turned to a muffled groan in his mouth.
His body still rocked against her as she felt his cock push through her clenched cunt with ease, she welcomed it—she enjoyed being opened up in such a dirty way.
When he finally began to shorten his thrusts, she knew he was close again. She reached for his body, feeling his tight muscles and sculpted abs as she let go of the pleasure of having a man take her like this.
Rick moaned, the familiar feeling of his stiffening member and its pulsating sensation brought a smile to her face as she knew he was enjoying the feeling of his warm final stroke inside her. Rick held it in her hand as she smiled at him, still lost in his eyes. "You're so beautiful when you let loose." He said, brushing her hair out of her face.
After a pregnant pause, Rick said, "We should get to bed, we gotta lot to talk about tomorrow." She yawned and nodded.