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I swallow hard and stare up at Buck. “I’m yours… just tell me what to do.”

Chapter Eight

Buck

I’m not sure what changed between the time I left and when I came back, but whatever did, I’m thankful for it. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever been more thankful of anything in my life, celebrity included.

“Good girl,” I growl, kissing her neck over and over, lingering on the lobes of her ears and her pulse points. I don’t mean to grind into her. I want to go slow, take my time with her body, make sure our first time is perfect, but I feel the hinges coming undone as we rock into each other. “Take that shirt off. I want to see you, all of you.”

Her dark eyes meet mine as she pulls her oversized t-shirt up and off her perfect body.

Fuck.

Her large breasts hang forward as she reaches down to slide her light cotton panties to the floor. She’s backed away enough that I can’t reach out and touch her without moving forward. I could move right now, bend her back, and lick her up. Instead, I hold steady for a moment, studying her perfectly curved body.

Her breasts are large and heavy. Her nipples hard and speared, surrounded by a light pink ring that’s driving me fucking insane. Her hips taper outward, and her stomach isspongy and soft. All of what I’ve seen is gorgeous, but those thighs. Her perfectly thick thighs… fuck!

“Lean back on that couch, sweetheart. I need a taste.”

She swallows hard and leans back as I spread her legs and rest them on my shoulders, then dive in with greed, kissing her thighs, licking her outer lips, touching her softly against the inside of her knee.

“Buck,” she says breathlessly.

I growl low and slide inside of her with the tip of my tongue, carefully tasting her sweetness before devouring her.

She grips the sheets with one hand and my arm with the other, gasping as I scrape my teeth over her throbbing clit. “Oh, God… don’t stop.”

I had no intentions of stopping. The paparazzi could bust into this room and film the entire act, and I wouldn’t stop. I need her. I need to be inside of her. I need to fill this tight, warm, sweet little pussy with everything I have. I need to hold her and make her mine.

I crush my mouth against her clit, kissing and licking with a steady motion as she grinds her hips up against my face.

“Okay, I need your cock. Come on.” Her hands clasp tight around my forearms, and she tugs gently. “I need you so bad.”

Moaning, I lean up from her wet folds, kissing them between each word. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Do we need one?” Her tone is soft and gentle. “I can’t wait. I need you… bad.” There’s a slight desperation in her tone that sends my brain to outer space. She rolls her hips up against my face, teasing me. “Come on. I need you. Don’t you need me?”

I growl into her mound and taste her again, licking and sucking the soaking lips of her delicate frame as I grip her lush feminine hips in my hands. I grabbed my guitar, I grabbed more flowers, but I didn’t think to grab condoms. I was hoping tonight would go well, and I was hoping I’d get to taste her, but I didn’texpect it to go this well. I didn’t expect tonight would be the night I claimed her.

“Of course I fucking need you. You have no idea how badly I want to sink into your tight, little core and fill you up with babies. But sweetheart, are you sure you’re ready? I wasn’t trying to rush anything.” I kiss her stomach, then each hip, as I circle my fingers lazily around her rosebud nipple. “I know you need time to get used to this.”

“I’m ready, Buck. I can’t wait any longer.” She pants as she speaks.

My cock presses uncomfortably hard at the seam of my jeans. It’s a sickness how excited I am to touch her.

Peppering kisses up over her stomach, I stand from my knees and strip off my jeans, watching a flush grow over her bare skin. She’s gorgeous. Dark hair swept around her frame, lips parted, and eyes like stars sparking up at me with anticipation.

Fuck… I need her. I need her for good. I need a ring on her finger. I need a home with her heart. I need children with that dark hair and those pretty, brown eyes.

Dragging in a deep breath, I stroke my cock at her slippery entrance and tug her hips toward me, sinking into her soft, wet pussy with a growl. “Fuck… I’m so excited for this.”

Heat surges down my spine as I dig deeper inside of her. “You okay?”

Her sounds stop and she nods slowly. “Yeah, you’re huge. It’s just,” she lets out a breath as she rocks into me slightly, “it’s sothick,but it’s okay… keep going.”

I lean my weight into her, gripping her ass as I thrust deeper and harder, watching her pretty little lips part, her heavy breasts sway, her hair tangle in a knotted mess against the couch cushion.

Fuck. I thrust deeper, watching her face, mapping how she reacts to each push, memorizing how to fuck her, what spotsmake her whine, what combination of movements drive her over the edge.

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