Page 38 of Bucked Hard
She’ll wear my marks from this day forward. Yes, it’s ludicrous, thinking I know that my forever is with her, but fuck it, there’s one of these in a lifetime, and whatever obstacles we have to overcome to make us last, I’m already signed on the fucking dotted line.
I love the way she shivers against me. It’s warm in here, so I know I’m the one making her do that and it fills me with a feeling of possession and pride.
I sink my teeth into the side of her right breast once more, grinding my thigh up into her crotch until her fingernails dig into my back through my shirt.
In a second I’m looming over her and her eyes are asking me what I want to see, begging me to tell her what’s next. She wants me to guide her and I want to be her guide more than anything.
“Come here.” I raise her face up, eager with a kiss, but the tingle in my balls can no longer be delayed. I want more than anything to feel her pussy on my face, have her soak me with her juices until she’s begging for my cock inside her. I need her to beg. I need her to need me. Not just want.
Wanting isn’t enough.
She will crave me.
She will think of me with each breath.
She will think she can’t live without my cock.
She will need my cum.
I want her cunt soaking for me twenty-four hours a day.
My hard-on hurts like a mother fucker. I’ve never had that before. It’s like a fucking toothache, throbbing, but I push away the pain. I need her pleasure to always be first.
I half-lift, half-drag her to my bed with my lips on hers the whole way, my tongue exploring the warm heat of her mouth. Every part of her only makes me want her more, in my bed and in my life.
She breaks away and gasps a breath. “Should we blow out the candles?”
“Why? I closed the curtain, so no one can see, Dove.” I pull her against me, needing her here, close.
“Just.” Her breathing is ragged, needy. “I don’t know. Just because.”
“Don’t you want to see me?” I brush her hair from her neck and trace my tongue up from her collarbone to her earlobe, listening to the tiny keening sounds that come from her chest.
“No, it’s not that.” Her voice is high-pitched, shocked. “It’s just that maybe. You know, maybe the dark is better?”
I’m an idiot. She’s fucking embarrassed?
Oh hell no.
“Stop right there.” I glare at her.
She needs to know without a doubt that every part of her is not just perfect to me, but perfectly mine and I want my cock in every hole on her body, because she’s fucking hot. “I want to see you.Allof you…look at you, God…you’re amazing, Rachel.”
I brush my flat palms over the pink circles of her hard nipples and they respond, rising a bit more under my touch.
“Nothing is more natural than a woman’s body. God, full and lush like you. I’m the luckiest bastard I know. If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else. I’m not. I’m here with you, because you are beyond sexy to me. I’m the lucky one here and I want to see what’s mine.”
I wrap my fingers in her hair, unable to hold back any longer.
“Now I’m going to tear the rest of your clothes off, Dove.”
I don’t give her any time to take that in, spinning her around throwing her onto the bed and tugging her boots off, then tearing away her jeans so they turn inside out as I free them from her hips.
The hips that will bear my children one day.
Yes, that’s right, I’m that far gone. And she’s soon going to realize that nothing’s going to come between my seed and her womb.
“Open your legs,” I grunt and the vibrations of my words are so deep in my chest, I think I’m channeling a grizzly. “Show me that virgin cunt is wet for me.”
