Page 28 of Ball Buster

So if this makes me a fool then I’m a fool for him.

“You ready to get out of here?”

I lick my lips tasting him and beer.

Intoxicated at the thought of where this night could take us if I let go and just go with it.

This doesn’t have to mean anything if I don’t want it to.

“I wanted to ride the bull.”

He leans in and whispers in my ear, “How about you ride me instead?”

Back at the trailers Solo takes me to his. Part of me wants to protest. I know he had Angel in here only a few nights ago and who knows who else there’s been but tonight it’s me. His trailer is way nicer than mine. He’s definitely put in some upgrades to his appliances from what I can see as only the light overhead of the stove is on. The rest of the place is dark. Solo wastes no time getting to it. I hear his boots thudding against the floor as he kicks them off. Then his hands and his mouth are on me. Man can he kiss. The way he touches me as though he can’t get enough sets my soul on fire.

My shirt goes flying along with my shoes. Solo lifts me and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to his bed.

He drops my feet to the floor and goes straight for the zipper and button. Yanking my jeans down my legs he pauses midway through the act to kiss me again. I could grow addicted to his kisses and the primal way he handles me. Rough with need. A craving only I can satisfy.

My skin fevers with every stroke of his fingers as they move to unhook my bra while I kick my jeans the rest of the way off.

“Get on the bed,” he growls.

I sit on the edge watching him undress, lighted by the moonlight streaming through the window. He’s sexy and tonight he’s all mine. He pulls his shirt over his head revealing more ink on his skin that I can’t quite make out in the dark. His jeans disappear along with his boxer briefs then he’s on his knees, pushing me back and dragging my panties down my legs. His mouth is on my pussy in a flash as he pushes my thighs apart.

I grab hold of his dark hair and enjoy the ride his fingers and tongue are giving me along with those torturous lips. My body pulses and hums with desire as he takes me higher and higher. I know I’m going to come soon. No one has ever gotten me off with only oral stimulation. I have a bit of a kink that the only way I get off is when I know the man that I’m with is coming inside of me, but merely the thought of Solo creaming my pie has me ready to explode.

“I need you, Sebastian.”

He freezes and our gazes meet. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“Like my name coming off them lips.”

“I need you, Sebastian,” I coo, and he moves onto the bed, blanketing my body with his. The weight of his body presses into me as he reaches over into the drawer of his nightstand. I hear the wrapper ripping as I scratch my nails down his back and suck on his neck. He reaches between us, sheathing his cock and lines up with my pussy teasing the head along my lips before pushing inside me.

There’s no stopping and giving me time to adjust he goes right to work making the headboard knock against the wall. His hips flex as he thrusts deep and hard ramming into me with precision hitting me in the right spot.

“I want to feel you,” I confess and nip at the shell of his ear.

“That’s a dangerous game to play,” he grunts, pausing to slide out and back in.

I’m dripping wet but I want him skin to skin. Nothing separating us.

“Life is a game or chance and risk.”

“You asking me to risk it or to take a chance?”

“Both. We both already know what our answer is, or we wouldn’t be here right now.”

At my words he pulls out and loses the condom. I know this is incredibly stupid on my part. He owes me nothing and yet I’m asking for everything when we hardly know each other, but that’s part of the appeal.

This man gives into temptation and slides inside with ease. “Fuck me,” he mutters, going completely still. “Pure heaven. Pure trouble.” His lips meet mine as he starts to move again. “Never felt anything better.” He kisses me like only he can. “You’re beautiful, Vada.”

Our bodies move against each other, writing the beginning of our love story on each other’s skin. I glance out the window and see an orange glow coming from my trailer.

“Hey.” I push on his shoulders. “I’m on fire.”

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