Page 33 of Let Her Buck
He braces himself on one arm, the thick muscles flexing, leaning up to claim my breast. His lips close around my nipple. He’s hot, greedy, and when his teeth graze that aching point, I arch with a cry, pleasure streaking from my chest to the deepest part of me.
He drags his teeth from my nipple to the upper curve of my breast, and he bites down, marking me as I marked him. I gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure, clutching his hair, not bothering to be gentle.
“Mine,” he whispers, soothing the mark with his tongue.
“Yours,” I agree, moaning at the sensations he’s providing.
He settles back down against the rooftop and gazes up at me as I continue to ride him, a pleased expression spreading over his face at the sight of the blossoming red mark he left on my skin.
“West,” I moan, breath shaky and thick with tears.
“I’m here, darlin’,” he murmurs. He reaches up to toy with the nipple he just left behind, tugging gently until I arch into his hand. “Don’t fight it. Let me love you.”
I realize then I’m tugging at him, pulling him closer and pushing him back, caught in the tangle of wanting and needing too much. But he’s not letting me go.
He knows what I need. He flips us over so I’m lying on my back and the strong weight of his body is pressing me down. Holding me. Our mouths lock in a deep kiss before he trails his lips down my neck, and then he kisses lower, worshipping a path down my stomach.
“Fuck, you’re so wet…so sweet…I love you, Laney.” His voice is raw and wrecked.
“I love you too,” I say softly, fiercely. “I love you so much.”
He slides back on his knees, thighs spreading between mine. His cock stands thick and full, pulsing with need, slick with pre-come and my own arousal.
He’s beautiful. All tanned skin, sculpted muscle, and a body built for sin. But it’s more than that. He’s mine.
“Mine,” I say, rough and breathless. “You’re mine.”
“Laney.” He leans forward to capture my mouth in a hot, claiming kiss, sliding home inside of me once again.
Sweat-slicked skin slides against skin, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony. His hands explore me, kneading my hips, stroking my sides. I meet each thrust with my hips, needing more, and he groans like he’s losing his mind.
I cry out as he fills me, my walls stretching around his thick cock, the pressure exquisite. My hands fly to his shoulders, clutching hard.
“Laney,” he chokes out through gritted teeth. “Fuck…you feel like heaven.”
I clench around him, lust and love surging through me at his words. Even after two years of marriage, he never fails to tell me how sweet I am, how I make him feel. It’s so damn erotic.
Suddenly, West thrusts hard, deep and sure, and I shatter, my climax tearing through me like lightning. My body pulses around him, gripping him tighter as he thrusts again, again, eyes locked on mine like he needs to see me fall apart. Then again. And again.
“Take it,” he growls, holding my hips still as he plunges to the hilt. “Take all of me.”
I moan, my back arching as another orgasm crashes over me, faster and hotter than the first. My thighs clamp around him, muscles trembling.
Still buried deep, he groans and lets go, his cock jerking inside me, spilling heat as he comes hard.
He holds me there, impaled, his face buried in my neck, both of us shuddering.
“God, Laney,” he breathes. “I think we just made a baby.”
“Maybe two,” I say, laughing. “Or three…”
~The End