Page 95 of Bucked Hard

With that, his lips are on mine. His tongue moves slowly, leisurely, and my thoughts about my dad seeing us kiss evaporate on a gust of country wind.

“I said, see you for dinner.”

“I told you.” Ranger’s voice dips into my ear as his cock drives hard forward, pinning me against the wall of the diner’s tiny employee bathroom.

By seven o’clock, the customers were thinning at Rustler’s. Not that it had been all that busy my whole shift. With the storm bringing down lines and trees, causing blockages and damage, people were less inclined to go out to eat, I guess.

It was slow, so I tried to talk to Luther again about helping him with his accounting—no charge, of course. The way he does things is so disorganized. It’s no wonder he’s been audited twice. But, geez, you would have thought I’d insulted his mother the way he shut down my offer of help.

There was an older couple sitting at a window table and a regular at the counter when the bells on the front door jingled, drawing my attention.

As soon as I glanced up, my panties were soaked.

Ranger glared at Luther, the owner, and he glared back, but then their faces each softened and there was a grudging nod. I noticed the tension, but there was no time to ask questions. Ranger walked straight toward me, taking me by the hand and leading me down the back hallway and into this small room. Then, without a word, he ripped off my drenched panties, fixed my hands on the edge of the sink and took a knee behind me.

Eating me from behind, he didn’t stop until my legs started to give way. Then he scooped me up with one arm, my legs wrapping around him, released his cock from his pants with his free hand, and buried himself in me on a primal grunt, knocking my head against the white tile wall as he sank into me in one motion.

And who was I to say no? Even now, as my whole body rears and bounces against the bathroom wall, I can think of nothing but how much I love him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” His lips move against my ear. “I can’t stop…” The lust in his voice sends me toppling over the edge, falling into an orgasm.

The sound of my own voice rising in my ear makes me squirm, and I dip my head into the thin layer of fabric covering his shoulder, trying to muffle my pleasured cry.

He moves in and out, holding himself against me, then moves more. Faster, then slower, as his eyes remain on mine. When his mouth opens and the tension on his face mounts, the look of hunger sends me spinning.

The base of his cock pulses along with my orgasm, filling my body once again with his seed. His cock thickens as his own climax draws a low roar from his throat, and he sets his lips on my neck, grunting his release into my flesh.

We rock together for a long moment, riding out the waves until finally, his lips are on mine. His hands still grip the mounds of my ass, his manhood thick and full inside my body, making me feel his possession, his ownership of me.

When he breaks our kiss, his eyes are dark, centered on mine, his breath warm and hinting at the pleasure it gave me moments ago.

“I need to get back,” I breathe, sure there will be a knock on the door any moment.

“I need you to understand that you’re mine. You get that, Little Bit?”

I gasp as he presses even deeper. The fullness I feel is unlike anything I could have imagined. Tears well in my eyes as he shifts and flattens his body against mine, consuming me, making me a part of him in every way imaginable.

Pain radiates outward as his fingertips dig into my soft flesh. My hip joints strain and my hands clutch, working their way up into the back of his hair, feeling the softness as the strands settle between my fingers.

I nod. I get it. I understand. I’m his. “And you’re mine,” I whisper, making him smile as he leans in to connect his mouth to mine.

A fist pounds on the door, making it shake on its hinges, sending a drumbeat through my core.

“You got tables, sweet cheeks.” Luther’s voice comes through, and I flush with embarrassment.

“She’s comin’ right along,” Ranger answers without a hint of hesitation, then kisses me with that cowboy kiss that tells me all is right with the world.

He slips out of me, gently lowering my feet back to earth as a gush of what he’s put inside me drips down the insides of my thighs.

“Just stand there,” he commands as he steps to the sink, flipping on the water and grabbing a handful of paper towels. He passes them under the stream of water, then smiles at me. “Hold that skirt up.”

My heart and belly flutter as this monster of a man, this gruff cowboy of mine, proceeds to delicately clean my thighs and my raw pussy with such focus you’d think he was doing life-saving surgery.

Then when he’s done, he licks his lips, tosses the paper towels into the trash, and slips my panties back over my feet and up into place.

“After you.” He sweeps an arm wide as he reaches to open the door, the sounds of the diner suddenly filling the short back hall as his hand settles into the small of my back, guiding me out and to the open floor of the restaurant.

“I’ll be right here.” He settles into a booth, casually laying his arms across the back of the bench, proud as a farm cat with a saucer of cream.

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