Bucked: The Mountain Man's Babies(8)

He wants me and I want him.

I shimmy the dress from my arms and my fingers slip under the waistband of my panties.#p#分页标题#e#

“You want me to take these off, Buck?”

He shakes his head. My eyes narrow in confusion.

He smiles, his voice light. “No, darling, I want to take them off you.”

My face breaks into a smile; relieved to hear he isn’t rethinking this.

Buck shuts and locks the door of the bathroom. It’s clean and tidy as far as bathrooms go. Cherri may not be a good cook, but she certainly knows how to keep things clean.

Buck unbuttons his flannel shirt, and tosses it to the floor. His abs are a ladder and there are too many rungs to count. He has the image of a buck tattooed on his chest, the soft lines reflect his personality; his inked flesh turns me on even more. Maybe because the men I grew up around were covered in harsh ink depicting dark stories.

“You sure you don’t have a woman at home?” I ask, not quite believing a man like him would be single.

“I promise.” He lowers himself to the floor, wrapping his hands around my waist, looking up at me. He may be on his knees, but this position is anything but weak.

It’s powerful. Him knowing he’s going to take all of me.

“I’ve been waiting for a woman I want for more than one night.”

“You have pretty high standards?”

He tugs down my panties, and his hands run over my ass.

“Let’s just say I have no interest in settling.”

With that, his mouth covers my bare pussy. He kisses my mound, and I realize he’s never kissed my mouth.

He leaves trails of kisses over my most sensitive spot, and my eyes close, I bite my bottom lip, and I try not to quiver under his touch.

It’s impossible. I let out a whimper, his tongue darting between the folds of my pussy, his finger grazing my ass, pulling me ever closer to him. I run my hands though his hair, tugging on the ends as his tongue plunges into my pussy, and I moan, realizing my wetness is coating his mouth, realizing he doesn’t seem to mind.

He wants to taste me; he’s licking me up and down, and I spread my thighs ever so slightly, as his fingers run against my slit.

It might sound shocking, that after waiting to have sex with someone for twenty-one years, that I’m willing to offer myself to a stranger. But this feels so right.

Buck stands, and my thighs are slick with release, and he unbuttons his jeans, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second.

I waited all that time for this exact moment.

I waited for Buck, not even knowing it.

He drops his pants, his boxers too, and all that is left is his massive cock taking my breath away.

All that is left is my dripping pussy.

All that is left is us.

“Are you scared, darling?” he asks, pulling me close.

“No,” I say. “I am ready.”

With that, his mouth crashes against mine. Our lips part, my tongue entwines with his, and our bodies reveal our deepest desires.





7





Our kiss is nothing but pure. Her mouth so sweet, the same as her perfect pussy. I kiss her, cradling her in my arms, and then I press her against the door, my hands rolling over her tits.

They’re so round, big, and made to be touched, sucked, fucked. I want to press my cock right up between them, coming against her.

“I want you in me,” she moans, her perfect cunt begging for my cock.

“Good,” I tell her. “Because darling, I need to be in you.”

Her hands stroke my shaft as I grab her curvy ass and lift her off the floor, pressing her back into the door, ready to plunge my solid cock into her tight pussy.#p#分页标题#e#

“Don’t make me wait,” she begs with an urgency that turns me on even more.

“I won’t. I’ll never make you wait.” My words are fucking promises I intend to keep. I want this girl as mine, and right now I am claiming her. Marking her. Fucking her, sure, but more than that I am vowing to myself to be hers. Hers alone.

I lower her body on my cock and I watch her eyes pinch shut, and I know she’s in pain.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask, suddenly wishing this was all going down another way. If Rosie is offering me her virginity I shouldn’t be balls deep in her tight pussy in a diner bathroom.

I should be lowering her perfect body over a mattress covered in rose petals. I should be massaging her with oil from head to toe, really taking my time. I know the size of my cock, and if her pussy is untouched, then I know I’ll hurt her.

Not to mention, maybe she isn’t on birth control.

“Of course not, Buck,” she says softly. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. There is nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’,” I say again, my worries laid to rest with her words.