I couldn’t remember being this eager to climb on a guy’s dick. Okay, I’d never been this into it. I just came and yet Ineededit.
I deftly got the belt open and his jeans down. Buck helped by lifting his hips so his jeans and boxers were pushed down enough for his hard dick to spring forth.
“Oh wow,” I said, eyeing it.
Then I gripped it and stroked it from root to tip, marveling at how big it was. I’d only been with Jackson before and I was now coming to understand that he’d been deficient in lots of ways, including size.
My fingers didn’t close all the way around Buck’s girth. When I worked him from root to tip, I had a long way to travel. It was silky soft but steel beneath. A flared crown dripped pre-cum. That… that was what I wanted.
“In me. Now.” Who was this bossy person I’d become?
His hands cupped my wrists, stilling me. My gaze met his.
“We’ll do all kinds of things, sweetheart, but you want that cum in your pussy, you’ve gotta tell me you want the whole thing.”
I looked at his dick. “Yes, I want the whole thing.”
He laughed. “No, sweetheart, I mean me. This life. Being Sage Wilder.” My eyes met his. The need was still there, but he was serious.
“You want tomarryme?” I asked, stunned.
We were having this conversation while I stroked his dick.
“I wouldn’t have offered you babies otherwise.”
I frowned. “Wait. I… I just wanted sperm. To do this on my own.”
His hips arched up. “I’m offering you everything, sweetheart. You just have to take it.”
“But–”
He tipped his chin down. “See it drip from me? All that’s for you. Every drop.”
I let go of my hold on him, leaned back against the steering wheel. “You’re holding out on me, just like Jackson.”
He shook his head, reached between us and gripped his dick. Started to stroke it, his thumb swirling over the crown as he got to the top. I imagined him doing this in the shower and I watched mesmerized.
“Holding out? Can’t you feel this thing between us? It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. I want more, and not just sex.”
“Yeah, but for sex, can’t we just use a condom?” I asked, sounding ridiculously desperate.
He shook his head. “Never gonna have anything between us, sweetheart. I’m taking you bare or not at all. I’m ready to give you everything,” he said, his breathing turning ragged, his jaw clenching tight. “It’s right there, sweetheart. You can climb right on and I’ll give you a big load nice and deep. Only when you’re ready.”
Was I ready to commit to Buck? He wanted tomarryme. Did I want to give up my life in New York and move here? Get the family I wanted with a guy I’d just met?
I barely knew him. I’d spent three years with Jackson and this guy was talking forever after a day.
While I contemplated, he jerked off, then came with a harsh growl. His hips jerked, his jaw clenched. God, he was gorgeous when he came.
Thick spurts filled his palm he had closed over the tip, as if trying to stop a fire hose with his hand. It was messy and so incredibly hot. My pussy clenched, empty.
After he caught his breath, he flipped his palmover, showed me the big load, as he’d called it, which could’ve been deep inside me. Flicking a finger through the mess, he brought it to my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked the salty tip into my mouth.
“It’s all for you, Sage. When you’re ready, I’ll put it where it belongs and breed you.”
11
SAGE
