Page 144 of Bucked Hard

He’s the man that taught me to ride horses when I was twelve, the one who’d probably drag me from a burning building if it came down to it.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

His reply is filled with so much gravel and so much meaning it makes me shiver. “That I’m gonna ride that cocky little smirk of yours right off your damn face, little girl.”

I grin wider, but there’s a weight in my chest now. Guilt? Excitement? The way the wordlittlerolls off his tongue makes me want to prove I’m anything but…

Instead, I push at his shoulder until he lifts his head, meeting my gaze with that cocky half-smirk of his once more. “You think you’re done teaching me tricks?”

The challenge flares in his eyes—and I know the real lesson hasn’t yet begun.

“Not even close.” His eyes turn to fire, and in the flap of a Humming bird’s wings, he buries his face between my legs and a new level of happiness nearly bucks me off the bed.

Chapter5

Buck

Her scent floods me—the salt of her skin, the musk between her thighs. I part her legs wider, grip her hips to anchor us both. Her eyes lock on mine as I lower my face, tongue darting to taste honeyed wetness. She’s sweet, primal, so fucking alive.

Every twitch of her clit under my thumb tells me she’s mine now, wholly and completely. She was always playful, always a challenge, but that carefree girlishness changed to womanly teasing along with her body. Thank fuck something inside me had sense enough to focus on keeping her safe, nurture rather than lust, until the calendar turned her to a legal adult and like a breath held too long, it all came out at once.

Lust. Longing. Filthy dreams day and night. I never looked at a peach the same again after I watched her pick one from the tree in my backyard at her birthday party, then proceeded to eat it with juice streaming down her chin.

Slurping, sucking, smiling. Fuck. I came in my goddamn Wranglers that day, and there hasn’t been a day since I haven’t given in to a violent, hate filled fist fuck while calling her fucking name.

My groan vibrates against her folds. “Jesus, Buck—”

She’s straining, arching into me, begging for more glorious friction, but I correct her with a growl, “You call me Papa when my mouth’s on your cunt or my dick’s inside you. In whatever hole I choose.”

Her breath hitches as I deepen the lick, savoring how she tightens beneath me. Fingers fisted in my hair, she claws down my scalp with every thrust of my tongue. Wetness streams out of her. A reward unlike any I’ve earned before. She’s soaking, because of me. Because of my mouth on her sweet pussy.

My jaw aches from sucking her swollen flesh, but I crave this—her unraveling for me.

“Papa, Papa—“, Her legs buck as I focus all my attention on that hard little bump that owns me already. I glide my tongue around the tiny edge of the hood, pushing it back, flattening my tongue and flicking and flicking until the waves crash through her body.

Muscles ripple against my mouth; I lap greedily until she’s trembling, spent. She reaches for me as I rise onto my knees, licking my lips clean as her nails scrape my chest. “I want...” she pants, as her hands trail down, down, her mouth falling open. I tower over her, cock jutting thick and veined. Her tiny hand hesitates on my length, and she looks up, wide-eyed.

“Like this,” I growl, guiding her palm up the ridge to grip my shaft. She tightens around my fingers and I hiss as her touch climbs, bolder, squeezing.

Her confidence builds with every stroke—she dips lower as she shifts, sitting up and leaning forward, tongue darting to swipe pre-come from the tip.

“Christ…” I nearly unload all over her sweet face. This is wrong, fucking devil having a field day with me. “Wait—"

“No,” she whispers, pulling me closer. Her lips close over me, warm and wet.

“Too much, baby girl,” I say, but my actions contradict my words.

I clutch her head, fingers tangling in her hair as she swallows me whole. I groan as I guide her forward, then back, letting her learn. Letting her suckle at me like a pacifier. Soothing her. I’m her safe place, I have been for a long time but now, when she’s scared or needs to calm her bratty ass down, it will be my cock I offer instead of just a listening ear or a sturdy shoulder. Letting her work out that oral fixation she’s had since her dad and I broke her of sucking her thumb at twelve years old.

But I’m not going to last long like this, and if I’m gonna spill, I want it to be up against that little baby maker of hers. I might lose my best friend over this, but if my child is his grandchild—fuck, there’s so many things wrong about that, but I don’t care. She’ll be mine, solid, final and forever, and I know my friend will never turn his back on Callie.

Or her children. Our babies.

"Not yet, sweetheart." I pull myself back, watching her gaping mouth as she licks saliva from her lips. I nearly shoot my load right in her face, but that’s not gonna happen.

I want—fuckingneed—to be inside her. Right fucking now.

As I lay her back, I kiss her lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of my own precum on her mouth. “Beautiful little girl, and you know it,” I tease as I shift back, positioning myself between her legs, gripping my dick to point it at her entrance. It’s fucking obscene when I press the head of my cock into that tight little cunt, stretching her. "You’re gonna take all of me. Every. Last. Inch."

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