Page 103 of Bucked Hard

“No panties?”

She goes still on my lap, and it all makes sense.

“I forgot.” Her voice softens, and more than even a minute before, I know what my Little Bit needs. What she’s all but begging me for.

“I told you clear as day when I picked out your clothes this morning to put on those white cotton panties I bought for you yesterday, didn’t I?”

I run my flattened palm over her ripe ass cheek, preparing her for what’s about to come.

“I said I forgot.”

“And that’s the truth? You think I believe that for a second? You didn’t forget, baby. You’re in need, and I’m right here.”

My heart thunders in my chest as I raise my hand and watch as her ass jiggles when I bring it down in a loud smack.

A yelp escapes her lips, but she makes no move to get away. My pink handprint immediately decorates her plump cheek, and I bring my hand down again on the other side to even things out.

Didn’t take us long to figure out this is something that only makes us stronger. This dynamic between us that bonds us even closer. My hands are for pleasure, but they’re also here to keep her fiery ass in line when needed.

Another couple smacks then I pull her from my lap and stand her in front of me. Her cheeks rosy and her plump lips open. Eyes trained on me, the heat there not from anger but lust.

“Where do you want me?” she asks on a breath.

I draw a long inhale, admiring what’s mine for a moment before I point to the floor in front of me.

“Where you belong, Little Bit.”

In a flash, she’s on her knees, her hands working my belt, and I see the desire take over. My cock is hard and straight up when she unzips me and pulls me from the confining fabric.

Her mouth is on me, and I look into her eyes as she looks up. The most beautiful sight of her taking pleasure in pleasing me will never get old.

She’s my everything. My priority in every way and knowing what she needs and what will make her happy is my life’s purpose.

She draws my throbbing cock down her throat, and the pleasure she brings me nearly topples me over. She’s working hard; I know what she wants, and as much as I’d love to fill her mouth with my cum, it’s her pussy and that red ass that call me.

“Baby.” I set a hand on her head, slowing her movements, and her eyes meet mine. “Reach down and show me how wet you are.”

The twinkle in her eye speeds my heartbeat. Those fucking eyes are going to be the death of me.

She drops one hand from the base of my shaft, and a second later, raises it up, spreading her fingers. The clear strings that linger between them turn me into an animal.

I’ve got her mouth off me, her body flipped up and onto all fours on the bed lightning fast. The dripping head of my cock is lined up at her slick entrance as she drops her head to the soft bedding and assumes the perfect ass-up, head-down position, just the way I like it.

“Good girl,” I growl as I slam into her in one stroke.

She takes every inch on a muffled scream, and in three strokes, she’s gushing and drenching my cock and the bed below.

That’s all it takes, and in another two thrusts, I bury myself to her womb and let go. My release triggers her cunt to latch on, and another orgasm has her twisting and grabbing on to the quilt for dear life.

My heart jumps in my chest. This never gets old. Every time feels as special as the time before, and making her come has to be my own personal heroin because I’ll never get enough.

I’m addicted to her in every way.

When her breathing slows, I withdraw, my cock coated with both of us, and her pussy dripping.

“Turn around, baby. Clean me up.”

I hold out my still hard length as she turns on her knees with a sweet smile and licks and sucks me until I’m clean.

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