He must’ve heard my frustration because he put a knee on the bed and came over me. He settled between my thighs, his dick sliding through my slick folds.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Buck said, stroking my hair back from my face. “You ready for me?”
He reached between us, slid one finger, then two, deep inside me.
I arched my back.
“I’m ready!” I cried.
“I’m gonna take my time with you. Next time. Now, I gotta fuck you.”
He rolled his hips and he slid into me in one long thrust.
My hands clawed at his back as he stretched me open. Buck may have been right in saying that Jackson had a pencil dick because… wow. I was so full. Crammed. So deep, it was just shy of painful. My body clenched around him, trying to adjust.
“You feel like heaven,” he said, his head dropping to my neck. He kissed me there as he rolled his hips, pulling back, then fucking deep. He took me hard.
Fast.
I moaned. He groaned.
I begged. He fucked.
My knees clenched his hips.
He lifted his head, met my eyes. “Ready for my cum, sweetheart?”
I nodded, licked my lips. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Gotta come for me then. That pussy needs to milk all of it from me.”
Okay, I liked dirty talk. Buck was ridiculously good at it. But this was different. This was a kink I hadn’t known I had until him. Before now, it’d been talk, not action. He was going to give me a baby. He was going to fuck me nice and deep and fill me with his cum. So much of it that my body didn’t have a choice but take it all and make a baby.
He reached between us, found my clit and ran his thumb over it. Lightly at first, like a swirl across the top. I clenched. I gripped. I screamed.
“Good girl. Fuck, yes.”
I felt him swell inside me, hold himself deep and then… he filled me. Hot cum spurted deep. He growled and gripped my thigh as he unloaded in me.
He settled on his forearms over me, kissed me as he stayed deep inside. I felt some of his cum seeping out, but I had no doubt he’d had so much.
Lifting his head, he smiled down at me. “Better than a turkey baster?” he asked.
I laughed. “Better than a turkey baster.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m not done.”
Deftly, he flipped us so I was on top, my knees straddling his hips. He was still inside me, deeper in this position.
His hands went to my hips.
“You want more, gotta work for it.”
He thrust his hips up just a little and he bumped my cervix.
I gasped, then set my hands on his chest.
“That’s it. You want my cum, don’t you? Greedy for it. I’ve got another load for you, sweetheart. That’s it, fuck yourself on me and get more. You’ll be so full of me by morning, won’t you?”
