Dakota

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We walk hand in hand down the road, not caring whether or not anyone sees us as they pass by. Reaching the driveway of his house, we race one another down the gravel hill, laughing loudly. Instead of going into his house, however, I pass it and head for the barn.

Buck reaches me and grasps my hips from behind, flipping me around to face him. I cup his scruffy face, rubbing my fingers through his facial hair and pulling him down to meet my lips.

“Let’s try something new, Buck,” I say just before tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth.

“Mmm...” He moans, causing slickness to form between my thighs. “I’ve got an idea.”

“What’s that?” I dip my hands under the hem of his shirt, lifting it up as far as I can to run my tongue over his muscular chest. I nibble gently on his nipple, and he groans again.

“Fuck,” he growls, tugging firmly against my hair.

“I think that’s a great idea, but we’ve already established that.”

Buck lifts me up into his arms with one swift motion, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my lips against his. He walks us over to the workbench and sets me down on top of it. Reaching behind me, he grabs something off the wall and brings it in front of me.

Mmm...a bundle of rope. The ache within my core grows stronger at the sight of it.

Buck sets the rope next to me and his hands grip my shirt, yanking it over my head in one fluid motion. I reach behind and unclasp my bra, exposing my bare breasts to him.

Buck runs a fingertip over my nipple. “We need to talk about these piercings...”

I giggle at his tone. “What about them?”

“Why the hell would you get your nipples pierced? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a virgin having pierced nipples.”

“I’ve always thought they were sexy, and I wanted them done. Simple as that. It was the first thing I did for myself when I left here.”

“Well, I think you made a very, very good decision because they are sexy as hell,” he growls in a low voice. Then, he wraps his hot, wet lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He lifts me off the workbench and steadies me on my feet. I unbutton and unzip my jean shorts, pushing them down and wiggling them off my hips.

Buck bends down and sits on his knees before me, gripping my ass and pulling my pussy to his face. He presses his nose against my most sensitive parts, the silky fabric being the only thing separating him from devouring me.  He inhales deeply through his nose and moans against me.

“Your sweet pussy is my most favorite scent. I wish I could fucking bottle it up.” He speaks in a deep voice as he tugs my panties down my body. Buck runs his tongue from my entrance up along my clit in a long, slow lick, and then kisses it gently. I tilt my head back in pleasure, pulling on his dark hair. “Your sweet pussy is my most favorite meal, too,” he adds.

“You’re so dirty,” I playfully admonish, but I giggle as I say it.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” It’s a warning, spoken as he turns me around to face the workbench. Buck grabs the rope, and then my arms, bringing them behind me. “Hold your wrists together,” he orders.

I do as he says, and I feel the rough, scratchy material of the rope being snuggly tied around my wrists.

“Can you get out of that?” he asks. I wiggle my arms and try to escape the rope, but I fail.

“No, and it burns a little to fight against it, I might add.”

“Good,” he whispers gruffly against the sensitive skin below my ear, sending an electric spark down the length of my spine.

I turn my attention to the sound of Buck’s heavy footsteps as he walks in the opposite direction from me. He pulls a riding crop from a hook on the wall. I gulp, and my breathing goes ragged.

Buck struts back toward me, and I lick my lips as I soak in the sight of him. He’s shirtless, bearing his eight-pack abs and luscious V muscle, and he’s dressed in only blue jeans and cowboy boots.

Buck cracks the crop against his palm as a devilish grin pulls on his lips. “How’s this for trying something new?” he asks in a deep rumble.

I feel the warm smoothness of the riding crop as he slides it from my ankle up to my ass cheek. For a brief second I feel it leave my skin, only to meet it again with a smack.

“Ahh!” A guttural scream escapes my throat.

Buck grabs me by a handful of my hair and pulls, throwing my head back. His lips meet the nape of my neck.

“You drive me wild, Kota, you know that? You bring out this untamable, animalistic side of me I never knew existed.”

“Mmm...I love you,” I breathe out, my head still tilted back.

Buck kisses my neck again before he releases his grip on my hair, and then he moves his hand between my thighs. Rubbing his fingers through my slick sweet heat, he inserts a finger inside of my tight entrance. My pussy clenches around his finger, only encouraging him to add in another. The smooth leather from the crop trails along the back of my leg again. This time, he brings it all the way up my back, over my shoulder, and then gently smacks it against my nipple, the stinging sensation traveling to my pussy as he works his fingers in and out of my slick tightness.

I hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he fumbles with it one-handed, then the rumpling of his denim jeans falling around his ankles. The quick and precise movements of Buck’s fingers bring me to the brink of an orgasm. He pulls them out of me and rubs the slickness in circular motions over my clit.

“Don’t come. You hear me, Kota? Not until I tell you to,” he demands.

“Yes!” I whimper, losing the fight against myself completely as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through me. I pull against my bound wrists, wanting to grab on to something, anything, but I can’t. The sting of the rope sliding against my wrists only heightens my orgasm.

Then, I feel the thick head of his cock at my pussy, and he thrusts it inside of me hard, without easing into it. A scream bellows out from me in response.

“I told you not to come, Kota. You were supposed to hold it back, and wait for my cock,” he growls, throwing the crop onto the workbench. Moans and screams of ecstasy escape me.

Working his cock in and out of my pussy from behind, I instinctively arch my back, causing his thick length to go deeper inside me. Buck’s fingers painfully dig into my hips as he yanks me back and forth effortlessly along the length of his hard shaft. He tugs against the rope my wrists are bound with and he unties it, freeing my arms.

“Touch yourself, Kota. Play with that pretty pink pussy and make yourself come on my cock,” he commands with a guttural roar.

I hold on to the workbench with one hand and slip my other between my thighs, feeling the warm wetness and Buck’s cock as it slides in and out of my center. I press my fingers against my sensitive button, rubbing vigorously as Buck quickens his pace.

“Harder, Buck! Harder!” I plead desperately, and he slams in and out of me with fury and desperation.

“You like that? You like it when I fuck you hard, Kota?”

His aggression and dominance throws me over the top, sending me through a whirlwind of pain and pleasure.

“Yes! God, yes!” I scream through an explosive orgasm as it sends shockwaves throughout my body.

Buck doesn’t slow his thrusts. He keeps going until he releases inside of me. “Ugh! Fuck!”

He presses his palms against my breasts, pulling my back against his chest. His hand slides down the front of my body. “You are so goddamn beautiful, baby.”

I melt against his arms, turning around to face him.

Buck sticks his finger under my chin, lifting my head slightly to bring our lips together in a passionate kiss.