Page 21 of Bucked Hard

Only me. But a beauty like this, she’s surely had dicks after her for a long time. I’m sure one of them has been where I want to be right now and just the thought has my jaw tight.

“I…I have some tip money I could give—” I cut her off when I settle my hands above each knee, gripping the softness there.

“I told you, I don’t want your money. I want your thanks. Those are very different things.”

“I don’t know—” Her eyelids flutter shut as I press my hands a bit farther up her thighs, my fingers finding the skin just under the hem of her skirt. The warmth is radiating straight onto the erection pushing for dear life against my zipper. “I shouldn’t…I mean…I don’t even know…”

“Iknow. I know enough for us both.” I let my gaze wander up and down. It’s dark but clear, and the moon gives me just the right amount of light to see every twist and turn of her. I want to discover it all. My horny-as-hell gaze settles on the crease of cleavage that’s on display and I lick my lips.

I consider tearing that little tank top off with my teeth. Number one, it’s hiding what has to be the world’s most gravity-defying fucking tits, second, it’s nother.From the sweet fluttery skirt to the ballet flats, she’s not a low-cut, bedazzled, black tank top kind of girl. And for some irrational reason, it pisses me off that she has to wear it.

“What do you want then?” She leans back from me. The fear in her eyes is still there but I feel an excited anticipation radiating from her and that throws fuel on the fire.

“I want to know how you taste.” I don’t bother telling her what part of her, but from the way she parts her lips, blinks and swallows I don’t think she’s sure what I mean. “And I want you to know you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes widen and I see doubt and some fear in her eyes. She doesn’t know her worth, and that amazes me. Her physical beauty is clear, but I feel the beauty inside her as well. I don’t wait; I lean down, my lips brush hers and I devour the puff of warm, surprised breath that comes out of her mouth, inhaling so that none of it escapes. I want even that part of her.

“Say ‘thank you’ now,” I whisper into her mouth, not giving her any time to respond before my lips capture hers. The sweetness of her runs straight through me like fire on tinder. I part her lips with my tongue, delving deeper into the wet warmth of her mouth and my head is spinning.

She lets out an erotic moan into the rumbling growl that erupts from my throat. I’ve never made a fucking noise like that before.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs when I pull back, and I watch her face for all the little clues.

Her lids are heavy. Even in the moonlight I can see the pink rise in her cheeks and I want to someday see that sort of flush on her whole body. I’m not taking her tonight; I’ve made that decision. She’ll need time to get used to me before she’s broken in and ready to ride. “There? Is that a good enough thank you?” The words are a bit breathless and the sound is like a cool breeze on a hot day.

“Not quite.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she blurts out, but I’m laser-focused on my task. I flatten my hands on top of her legs, pushing my fingers upward, her skirt catching and exposing the soft flesh as I go. “Wait, what are you doing?” The softest hint of panic creeps into her voice, but I hear something else in between the words. Excitement.

Need.

And I know how that feels.

I roll my torso forward, my face in front of hers.

“Lean back. I just want to see something. I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything about you,” she stutters but she leans back, her hands moving to support her body as she settles against the cotton feed sack behind her.

“Yes you do. You know a lot about me.” I flip the final few inches of her skirt up to her waist, my eyes dropping from her parted, pink lips to see the matching hush of cotton panties covering what’s now mine. “You watched me tonight as much as I watched you. You can learn a lot about someone from watching.”

“I wasn’t watching you.” She does her best to sound indignant and I stifle my chuckle.

“See, like right now.” I drag my fingertips over the slip of fabric between her legs, feeling the warmth and the wetness that’s seeped through. “You’re watching me.” I give her a little grin. Even under my thick beard, I know she sees me.

Fuck, her panties are soaked through and I rasp my fingers over where her clit is hiding under there, listening to the way her breathing hitches and catches with each slight movement of my hand.

I keep my fingers moving, my eyes on hers as I groan the words that fill my throat. “That feels good. So good.” Even my crazy ass knuckles are happy right now just because they get to touch her. That’s how good she feels. My eyes move from her face to watch my hand and the sight makes another few drops of cum drip out of my dick.

“I shouldn’t do this.” Her words don’t match the needy shiver in her voice.

“You’re not doing this, I’m doing this. You’re thanking me. And I told you what I want.”

“What?” Her voice shakes as my fingers trace around the elastic between her pussy and the sensitive crease of her inner thigh making her twitch under my touch.

I push the offending fabric away, slipping the backs of my fingers inside. When my touch meets the first soft brush of her hairless lips I think I might lose my shit right there.

“I said, I want to know how you taste. And that, my sweet Dove, is going to require you spreading your legs and my tongue licking right here.” I dip a fingertip into her folds. She’s hot and dripping as I caress just inside her juicy cunt.

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