Page 98 of Saddled in Secrets
She shrugs. “And we’ll deal with it then.”
I eye her closely. “You’re not upset?”
“Why would I be? That’s a decision you made before we met. It was important to you. I respect that. We’re a team now. Whatever challenges we face, we’ll conquer them together.”
I crush her against me. “Fuck, I love you.”
“Love you too.” Her fingers drift along the tattoo decorating my spine. “Guess we’re both a bit crooked.”
“That’s not funny.” But I’m fighting a grin.
“Eh, I was trying to lighten the mood. The fact you’re a reformed bad boy is very sexy.” She taps her chin. “Maybe that’s why you love my explicit versions of torture.”
I cup the back of her neck and haul her in for a punishing kiss. “Why are you so chill about this?”
She scoffs as if affronted. “I don’t let anything stop me, right? That includes your snipped baby maker. You’re stuck with me.”
My forehead nudges hers. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Do I need to count the ways?” Bianca gestures around the shed, stopping at the trinkets from Germany. “You’ve already done so much for me in a very short amount of time. If we’re meant to have children, we’ll have them. It’s a worry for the future. As for right now, I’d appreciate you following through with the lovemaking.”
Just for that entitled sass, I harness her hips in a secure hold over my cock and thrust hard. Bianca coughs out a gasp. Her nails dig into my arms, trying to get a grip. A satisfying throb pulses through me at finally feeling her snug pussy stretching around me. I’m barely halfway in, but pressure already cradles my balls. She’s tight but wet. We’ll go slow.
I bite her upturned jaw. “Too much?”
“Yes,” she chokes.
My steely grip locks her in place. “But you’re gonna take every inch like a spoiled brat.”
“Uh-huh, I want it all.”
“It’s yours.”
Determination crosses her face and she sinks lower onto my length. A shiver pebbles her skin, arrowing my focus to her breasts. I swoop down to suck a hardened nipple into my mouth.She pushes her chest at me, shoving my dick deeper in the process.
“Almost there,” she breathes.
One hand unclamps from her waist to trail between her legs. Slippery arousal coats my fingers. She’s fucking drenched for me. That squeezes my cock in a smug fist and I smirk around a mouthful of tit.
I glide my thumb to her clit, which jolts her against me. We snap together like two halves just waiting to be made whole. A simultaneous sigh escapes us as our desire is joined.
Her pussy clenches in greeting and I grunt at the friction. Warmth rushes under my skin to match the heat wafting off her. My cock jerks, most likely releasing a squirt of precum as a preview of what’s to come.
Bianca wiggles to test the fullness. Her breath hitches at the sensation she discovers. “Ohhhhh, that Reverse Prince Albert should be crowned as king.”
After a parting swipe, I unlatch from her nipple and lick a path to her collarbone. My thumb is still strumming her clit as she adjusts. A soft whimper dribbles from her parted lips, but she’s smiling.
“Princess approved?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Riding bareback has a whole new meaning.”
A noise of contentment from me is quick to agree. The hand not tucked into her sex roams along her side, drifting to support her upper back. While my mouth travels along her soft skin, I inhale lilac and unbridled passion.
Bianca’s head tips back, giving me access to her throat. “Your pierced penis is incredible.”
My lips stamp a grin into her neck. “Just for you, baby girl.”
In a cautious motion, she glides up my length to the tip. She circles her pelvis and takes my full length back in. That kicks offa gentle tempo. With each rise and fall, the valve on my control weakens. My thumb strokes her clit faster to even the score.
