Page 30 of Double Bucked

I watch him unbuckle. I swallow when his zipper hisses. My back arches, and I push up even taller on my toes. Beseeching.

I want him so badly my core aches.

He pushes his cock inside of me. His hands bunch at my hair. I can feel him so deep. My toes want to curl, but they can’t. They’re too busy trying to hold me up.

He thrusts into me once. Twice. Three times.

That’s all it takes. I’m so worked up I explode.

The woman in the mirror loses it. She disassembles, slumping forward—a boneless heap as he clutches her hips and gives a final thrust before pouring himself inside of her.

I cry out. I close my eyes. Sweet, sweet heat.

My body craves it. Tightens for it. Milks his hardworking cock, pleading for more.

He gives more. More thrusts. More spilling. More. All of it. Everything that is his is mine now, living inside of me. When he pulls out, I’m not empty long. He pushes those long fingers deep inside, and I choke on a gasp when I realize he’s pushing it inside me.

“Don’t clean up,” he tells me. “Keep it inside. I might not want children, but I can still make you my breeding pet.”

Holy fuck. My cunt, which thought it was done coming, suddenly gives a tight throb that makes me whine.

He uses his grip on my hair to lift me and pull me against his strong body. He opens my mouth with his tongue. His kiss is strong. Possessive. It sucks the air out of my lungs. I curl my fingers on his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing more. Needing everything.

He makes me so fucking needy.

My thighs part. If he asked, I’d let him fill me again.

If he asked, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me.

But he reaches between us, pulls the teeth of his zipper together, and buttons his pants. Our kiss sent his glasses askew, so he fixes those as well. He lost control for a minute there. He’s pulling himself back together. One button at a time.

“We should go back out,” he says. “Your friends are waiting.”

“You tore my dress.”

He attempts to fix it until he sees that I’m right, and the damaged sleeve falls limply down my arm. He takes off his blazer and hangs it over my shoulders.

“That should hold until we get you home.”

“Where you can rip it off me properly.”

A smile threatens the edge of his mouth. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m drippy.” I’m in that giddy, postorgasm euphoria. I pluck one of his earbuds from his ear and hold it close so I can hear the music. “What did we fuck to?”

“The Eurythmics.”

I press the front of my body to his, like a cat. I tilt my forehead at his chest and reach upward to tuck the earbud back into the shell of his ear. “Will you think about breeding me every time you hear them now?”

I drop my hand down his middle and cup his groin. What was dormant starts to swell for me again.

His fingers grip my wrist, chastising. “Don’t ruin the Eurythmics for me.”

“You have a funny way of using the word ruin.”

He weaves his fingers through mine, extracting me from his dick and taking my hand in his own. Holding my hand, he unlocks the bathroom and escorts me out.

There’s a rush of AC-chilled air when we re-enter the Equestrian Club, and for a second, I’m dizzy. I find my eyes bouncing around the room, zeroing in on the women. A lot of maternity dresses. A lot of virgin mocktails.

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