Page 69 of Bucked Hard

He even snarls, barely making eye contact as he works.

Chad makes quick work of my clothes, my body jerking and twisting as the fabric of my blouse tangles around my shoulders and he pulls until it snaps free. My panties come off with a tear, catching on my boots, but they don’t last long either. Chad tugs them off like he’s fighting for his life. He flings them so hard, they hit the opposite wall and knock his baseball cap off the protruding hook.

My heart is not just beating but pounding dangerously hard, the thundering beats feeling like a stampede inside my chest and it’s making it hard to breathe.

The sight of him like this is thrilling. He’s on a mission and I doubt I could stop him now even if I tried. His eyes are slits, his lips slightly open. He’s so focused on the fury that seems to have engulfed him that his skin is flushed with sweat. A brush of a smile hits his lips when he flips me over, unclasps my bra with a snap and then flips me back up to face him. I’m at his mercy, like he’s roping a calf.

His belt clinks and there’s a swoosh of denim as he races to free himself from every shred of fabric.

The sight of him still makes me shiver and draw a shaking breath.

His tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip as one of his hands drops down to stroke the magnificent length of his erection. He’s so confident, watching his hand move makes a river of my own arousal flood out of me, and I instinctively open my legs. His eyes drop down and lock onto my soaking opening.

“God, Dove. That’s the most beautiful thing in the world. So beautiful when you offer yourself to me like that without being asked.” He strokes himself faster, his thumb swirling around the soaking tip, spreading the drops of clear liquid over the engorged helmet. His other hand comes up to cover his mouth, slips down to rub his chin as though he’s trying to steady himself.

“I know you like to see.”

I bite my lip, still feeling strange to be so vulnerable. Opening my body for him to see like this is still new, but from the look on his face I’ve just given him a gift and that makes me feel beautiful.

“You ready for a ride, Dove? Because I’m thinking gentle is not possible tonight. It’s gonna hurt tomorrow. When you walk, I want you reminded every step you take of who was here.” His hand drops from his hard-on, down between my open thighs. The cool of the air tingles at the heat between my legs.

My entire body jerks when his hand covers me, his fingertips clutching between my legs, taking a fistful of me like he is claiming something he nearly lost. Something he doesn’t intend to let go of.

His lips are warm and soft, but unapologetic and rough as his tongue enters my mouth. The kiss is beautifully suffocating, taking what he wants. He’s aggressive and I melt under him. The way he kisses me, like he has every right to, sends ripples of throbbing need from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

The weight of the ring on my finger draws my mind. Everything is spinning, and the feelings he stirs inside me are raw and I pray for a split second that we can always feel like this.

“I fucking love you, Rachel. And I think you’re fucking gorgeous. You’re mine forever and you’re never getting away. I swear on every bible in the state of Michigan, if you ever leave, I’ll find you, swing a lasso over you and drag you back. I hope you know I’d tear down mountains to make you happy Dove. It’s all that matters to me.”

His fingers soften between my legs, discovering me, playing and touching like he could do this forever. His eyes are on mine, watching for my every reaction. I’m lost in his face, the flick of his tongue on his lower lip. The tightening of his jaw muscle and the way his brow comes together, so intense and completely present.

He shifts his body upward, drawing my eyes to the way each of his muscles work under his skin. My hands caress his shoulders, feeling the movement of each hard line of his tendons. A golden flame burns inside my belly, consuming me with its heat.

He moves his fingers lower, entering me slowly, searching my face for something he needs to know.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Rachel.” He slowly glides two fingers inside me, holding them there until I think I’m going to fly apart. “How much I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you that first night. I wanted to tear off your clothes off right there in the bar and fight for you in front of God and everyone. I wanted this…” I gasp as he shoves his fingers inside me until his knuckles stop him. “But I wanted to know. Know you. I need you to need me.”

“I do need you.” I stutter each word, lost in the million ways this feels good.

His fingers draw out, then back in, faster now as he hovers over me, holding himself on one locked arm. The feel of his slick skin under my fingers reminds me of the silky skin of his cock, making my mind race. I can feel the tension growing as he presses inside me and moves side to side, in and out until I’m barely holding onto reality.

“God, I could do this forever.” He pushes his long fingers into the front wall of my vagina, hitting a spot that shoots white stars in front of my eyes, and my hands grab onto him because for a moment I feel like I’m in free fall.

I can’t look at him anymore; my eyes close and my thoughts seem to collapse in on themselves. He owns me, body and soul, inside and out.

How he does that I’m not sure, but my mind goes completely blank as the warmth of his mouth comes down on my breast, drawing me inside, hard and deep, making me whimper and arch into him. I grab the back of his head and pull him even closer.

I want him to be part of me. This craving he’s ignited inside of me is insatiable. It’s like I can’t get him close enough to me.

My whimpers and moans only turn on the animal inside of him. His teeth pinch at the hardened peak of my nipple and I yelp as I clutch at his hair, desperate for more. The tingle and twinge of the pain only edges me closer to that drawn, tight explosion, ready for him to release inside of me.

His teeth tighten and my body stiffens, his fingers working me from below as desperate moans come from us both. The bite sends a bolt of pain outward, yet I love how it feels to have his body braced over me like this, my legs open as he kneels between them. His face moves to take my other breast, and he grabs a handful, lifting me to his open mouth. His eyes dart to mine as he sucks deep and the sighs, sounds and sensations engulf me, spinning me over the edge into that sweet oblivion.

He doesn’t let up. The orgasm rips through me and he bites down with greater force, his fingers unyielding, pushing me farther into space as every muscle in my body twitches and I heave with the sounds of a woman at the mercy of a real man, screaming them out so they rise to the ceiling as I lose complete control of everything that connects me to this world.

Everything except him.

Chad is my world right now. He owns parts of me that until today remained secret to us both, and the connection I feel in this moment is as close to something divine as can be had here on Earth.

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