Page 37 of Bucked Hard

I release my grip on her hands and stroke up her back, teasing her, grazing her shoulder with a light touch until her cheeks are in my hands.

She doesn’t shy away from my gaze, and there is a tension hanging between us that’s almost as beautiful as she is. It sends a thrill through me just knowing that I’m making her feel this way, and knowing that it’s only the first of many – that I have a limitless number of good feelings to give. And she will get them all, because she is mine.

This is it. Please let yourself go, Rachel. Believe in us. Believe it can happen.

“It’s just, I’ve never…” Her voice turns to soft breathing and it breaks my heart. “If we’re doing what I think we’re doing, it’s my first time.”

Holy shit.

She’s untouched? The beast in me is clawing his way out. She just sealed her fate. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m the only man that will ever be inside her. I’m about to claim her in every way.

The tension on her face softens. She’s relieved by the reveal and I’m jacked up to the fucking ceiling thinking of her virgin blood smeared on my cock.

“Can you trust me? Will you do that?” I swallow hard, my fucking voice shaking. I need this to be perfect for her. She deserves that.

My Dove will never forget her first time, and all our times after this. All with me. “Trust me and I will take care of you.” I press my lips just under her ear, smelling the sweet perfume on her neck. “I want to do that more than anything, Dove. I want to take care of you.”

“I’m trying to trust you. But I’m scared. I’ve never been with a boy. I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to know what to do. You are here for me to do with as I wish. And I wish nothing more than to see you cum for me. With my name on your lips.” Blood is pumping so hard through my veins, I feel every clench of the four chambers of my heart… “And besides, I’m not a boy and I don’t fuck like a boy.” I lower my lips to her ear. “You’re about to be man-fucked so hold onto something, Dove.”

I guide her hands around my waist and when I let go, she holds tight. She’s holding onto me and with that she takes more of my heart because I want to be that safe place for her.

My heart jumps in my chest. I want to be gentle with her, but I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. A beast inside of me salivates at the thought of her, wanting to ruin her and make her filthy with me. My cum dripping from every place I intend to put it.

This animal needs to mate and love her with pain and pleasure. Things I want to do to her so she will never, ever think of another man.

The cabin disappears around us. My hands work her shirt off her shoulders and I’m impatient.

“Lift your arms up,” I growl, unable to wait. I need her naked.

The little breaths she’s taking are telling me she’s with me. Her arms go high and I tear her shirt off, dropping it and setting about the hooks on her bra, freeing the weight of her breasts. They bounce and move as I take away the restraint.

“God.” My mouth is on her in a second, her nipple springing tight on my tongue. Drops of cum soak into the fabric prison that holds my raging erection.

Both my hands are greedy, gripping on her warm, ripe flesh. I draw her as deep into my mouth as I can. I want to envelop her, consume her. She tastes like purity and sweet roses, and every lustful thought I’ve ever had comes rushing to the front of my brain.

She moans as my teeth nip at the hard center, shooting waves of heat through my body. I squeeze my fingers together, rolling her other nipple as I suck and draw on the first, unable to break myself from her flesh. It’s mine, every inch of her and I want to memorize her over and over until I can recite it in my sleep.

My head beats in time with my heart, I want to stay here forever. But I break away because I need to know.

“No one has done this before? Not what we did last night or what I’m doing now or all the things I plan on doing to you? No one?” I grit my teeth until my jaw pops, getting pissed because I need to be the first. The only. In every way and if she says otherwise, I may lose my fucking mind. The thought of any other mother fucker ever touching her sears hate into my soul.

Something flashes behind her eyes. I don’t know if it’s fear, but it sure as fuck could be because I’m fucking scary right now

All the years of holding out, holding back, having only a passing interest in women are all coming to a head right now.

I need her to cum, I need it. Not want. Not it-would-be-nice. I need it. Hers before mine seem to be words that thump inside my lust-filled brain.

She pants, her breath falling hot on my skin. “No,” she gasps. “No one except you.” I give her another moment to breathe while I let the honor of what we’re about to do sink down into the very marrow of my bones.

“Good.” I savor the lush softness of each breast as I revel in their weight. I knead and pull at the skin, listening to her breath hitch as I caress. I jut a leg forward, crushing my thigh upward between her legs and the heat from her cunt is radiating. “Are you wet, Dove? Is that cunt ready for me?”

Her body jolts at my harsh words, then as quickly she shivers and arches forward, offering herself to me. She likes the dirty talk and that’s good, because I have a lot to say to her.

When I pinch each gathered nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyelashes flutter and her lips fall open.

I lower my face and bury it between her ripe flesh, lifting and pressing her tits together so my mouth can have them both at once. She yips and shakes when it’s my teeth and not my lips she feels.

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