“Right there,” I groan as he plucks my nipples with his fingers, cupping them and squeezing them together. I start to come undone.
“Ride it, baby. Show me how much this pussy loves my cock.”
Oh, my.
“Bronco!” I yell, tipping my head back as my orgasm explodes. “Yes, yes,yes!”
He watches me fall apart, a smirk on his face that will stay embedded into my brain for the rest of time. Oh, he’s quite pleased with himself, and so he should be. I’ve lost count now how many times he’s made me come. We had a ten minute breather, then our hands wandered, and here we are.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy when you lose control,” he breathes against my skin. “You make me crazy.”
“You’re an expert at getting me worked up,” I say, my breathing ragged.
“I like to think I’m talented.”
“More than talented.”
“Why, thank you.”
He doesn’t let up. Instead, he moves his hands down to my waist and our mouths find each other. We’re all tongues. It’s so illicit, so bad ass, and the wild abandon side of my nature is digging it. More than he could ever know. “And anyway,” he goes on. “If we say we’re datin’, even though we’re not, it’ll keep everyone off our backs.”
I immediately jump on the defensive in my mind: does he not want people to know? Is he ashamed of me? Am I good enough? But I squash all those thoughts down. Bronco isn’t like that, and he’s right in a way; the women of the club are nosy. They’ll want to know all the details, and once they know, they’ll switch their attention to something else. Maybe this friends with benefits thing could really work out? Especially if I get sex like this on the regular.Regular?I want to facepalm myself. He’s still inside me, and I’m already overthinking this entire situationship, which is what this is in a nutshell.
“You may have a point.” I gasp when he lays down, tilts my hips, and rocks up into me.
I don’t just see stars this time; Iamthe damn stars. He fills me to the hilt, then lifts me off. There’s more pressure than before, and then he moves faster. It’s so good, every single fire is alight inside me as we fuck.Up, down. Up, down.His hand grips my ass, the other one still resting on my hip as I go into sensory overload. And it is so fucking good.
“AJ!” he cries. “Better come because I’m barely holdin’ on.”
His words are my undoing as I tumble again, loudly. Gripping his shoulders, I pound down on him, rocking my hips into his as we moan and groan our way through another orgasm.
He stills, and I can feel the spurts of his cum shooting inside me as I slow my hips. I collapse against his chest, panting like I just ran a marathon. “Holy shit, we’re gonna fuck each other to death.”
He grins against my cheek. “Not a bad way to go.”
I wrap around his body, snuggling into his neck as I breathe him in. He still has the same sexy pine scent with a hint of musk, but now it’s mingled with sex. I swear, if I could bottle it, I’d be a millionaire. He’s the epitome of sex on a stick.
“I know I’m gonna be paying for that tomorrow,” I groan.
He kisses the top of my head. “Because my big dick broke you?”
“I haven’t had sex in a long time, two years—” It was a one-night thing and I didn’t enjoy it.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should, because I know enough to realize that you’re a stud between the sheets.”
He chuckles beneath me. “Are you just buttering me up so we can go another round?”
“Another?” I gasp. “Really?”
“Don’t sound so shocked. I can go all night. Just need a little minute to recover, then I’m good to go again.”
“You’re insane,” I tell him. “I’m going to need recovery time.”
“That tight pussy loves it.”Oh, his dirty words.“You know it, and I know it.”
“Shut up,fake boyfriend, or I won’t cook you breakfast in the morning.”