5. Buck
Chapter 5
Buck
H er scent floods me—the salt of her skin, the musk between her thighs. I part her legs wider, grip her hips to anchor us both. Her eyes lock on mine as I lower my face, tongue darting to taste honeyed wetness. She’s sweet, primal, so fucking alive.
Every twitch of her clit under my thumb tells me she’s mine now, wholly and completely. She was always playful, always a challenge, but that carefree girlishness changed to womanly teasing along with her body. Thank fuck something inside me had sense enough to focus on keeping her safe, nurture rather than lust, until the calendar turned her to a legal adult and like a breath held too long, it all came out at once.
Lust. Longing. Filthy dreams day and night. I never looked at a peach the same again after I watched her pick one from the tree in my backyard at her birthday party, then proceeded to eat it with juice streaming down her chin.
Slurping, sucking, smiling. Fuck. I came in my goddamn Wranglers that day, and there hasn’t been a day since I haven’t given in to a violent, hate filled fist fuck while calling her fucking name.
My groan vibrates against her folds. “Jesus, Buck—”
She’s straining, arching into me, begging for more glorious friction, but I correct her with a growl, “You call me Papa when my mouth’s on your cunt or my dick’s inside you. In whatever hole I choose.”
Her breath hitches as I deepen the lick, savoring how she tightens beneath me. Fingers fisted in my hair, she claws down my scalp with every thrust of my tongue. Wetness streams out of her. A reward unlike any I’ve earned before. She’s soaking, because of me. Because of my mouth on her sweet pussy.
My jaw aches from sucking her swollen flesh, but I crave this—her unraveling for me.
“Papa, Papa—“, Her legs buck as I focus all my attention on that hard little bump that owns me already. I glide my tongue around the tiny edge of the hood, pushing it back, flattening my tongue and flicking and flicking until the waves crash through her body.
Muscles ripple against my mouth; I lap greedily until she’s trembling, spent. She reaches for me as I rise onto my knees, licking my lips clean as her nails scrape my chest. “I want...” she pants, as her hands trail down, down, her mouth falling open. I tower over her, cock jutting thick and veined. Her tiny hand hesitates on my length, and she looks up, wide-eyed.
“Like this,” I growl, guiding her palm up the ridge to grip my shaft. She tightens around my fingers and I hiss as her touch climbs, bolder, squeezing.
Her confidence builds with every stroke—she dips lower as she shifts, sitting up and leaning forward, tongue darting to swipe pre-come from the tip.
“Christ…” I nearly unload all over her sweet face. This is wrong, fucking devil having a field day with me. “Wait—"
“No,” she whispers, pulling me closer. Her lips close over me, warm and wet.
“Too much, baby girl,” I say, but my actions contradict my words.
I clutch her head, fingers tangling in her hair as she swallows me whole. I groan as I guide her forward, then back, letting her learn. Letting her suckle at me like a pacifier. Soothing her. I’m her safe place, I have been for a long time but now, when she’s scared or needs to calm her bratty ass down, it will be my cock I offer instead of just a listening ear or a sturdy shoulder. Letting her work out that oral fixation she’s had since her dad and I broke her of sucking her thumb at twelve years old.
But I’m not going to last long like this, and if I’m gonna spill, I want it to be up against that little baby maker of hers. I might lose my best friend over this, but if my child is his grandchild—fuck, there’s so many things wrong about that, but I don’t care. She’ll be mine, solid, final and forever, and I know my friend will never turn his back on Callie.
Or her children. Our babies.
"Not yet, sweetheart." I pull myself back, watching her gaping mouth as she licks saliva from her lips. I nearly shoot my load right in her face, but that’s not gonna happen.
I want—fucking need —to be inside her. Right fucking now.
As I lay her back, I kiss her lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of my own precum on her mouth. “Beautiful little girl, and you know it,” I tease as I shift back, positioning myself between her legs, gripping my dick to point it at her entrance. It’s fucking obscene when I press the head of my cock into that tight little cunt, stretching her. "You’re gonna take all of me. Every. Last. Inch."
She doesn’t question—it’s instinct now, how she arches into my palms cupping her hips. My cock grazes her entrance and she whimpers, “Please—”
“Wider, baby. You’re a tiny thing. You gotta give me a shot here,” I rasp. Her cheeks flush pink as I murmur, “Look at you—so ready to make Papa happy. Mine, baby. All fucking mine.”
