“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit. “I’ve read about it in books, and I think maybe—” I stop talking when Bronco closes his eyes, and his breathing grows heavy. With him in my trailer, the space is so small all I can smell right now is him. Did I say something wrong? Does my lack of experience turn him off?
“I want to see what belongs to me now,” he says when he finally opens his eyes. I swear they’re darker now.
“Okay,” I agree with a nod. The idea of him owning me makes my heart flutter, but I try not to focus on that. I need to keep my heart as far away from all of this as possible.
His rough hand rubs up my thigh, and my nipples harden almost painfully. My breasts grow heavy, and I look down, wondering what is wrong with my body. It’s never reacted this way before. Not even when I’ve touched myself.
“You’re wet,” Bronco rumbles as one of his thick fingers rubs up and down the outside of my hands. I look down and spread my thighs more to see he’s right. I’m wetter right now than after I get myself off.
“I…ah…” I fumble over my words, having no way to explain what is happening to me. I don't even understand it. Everything is starting to ache, including the place inside of me. Which I’ve never felt before.
“That’s what I want to taste.” My body shudders thinking about Bronco’s head between my thighs. “Anyone ever kiss you there?” His question almost sounds like an accusation, but he keeps stroking me, waiting for my answer.
“No one has ever kissed me anywhere,” I admit, licking my lips.
His fingers freeze. In all the pictures and videos I’ve seen of Bronco, I’ve never once seen this expression on his face. It’s one I can’t read, but something in the air changes around us. It’s charged, making the already small space shrink even more because of it.
“No one has ever kissed that mouth of yours?” My lips barely part to answer him and he’s on me. Not just his mouth, but he lifts me, pinning me to my bed beneath his giant body. My thighs spread and stretch so far to accommodate his size it’s almost painful, but I don’t care.
Bronco Layne is kissing me.
His lips press against mine, and it’s so soft compared to every other inch of him. It’s not long before he’s thrusting his tongue into my mouth and taking what he wants. I let him kiss me at first as I lie there so he can have his way with me. But when his cock grinds against my soaked panties, I have no choice but to react. I don’t have a clue of what I’m doing, but my body seems to know.
“Bronco,” I moan when his mouth leaves mine to travel down the column of my neck.
“That’s right, sweet thing, keep saying my name.” He nips at the tender skin there as he rips my top in half, exposing my breasts to him.
I should tell him to stop. I’m pretty sure this is breaking the law on prostitution now that I've become his whore of sorts. Instead, the only thing that pours past my lips are moans when his mouth greedily latches on to my nipple. Yeah, I’ll be his whore.
His hand engulfs my other breast before he pushes them together so he can quickly go from one nipple to the other, wanting to have them both at the same time.
“You’re so damn soft.” He grunts as his teeth graze over my sensitive skin. “Never felt anything like it.” He lifts his head. “Bet you’re even softer between your thighs. Doesn’t matter how wet you get, I bet that pussy is still tight. I fucking know it. But there’s no way I could take you without breaking you in. I’ll have to work you up to my dick. You’ll get there for me, won’t you?” He moans and licks his lips. “A girl built like you? I’ll get it in there. You’ll take it.” He grunts the last part as he thrusts against me.
Images of him breaking me in flash through my mind. I wiggle under him, trying to rub my clit against the hard bulge in his pants. This is so wrong, but damn, it feels so good. My eyes lock with Bronco’s. I’ve been around a lot of animals in my life, and right now he looks like a wild bull that’s not in control.
“You’re lucky no one’s gotten into this shitty trailer and taken this sweet pussy before now.” I whimper at the possessiveness of his words and his tone. I should be disgusted and slap him or something, but instead, all I do is cling to him tighter.
“No one bothers me. They know my father’s rules.”