Page 135 of Bronco

He presses a kiss to my lips. “No, because you’re brave, and I dig that about you.”

“You’re the sweetest man.” My heart rate accelerates ten-fold. “I want you, Bronc. I want you right now.”

“Glasses on or off?” he teases.

I kiss him this time, deepening it when I part my lips and my tongue seeks his. “On,” I pant. “I want you, hurry.”

We’re all hands as he rips his t-shirt off at the same time I lose my tank and my bra. He doesn’t even get his jeans down all the way when he’s pulling my back to his front, gripping my ass. “I told you what I’d do to you when this was over.”

“So do it.” With my feet on the floor, I bend over the chair and stick my ass out.

He comes up behind me, yanks my shorts down, and my panties. I wiggle my butt and he groans. I turn back and his eyes meet mine. Fuck, those glasses…

“I request you wear those all the time when you’re fucking me,” I declare.

He smiles, then parts my legs with his knee, grabs his shaft and rubs it through my folds as I hiss. “So wet already,” he groans.

“That’s because I’ve been so turned on with you inking me.”

He circles my clit with his head, then he’s at my entrance, trying to push in. I stick my ass out farther, begging him with my needy pants. With one thrust, he’s deep inside me and I jolt at the movement. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs. “Wearin’ my ink, talkin’ like that.” He slides out, then rams back in.

“I love wearin’ your ink.”

“You want more of it?”

“Yes.”

He starts to move his hips and I groan, my body on fire just for him, just like it always is. We’ve been through some ups and downs, but nothing could prepare me for the love that was waiting for me all along with my best friend. He was right there for so long, I was just too blind to see. As long as I live, I’ll never stop loving him.

He helped bring me to the place that I am today, encouraging me and being an amazing friend the second I got to New Orleans. I’m more confident with him by my side, and I’m loved in his arms.

We were meant to be together, and I’ll never stop thanking my lucky stars.

Bronco

I ram in and out of my woman. She’s so damn fine. Wearing my ink and talking like that, I’m gonna come fast. “Gonna be fast, babe,” I groan. “Feels too good.”

“I can ride it and go slower, make it last.”

I spank her ass cheek and she yelps. “You callin’ the shots now?”

“You love it when I call the shots.”

I watch my cock disappearing in and out of her, and I try to hold on, but it’s too much. We fucked this morning, too, but I’ll never get enough of my girl. I ram in harder, hitting it so damn deep and she grinds back against me. “Yes, right there.”

She’s close, and when her back arches, I ride it home as she grips the seat until her knuckles turn white, moaning on aragged breath. I follow behind, hot spurts of cum filling her as I grip her hips and hang on for dear life.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

“You railed me,” she pants.

I snicker, pulling out as I feel between her legs. “You’re gonna walk around like that for the rest of today.”

“Can I at least get a tissue?”

“No. Gotta protect your ink before you leave, and give you the proper care instructions.”

“So professional.”

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