“It’s too big,” she moans, though not a syllable of it sounds like a complaint or a refusal. More like awe.
“Damn right,” I tell her. “But it’s going in anyway. I’ve seen horses mount mares who whinnied and cantered and tried to bite, and I can’t blame them. But in the end she always relents, and so will you. So bite me if you need to. Try to shake me off. But unless you tell me no, you’re taking this cock, baby. Now spread your legs and let Papa in.”
She hesitates, but it’s her teasing nature coming through. With a grin, she opens her thighs and I take aim. I know this is going to hurt. She probably suspects. But I’ll never harm her, never let her come to any real danger. She’s mine now, and I want what’s best.
And right now, what’s best is to break her in.
With a thrust, I part her lips and she whimpers. I’m barely at her barrier and her body is already pulsing, trying to milk me for Christ’s sake. I draw back and thrust forward for real, enjoying the way her tits wobble as her body tries to resist. She moans as I thrust again, and again.
Grunt, grunt, Jesus, that cherry’s fighting back.
“Relax angel. Give me a fighting chance here.”
She takes a long breath, her lower lip quivering and I stuff more of my thickness in just a little further, pumping, pumping feeling my blood pressure skyrocket as I grip her hips to hold her steady.
She cries out, but doesn’t protest, and to her credit she doesn’t try to bite either. “Good girl,” I whisper as I move through her wounded opening. “Just a little further.”
Callie nods, whimpering as I move back, and with one final push I split her open, driving myself home.
She wraps legs around my waist, urging me deeper still. I can finally move inside her. My rhythm starts measured—thrusting gently to savor her walls clamping down—but her hips meet me with reckless hunger.
“Harder,” she begs, and I start to pound her, sweat slicking our skin. Every collision echoes mine against the room. I push forward, watching her face as I claim her. The way her eyes widen. The way her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure. “Just take it. Get it all over with. I want to know what’s it like to belong to you.”
When I'm fully seated, I pause, letting her adjust and taking my own shaky breaths. I’m inside the girl of my dreams. Like she’s the vessel for my very soul.
"Mine now," I growl against her ear, rolling my hips in a slow, deep thrust. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, nails scoring my chest. "Always have been."
I start to move then, unable to hold back any longer. Each thrust harder than the last, building a rhythm that has her crying out beneath me.
"That's my good girl," I praise, hooking one of her legs over my arm, opening her wider. "Taking your daddy so well."
The position lets me go deeper, and her eyes roll back, pleasure overwhelming her. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close again.
"You want to come?" I ask, voice rough with exertion. "Beg Papa for what you want. Prove you’ve earned it."
"Please, Papa ," she whimpers, hips rising to meet each thrust. "Make it feel good. Make it feel like only you can. You said you would ruin me. I want to be ruined."
"You're already ruined," I tell her, snapping my hips harder. “Perfectly, beautifully, ruined.”
I reach between us, press my thumb against her clit, circling hard and fast. "Come for me, Callie. Let me feel it."
She shatters around me, walls clamping down so tight I nearly follow her over the edge. But I'm not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.
Her nails dig red crescents into my shoulders as she peaks, riding my cock in spasms. I spill deep, hips jerking erratically until I collapse, breathless. I grip my softening length and slide my hand upward, pushing the last of my release from the stem into her fertile, young body. “Stay there. I want all that sticky Papa sap to stay put,” I rasp.
She moans, limbs still tangled with mine, but she does as she’s told.
"That's it," I praise, fighting for control as her tight heat grips me like a vice. "Hold Papa’s present inside. Let it do its job.”
I’ve never had this urge to breed before, but with her it’s not a desire it’s a fucking need. I need to keep my cum inside her. I need to make her round with me.
"Mine now," I growl against her ear, rolling my hips in a slow, deep thrust. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, nails scoring my back. "Always have been."
"You wanted my attention?" I growl, flipping her onto her stomach without withdrawing. "Now you've got it all."
I thrust inside her again, my cock springing back to life, but I know she’s had enough. I’m just not ready to leave yet, not ready to admit that our first time is over. I lean forward, kiss her shoulders, and listen to her sigh of contentment as I pull out.
Mine. All mine.
* * *
Later, she sleeps curled into me, lips parted in peace. Moonlight paints her face serene—a treasure worth any battle. My arm tightens around her waist. No one will take what’s mine—not even her father.
Dawn can wait. For now, she’s here, warm and breathing beneath my hand. And I’ll fight the world to keep her this way—forever.