Page 64 of Ruck Me Harder

Vivienne breaks the kiss, panting hard. “Please tell me you have a condom,” she says. Her fingertips trail down my torso, dipping into the divots of my abs, stopping just above my cock.

Rolling over, I dig in the nightstand for the brand new box I bought the other day. She wraps her body around mine, spooning me from behind. I have to admit, I like the feeling of her body pressed to mine like this. Her hand slides up my thigh to cup my balls, rolling them in her palm.

I tear a condom off the strip and turn back to her. She gives me a quick kiss before she grabs the condom from me, ripping it open and rolling the latex down my length, giving me a firm stroke. I expect her to settle against the bed, so I’m surprised when she grabs me by the shoulders and tosses me onto the bed.

My cock jerks. I didn’t think I’d be interested in being tossed around like a rag doll, but when Viv does it… yes. Please. Give me more. We’re roughly the same size, though I outweigh her by a good thirty pounds of muscle. She uses her strength and athleticism to manhandle me the way she wants me: on my back, with her straddling me.

She rises up on her haunches and positions the head of my cock at her entrance. Where I expect her to go slowly, she drives her hips down and slides down my length in one fluid motion.

A stuttered groan pulls from my throat. Her tight, wet heat surrounds my cock, engulfing me. My eyes roll back in my head and it takes everything in me to breathe through it without erupting.

Viv squeezes around me, pulling another groan from me. My hands fly to her hips and I squeeze, driving my fingers into her flesh until my knuckles turn white.

“You good?” She has a teasing smirk on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I let out a shallow breath. “Yeah. Keep going.”

She leans forward, her palms on my chest, her nails digging into my pecs until there’s little half-moon indentations in my skin. The new angle has me seeing stars. Her hips lift and then sink back down as mine lift to meet hers. She fucks herself on my cock, riding me like she was meant to do this and nothing else.

I crane my neck up and meet her for a desperate kiss. She’s everywhere, surrounding me. Our bodies are connected in the most intimate of ways, but she’s inside of me just as much as I am her. She’s clawed her way beneath the surface, shredding my defenses until I’ve been laid bare before her. And where that should terrify me… I know she’ll take good care of me. She won’t let anyone or anything hurt me, or come between us, or keep us apart. She’ll fight to the last to make sure I’m safe and protected.

I’d do the same for her, no hesitation. She’s quickly become an important person in my life. Possibly the most important. I’d move heaven and hell to get to her, to ensure her safety. Her happiness is my highest priority. I love her. I’ll do anything for her.

My entire body tenses. I love her. I want to tell her. I need to tell her.

But when she swivels her hips and takes me deep inside of her, I know this isn’t the right time. Not when there’s so many other things to focus on.

The sound of skin slapping skin is loud in the quiet room, punctuated by our pants and sighs and moans. The bed thumps against the wall. I can’t make myself care. Not when I have the most perfect woman in my arms, in my bed. Everything else can wait and be dealt with later.

Surging forward, I wrap my arms around her and sit up, forcing her to change her angle. She moves her hands to my shoulders, holding on for balance as she continues to ride me.

The new positioning lets me dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth. My teeth scrape over the tight bud and she lets out a loud moan.

I let her nipple out of my mouth with a loud pop. “Shh,” I tease.

Her face is red and sweaty. She doesn’t slow her movements bouncing on my cock like it’s her own personal joystick, but she does flip me her middle finger before pushing my face back into her chest.

My hands cup her breasts, bringing them together as I bury my face between them. The day-old stubble lining my cheeks tickles her sensitive skin. When I nibble and suck on the underside of her breasts, Viv lets out a gasp and clenches around my cock so hard I nearly lose it right then and there.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, her voice strangled. Her rhythm falters. Her head drops back. “Fuck.”

I let her use me, chasing her own pleasure. My thumbs drag over her nipples, playing with the peaks.

“Pinch them. Tug them,” she gasps. I do as she directs, kissing up the column of her neck. A bead of sweat drips down the hollow of her throat and I catch it with my tongue, sucking a mark into her skin.

She calls out my name as she comes, her tight channel tightening around me almost to the point of pain. Her hips jerk and twitch as she comes down, her body becoming soft and pliant. She melts into me until I’m the only thing holding her up.

It takes her a few moments to come back to herself, her eyelids heavy. She blinks a few times until she can focus on me. Her happy smile fades as our eyes meet.

I should tell her. I want to tell her.

I love her.

Viv clenches around me. “You didn’t come,” she whispers.

“Not yet.” I thread my hand through her hair, tipping her head back until I can kiss her.

She immediately deepens the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine in a fight for dominance.