Bucked: The Mountain Man's Babies(9)

“I promise I’m not the one who is going to be hurt.” A flash of intensity crosses her face, but just as quickly, her head fall back and a low moan escapes her. “You’re so big, Buck.”

“I know, honey. You sure you can handle me?” But it’s too late to back out now. My cock is buried in her; her tight pussy wrapped around my shaft and she rocks ever so slightly above me.

With one hand squeezing her ass, I lower my mouth to her tits and suck them, my cock straining with each thrust in her wet cunt.

“Fuck, woman,” I growl. “You’re going to make me come so fucking fast.”

She smiles. “Don’t stop, you feel so good, Buck.”

She rocks above me, those tits bouncing and my fingers graze her asshole, circling her hole as I fuck her hard.

“Oh, God,” she screams. “Oh my God, Buck, I’m on fire.” She rolls against my cock, harder, harder, harder, not at all shying away from giving into her body’s desire.

“You like that baby?”

“I love it,” she says, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Oh, oh, oh, yes.” She comes against me, her pussy walls tightening around my cock as she comes nice and hard.

I pummel into her, coming into her warm pussy. I finish, filling her deep. And when I set her back down, she wobbles, her knees weak.

“Fuck, woman, you are incredible.” I pull her close to me again, and I smack her round ass playfully. “Next time I’m gonna lick your ass and you’re gonna come in my mouth, understood?”

“Understood,” she says, blushing hard. “You’re naughty, Buck, I had no idea.”

“There’s no way in hell what we just did was naughty, wrong, bad. What we just did was heaven sent, Rosie. What we just shared was fucking magic.”

She blinks slowly, a smile spread across her lips. Well fucked, with a pleased pussy.

I want to do that with Rosie every damn day.

We hear a noise in the diner.

“Hello? Rosie?”

Fuck. It’s my mom.

“Shit.” Rosie reaches for her panties, her dress. “Fucking fuck.”

I grin. “Damn, darling, I had no idea you had a filthy mouth.”

She pulls up the zipper on her dress, and when her eyes meet mine, she looks sad. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Buck.”

I frown, buttoning my jeans. “I know, but I want to find out.”#p#分页标题#e#

She washes her hands and then reaches for the door.

“Wait,” I tell her. “I don’t want you walking out there before you promise that you’ll go out with me tonight.”

“Uh, sure.”

“Sure?” I snort, surprised at her lackluster response.

“Of course, Buck. Just, I don’t want Cherri to think anything happened here.”

“She’s gonna know the moment we both walk out of this bathroom.”

Rosie looks flustered, and she pulls open the door. “Well, let’s not be obvious.”

Of course, I know my mother. And I know that she doesn’t miss a single fucking thing.

“Rosie?” I hear my mom ask. “Why is the diner closed?”

I step out from the bathroom, dressed, and in one piece, but not wanting Rosie to take any heat when I am the one who just fucked her.

“Hey, Mom, I came by and Rosie made me lunch.” I jut my chin toward the corner booth still piled with our plates.

“Well, what were you two doing in the bathroom? And why’d you shut down the diner?” Mom crosses her arms, looking between Rosie and me.

I know my face reveals everything because my mom throws her arms in the air.

“Are you two kidding me?” she asks. I look over at Rosie who looks about to hyperventilate. Her eyes are wide, scared, and I hate that I’ve put her in a position of vulnerability after the incident with those two thugs.

“Mom, it wasn’t like that. Some guys showed up, flinging guns around like they owned the place. I kicked them out, had to fucking pull my gun on them, but they left. Rosie was shook up and I was with her in the bathroom to help keep her together. It was traumatizing shit.” I nod toward the safe beneath the register. “His gun is in there.”

“Oh, my god,” my mom says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m so glad you were here Buck. What would this sweet thing have done if you weren’t here?”

“I know, Cherri,” Rosie pipes up. “He was my guardian angel.”

“Oh, Buck, you were the hero,” Mom says. “But you need to get the cops involved. Report the crime and turn in the gun.”

Rosie looks at me, discreetly shaking her head, clearly not wanting the story getting out.