Page 25 of Tack’s Bounty

“I will do as little or as much as you want, babe,” he offered, holding her in his arms, his eyes heating.

No man had ever looked at her with as much heat and want in his eyes. How could she tell him that she wanted him with every breath in her body but was scared he’d be repelled by what Rufus called her big tits and butt?

Tack winked at her, setting her on her feet and turning her toward him.

“Babe, I can’t wait to feast on these luscious curves you have. He was a dumbass who didn’t properly appreciate the beauty before him,” he conceded, sliding a hand behind her neck, pulling her close until he could trail kisses down her cheek.

She honestly didn’t know what to say, so she just concentrated on the way he made her feel. He smirked at her and pulled back before his lips were close to her breasts. Was she supposed to take her own clothes off, or would he want to?

He stepped back, grabbing his shirt by the back collar and tugging it over his head. “How about you stand there, and after my clothes are off, I’ll unwrap you like the present you are?”

His skin was stretched taut over the muscles of his chest and arms—smooth, without any hair to get in the way of her lips.

He unbuckled his belt and jeans, shimmying his hips to pull them down his thighs until they pooled on the floor. When had he taken off his boots? And wow, if she’d known he didn’t have underwear on outside, she couldn’t have kept her hands off him. He ran his hand up and down his shaft, which, holy smokies, was thicker than any she’d ever seen—not that she’d seen that many. She wasn’t a total hoe.

Tack stepped closer, a smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t think you’re a hoe at all, but I am ready to unwrap my present if you are.”

She nodded and toed off her shoes and socks. She wanted to get this show on the road. Tack’s warm hands slid under the straps of her overalls, touching her breasts through the T-shirt before unhooking the straps, letting them fall down. He unhooked the side buttons, helping the overalls slide down her hips and thighs. He knelt in front of her to lift her foot and slide the leg off, then repeated it on her other leg. She was not going to be ashamed of her curves because Tack had told her she was a beauty.

“Good job, babe,” he praised, pressing kisses on each thigh before trailing up to her panties. He paused, staring up at her.

“You smell delicious, babe, but I think we’ll need this off,” he winked, slipping his fingers inside the waistband and dragging her panties down. He kissed above her mound then trailed kisses up her tummy, pushing her shirt up as he went. When he reached her breasts, he stood up. Sophia had trouble concentrating—his kisses had her core wet and aching and her nipples hardening. She wanted him to lay her down and have his way with her.

“I want that too, babe. Me, inside your wet pussy, making you mine until you can’t remember your name,” Tack whispered against her breast above the edge of her bra before he pulled the cups under her breasts, framing them.

“Oh, we’ll definitely have to get you some shelf bras that will give me access to worship these beauties whenever I want,” he murmured, taking her nipple in his warm, wet mouth.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned.

It was like her nipples had a direct line straight to her pussy and clit. She grabbed the back of his head, holding him to her breast. This was too good to have him stop.

“Not stopping, babe, but we don’t want this one getting lonely,” he insisted with a smirk, kissing across her chest until he captured her other nipple in his mouth, his fingers keeping the other one from feeling neglected.

“Please, Tack,” she pleaded.

“Babe, when I’m getting ready to sink inside my pussy, call me Ryder,” he ordered, unhooking her bra and dropping it on the floor before pulling back to slide his hands to her waist and lift her.

“Oh,” she screeched, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His cock rubbing against her as he carried her around to the side of the bed and her nipples rubbing against his chest built the ache he’d started.

Pulling back the cover, he laid her on the bed, staring at her. “You’re magnificent. Your curves, your beautiful skin, and these rosy nipples are so sexy, and I want to sink into you. But first, I have to taste you,” he vowed, moving between her legs, settling his shoulders between them. She squirmed when he ran his finger between her legs, his touch enflaming her senses.

“Ryder,” she breathed.

“Settle back and enjoy your man eating this pretty pussy, Sophia,” Tack directed.

Okay, so Ryder knocked the dirty talk out of the park. His chuckle against her pussy had her shuddering. Oh glory, this man’s mouth was lethal. Could she die from too much pleasure? Or pass out? She wasn’t sure, but she would be happy to find out. Well, the passing out because dying would suck because then she wouldn’t be with him.

Ryder paused licking her pussy to chuckle again. “Babe, I love hearing your thoughts. How about you close your eyes and just feel?”

She nodded and closed her eyes. Oh, this was good. She blanked her mind of any other thoughts besides Ryder’s mouth on her pussy. When he added his fingers and rubbed that spot inside her, something detonated with waves of ecstasy rolling over her.

She came back to herself with Ryder lying beside her, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts.

“You back with me, babe?” he asked, leaning close to trail kisses across her breast.

“Yes,” she sighed.