Free BuckingHard by Darah Lace Page B

“Wow, two whole weeks, that must be a new rec—”
    His lips slanted over hers and the wet blade of his tongue
sliced between them to circle her mouth. Heat swirled in her belly and zinged
in all directions. Her pussy clenched and moisture flooded her panties.
    His hands dropped to her ass and lifted her onto the rock,
then grabbed the back of her knees and spread her thighs wide. He wedged his
hips between them. It must not have been enough for him—it wasn’t for
her—because he grabbed her ass again and hauled her closer. The thick length of
his cock rubbed her clit through their jeans. A jolt of fire shot down her
thighs, ripping a cry from her and breaking the kiss.
    He didn’t let up but moved his lips along her jaw and down
her throat. “I want to take you home right now and pick up where we left off.”
    She bit her lip to keep from begging him to do just that.
But it wouldn’t lead anywhere. At least not where she wanted. Yet she couldn’t
stop him now as his tongue teased the swell of her breast and a shiver of need
shimmied its way to her cunt.
    Bending her over his arm, he yanked the other side of her
tank top and bra down. Lace grazed her nipple and she hissed through her teeth.
His mouth covered the taut bud. No more teasing, just full-on, hard sucking.
    “Oh god, Mason.” Bradi clutched a handful of hair on each
side of his head and hooked her legs around his thighs. She bucked against his
groin. He reciprocated with a groan and the sting of his teeth that sent a
thread of pleasure from her breast to her clit. “Yes.”
    He wrenched her belt buckle loose and popped the button fly
of her jeans with one tug. Then his fingers were sliding under the top of her
panties. They stilled at the edge of her damp curls, the middle finger circling
the upper crease of her folds.
    She lifted her hips, trying to wriggle closer to the
taunting digit. She would not beg.
    He released her nipple and slowly made his way across the
valley between her breasts toward the other needy peak.
    “I want to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s as pink
as your shirt, until you’re trembling and begging me to fuck you.” His finger
dipped lower, skirting her clit and delving into her slit. “I want to fill you
so full of my cock that you sink those teeth into me and come.” He probed
deeper, pumping once, twice. “Ah, yeah, feel all that cream. You want to come,
don’t you, baby?”
    Yes. No. It wouldn’t change things. He wanted her.
Now, today. He might even want her tomorrow. But he still wouldn’t love her.
She tossed her head from side to side, but a second finger joined the first and
together they curled upward to find her G-spot. “Yes.”
    “Hang on.” Without removing his fingers, he lowered her to
the cool slab, grasped her belt and ripped it from around her waist. The belt snapped,
causing her to shudder in anticipation. But he smiled and raised the leather to
her lips. “Maybe next time. Now bite.”
    Trying not to think about the fact there would be no next
time or that after one night he was aware of her needs before she voiced
them, she accepted the leather between her teeth and bit down hard. He
smothered her breast with his mouth and sucked her deep. His thumb massaged her
throbbing clit and his fingers stroked the sensitive nerves deep inside her
cunt.
    The orgasm hit in thundering beats of hot pleasure then
hummed from her core, crackling along every nerve in her body. Her muscles
contracted around his fingers. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and a
muffled moan escaped around the belt.
    He waited until the tremors slowed but hadn’t quite stopped
to release her nipple. “Damn, I need you, Bradi.”
    Beyond the roar in her ears, she heard the question in his
statement. “Yes.”
    His fingers slipped from her pussy to grip the waistband of
her jeans. He stepped back and jerked the denim, along with her silk underwear,
to her ankles. Her boots flew over his shoulder, one by one, and her