Page 91 of Bucked Hard

I lift my head to see him looking up at me. The focus and determination in his eyes send me over the edge.

He’s gauging my reactions. He wants to know if what he’s doing is working.

Holy hell is it ever working.

White dots fill my vision. The look of concern on his face… The rough scratch of his beard, topping off the flicking of his tongue against my clit… It all topples me over into an orgasm from which I may never return.

My body takes on a life of its own, twisting, flailing, but his hand shoots upward, clamping down, holding me, his arm resting heavy and solid across my body. His hand grips my breast, holding me in place as I convulse and scream.

I rake my fingers through his hair, pushing him away and pulling him closer, unsure that I can handle any more of what he’s giving me and yet daring to hope he may never stop.

And right now, there is no sign that he intends to.

He licks more, harder. Around, then down. Side to side. As I push up on my heels into his face, it only spurs him on.

The sounds coming from me are base. Primal. My jaw muscles strain and ache as my mouth opens to its limits, squeezing my eyes shut, unable to focus on anything as the room spins and I’m left blank, devoid of any thought except how much I need this, more of this, more of whatever it is he’s giving me.

I’ve ripped the quilt off the bed by the time the waves begin to soften. It’s been minutes. Hours, even. I have no idea. My body is quivering. I’m arched and twisted. Panting and gasping and frozen in place.

Every inch of me aching from the strain of moving in ways I never thought possible. Yet the pleasure… Oh, the pleasure is worth it.

Ranger softly kisses the insides of my thighs, making soft humming sounds as my muscles twitch. My breath comes in tiny gasps with each movement of his lips.

Now it’s the callused pad of his thumb along with his mouth, back on me again, and I come completely undone. Tears stream out of the corners of my eyes to be absorbed into my hair as they find their way down my hot cheeks.

I want him.

I want him inside me.

This day has turned into pure fantasy come to life, and I stop fighting it.

One more glance down to see him working. Eyes closed now. Intense. The lines on his forehead deep with his effort. Something shakes loose inside me. A place never before touched that feels so deeply personal it makes the tears multiply.

This near stranger is eating me like a predator, and all I can think of is how thankful I am I’ve never done this with anyone before. That somehow, in some strange and cosmic way, I waited for him.

Waited for all this. This move to a glorious new life. It took so much effort, so much urging from my father this morning to come here with him, to pick up a load of hay, when all I wanted to do was find my way back to the life I knew before horse fences and miles of dirt roads that lead nowhere.

Before the turkey that chased me into that chicken coop where I fought and kicked the locked door, leaving me frustrated and sweat-soaked.

Before, with a click, the door opened, and there was Ranger. Silhouetted, with the sun shining behind him. And in that moment, the ground under me shifted.

This man.

His mouth is on me in such a way my vision blurs and a lust is triggered inside that tells me this is what it is to love. To be in love. To be loved. It’s not just picket fences and planning the next home improvement project.

It’s this. This gnawing need.

And I need. I need to see him. To feel him. To know everything about him.

To give myself to him.

“Ranger!”My ragged voice hits the ceiling as another orgasm rips through me, spinning my thoughts and sending them into reckless territory.

But I want more. I want all of him. I want him to use me and take me.

This scary, beautiful man who I think is giving me parts of him as well.

When the quaking subsides, words tumble out without thought. My careful, measured self left somewhere in the wake of the lust in his eyes.

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