She lets out a little whimper. I push further. Her eyes fly open, and she meets my every stroke with the tilt of her hips.
I stare into her eyes as we move together. My breaths are short and my heart is full. She has to feel something for me as she grunts with every thrust.
I hit it harder, and her nails dig into my ass as she pulls closer, making a sexy as fuck sound every time I plunge inside, but it’s like she’s holding back.
I slow for a moment. “Let it out. Make so much fucking noise the Thugs blush when we walk out of this room in the morning.”
Her body squeezes my cock as she yells, “Oh, God, Buck. Shut up and fuck me!”
I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, laving my tongue over the beating pulse at her neck while I pound her pussy.
It takes another thirty seconds or so, and she falls apart in my arms, her breath hitching, her chest heaving, her cunt milking my cock of every drop of cum it owns. My heart tries to beat its way out of my chest as I curl my hips one final time, burying my dick as deeply as our bodies will allow.
I kiss her temple and the side of her face as I move down and pull out of her pussy. I lick from her collarbone to her puckered nipple, massaging the other. Then I move to her navel, where I leave a trail of kisses around it, and then it’s south to her clit.
I slip my finger into her dripping entrance. She gasps as it latches hold. Her entrance still throbs with the remnants of her orgasm. I flick my tongue over her bud and her hips tip, pulling away from the stimulation.
I smile. “Your pussy tells me that fuck was at least a nine.”
Her fingers run through my hair. She yanks a lock just above my left ear, and I jerk back.
She draws up her knees. “My pussy doesn’t know what the fuck it’s talking about. It’s obviously confused.”
I part her legs and lick her from asshole to clit. She lets her knees fall open with a great exhale.
I push my finger into her entrance, wiggling it against that little spot at the top, just inside. Her hips buck on my hand. I tickle her bud with the tip of my tongue until she lets out another moan.
I slip a second finger in with the first and push deep, swirling into the sweet juiciness of her pussy, pulling my fingers down, so I can also slip my tongue just inside. I cover her clit and the top of her mound with my mouth, creating a pocket of suction down to my fingers, allowing me to suck up all the cream she’s made just for me. Then I slide my tongue from side to side, back and forth across her clit.
Her cunt flexes around my fingers as I slather my tongue over her and pick up the pace of shoving into her and pulling back. I hook my fingers so they don’t slip out.
As she comes again, I savor every drop of her, storing up the memory of how she feels and tastes. As prickly as she’s been, there’s no telling how long I’ll be able to keep her.
* * *
She lay in my arms with her back to my chest and her ass snuggled against my groin. I entwine my fingers with hers. The color contrast of our skin stiffens my cock. I press a kiss to the back of her neck.
She stirs, turning to look into my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Just soaking you up.”
Her forehead wrinkles. “You are such a girl.”
I pull back, pinching her nipple. “Am not.”
She flops over to her side, facing me. “You talk more during sex than any guy I’ve ever been with. That’s girly.”
“Fuck you, I barely said anything.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “And forget those other guys, or we’ll have round two right now.”
Her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth as if in fright, talking in her fake-hick accent. “Oh, I’m skeered.”
I grab her ass and pull her to my burgeoning erection. “You should be. It’s time you say it.”
I nuzzle her neck.
Her fingers trail over my back. “Say what?”
“That you missed me.”
She rolls away from me. “I won’t. You can’t make me.”
I throw my arm over her, pulling her against me. I put my mouth on her milk chocolate nipple and suck, sliding my hand over her mound to dip a finger into her entrance.
I may not be able to get her to say it yet, but I know she’s missed me. Those tears gave her away, whether she wants to admit it or not. And right now, while she needs the money, I’ve got her. She’s mine. Every fucking square centimeter of her is mine for the taking.
Mine for as long as I can hang on.
Mine to convince that I want her for forever this time.
Mine to love.
FIFTEEN
The buzz in my ear yanks me from his embrace. My heart aches as Buck fades when I’m pulled back to the waking world. I let out a sigh. That dream never stops haunting me.