Page 83 of Buckled in Barbwire

His chuckle bounces me against him and I trap a moan. “You can use me for sex, wife. I don’t mind.”

“Just once?”

He laughs louder. “Whatever you’ve gotta tell yourself.”

Any lingering reservations swerve off course and lust gets behind the wheel. “Okay.”

Another pleased sound comes from him as his hand begins wandering under my dress. “Want me to soothe the ache?”

Fire singes my cheeks as I gather the boldness that’s required to blurt, “I want you to be the boss.”

He stills for a moment before a slow smirk stretches his lips. “That can be arranged.”

Talented fingers slip beneath my panties, gliding along my slick heat. The confident touch slips forward and back in a smooth motion. I shudder from the slightest jolt of friction.

Brody rumbles his praise. “Ready and waiting for me.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, yes.”

My toes curl when he lightly swipes over my clit. I’m already on edge. His performance on this bull was the ultimate foreplay.

“Please,” I press.

His stare devours mine while I begin to quake. “My needy wife likes to beg?”

A confusion of denial and acceptance thrashes my head in a wild circle. “This is new for me.”

“You know just what to say.” His teeth nip at my upturned jaw. “Gonna make you come for being such a good little wife.”

Those words spur desire into a gallop. Brody Benson rules over his cowboy kingdom with a dirty mouth and steel-toed boots. Now he reigns over me too.

Pressure builds in my core when he slides a finger into me. After a few shallow pumps, he retreats and sweeps through my sex again. It’s a maddening pattern meant to tease pleasure from me. The movements are steady but slow… not nearly enough.

“More,” I plead.

“Demanding,” he rasps against my throat. “Tell me what you need.”

“Keep going. Faster,” I wheeze.

At least two fingers thrust into me, and I release a soundless scream.

He croons in approval. “That’s more like it. Is this what you wanted, wife?”

A sloppy nod is the only response I can manage. His expert touch is sending me to the peak. This man plays with me like I’m actually his favorite toy. In this instance, I don’tmind the comparison. I’m all too willing to let him use me. Pleasure is the name of this game.

Brody sucks and licks along my neck while his hand continues to fuck me. But this feels like worship. Each action is meant to fuel my passion. His fingers scissor, demanding the release to pour out of me. A spasm clenches my empty core and I mewl. I sag into his onslaught, giving him complete control. His thumb swirls over my clit and I shatter.

My palms scramble to grip onto his shoulders while the waves threaten to pull me under. Ripples of warmth flood through me. I grind against him, seeking every ounce of relief. The orgasm seems bottomless and I almost cry from the intensity.

Eventually, the tingles subside and I’m sated for a beat. My bleary gaze finds Brody watching me consume the pleasure. I open my mouth to sing his praises but I’m too breathless.

“My wife is very responsive.” He brings his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking my release from the skilled digits. “And delicious.”

“Gosh, you’re filthy.” But I don’t look away.

“Just getting started, Twinkles. Take out my cock.”

I quirk a brow. “If you’re about to demand a blowjob, be warned that I choke on small objects.”

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