Page 84 of Buckled in Barbwire

He swats my ass. “That sassy mouth. Can’t wait to stuff it so full that you gag on me.”

“Promises, promises,” I taunt.

“Lucky for you, I’d rather fuck your pussy if this is a one and done.” His playful tone doesn’t match his crude intentions.

But I’m here for it. “Save the bronco and bang a Benson.”

“Giddy up.” Brody drops his hat on my head.

“I want you inside of me. It’s about time we consummate this marriage. Fake or not.” The urgency spreading from my lower belly is definitely real.

Desire smolders in his unwavering stare but then dims slightly. “I don’t have a condom.”

It takes all of two seconds for me to consider the options. “We don’t need one.”

“Are you sure?”

My fingers get to work on undoing his belt and jeans. “I have an implant, and I’m clean.”

He palms my ass, snapping the silk layer keeping us apart. “This will be a first for me.”

“Same,” I mumble distractedly.

It’s a challenge to reach his cock in this position, but I’m a woman on a mission. The end result is well worth the struggle. My jaw drops as his dick stands proud for me to fully appreciate. I don’t need a ruler to confirm that this man is extremely well hung.

“Oh, my.” There’s no disguising the awe in my voice.

“Will my teeny weenie satisfy you, wife?”

I lick my lips while admiring his thick girth. “We should probably find out.”

His chuckle is smug, and rightfully so. An unmistakable yank, followed by a rip, discards my underwear. Brody bunches the fabric of my dress in one hand while the other grabs my hip. I’m positioned over his jutting shaft when the last of my restraint demands attention.

“Just for the record, this goes against my better judgment.”

“Happy to be the best bad decision you’ll ever make.” And then he shoves me down on his length.

Shock lodges in my throat and I gasp. My hand whacks his arm to halt his entry. “Slow down. You’re too much.”

“Takes one to know one, hmm?” Brody gives me a shallow thrust that forces me to accept more of him.

My body struggles to stretch around his intrusion. “That’s far enough.”

“I don’t think so. Just gotta loosen you up more.” He snags the remote that’s looped around my wrist. “Allow me.”

A single tap alerts Bucky to join in the fun. Another click sets his speed to a gentle sway. It’s just fast enough to assist our desperation to fit.

“Holy shit,” I breathe.

Brody massages my lower back. His length slides in a bit more with each lazy motion from the bull. “Like that?”

I nod and bite my lip. “You’re going so deep.”

“Take all of me,” he rumbles.

For whatever reason, I don’t think he’s only referring to his impressive endowment.

“Too much,” I remind.

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