remains rigid in my arms. I look down at where she frowns on the verge of a meltdown. “Did people call you a whore because of your job?”
Her gaze flickers from me to the wall. When her blue eyes focus back on my face, she looks ready to cry. Yet she won’t tell me why she’s upset.
“I’m no saint, Lana. You know that. I don’t care where you’ve been or what you’ve done. I care about right now. If you can’t do more than relax in my arms tonight, my dick will survive the disappointment. If you want me to fuck you, I’m good to go. You’re thinking way too hard right now.”
“I don’t like feeling judged.”
“The only one in this room judging you is you,” I say, running my index finger along her furrowed brow. “Turn off that shit and relax. I’m only thinking of how gorgeous you are and how hard my dick is and how much fun we can have before one of the fifty kids in this house interrupts us.”
Lana allows a smile. Then she exhales out her lady drama and softens in my arms. I feel her fingers tugging at the seam of my jeans, and I know she’s hankering to make us more even when it comes to nudity. I step back enough to shove down my jeans.
“To be even, you really need to take this off,” I say, undoing the clasps on her bra while pressing my lips against hers.
Once her tits are free, I’m compelled to admire them. They were the second thing I noticed about Lana, right after her breathtaking face. The woman seemed too good to be true up there on the stage, but she’s just as stunning up close.
A woman this hot could have married a rich guy and lived in comfort. Yet she wasted her time on a man I suspect she only loved because they met as teenagers and people are achingly stupid in their youth. I would have married some truly trashy women back in my teens if my mind wasn’t focused on power rather than pussy.
Now my only concern is calming this beautiful woman, so she’ll think of me rather than her past drama. People fucked her over. I get that. Probably her ex. He sounds like trash. But he isn’t here. I am, and she needs to see me.
Lana gets very much in the now when I lean her back on the bed and take one of her rosy red nipples in my mouth. I doubt she remembers her ex or those assholes who talked shit about her. She’s too busy moaning and trying to wiggle free of her panties.
I realize Lana will never settle down until she’s been fucked hard once and gotten some relief. I don’t blame her. I’ve been walking around with a hard-on since our kiss earlier.
My hand slides down her panties and cups her pussy. Lana tilts her hips to lean into my fingers. Slippery wet already, she nearly comes just from the pressure on her clit while I suck at her nipple.
“Bronco, please.”
I maneuver to get my drawers off and slide her panties the rest of the way down her legs. Quickly, I’m between her soft thighs, which wrap around my hips as soon as she feels my cock teasing her slit.
“I’m on birth control,” she blurts out.
Before I slide into her blistering hot pussy, I lean down to kiss her lips. “I don’t care.”
Lana sighs with relief when she’s filled with my cock. I love how her mask falls off during sex. Her gaze is now as naked as the rest of her. All her hopes and fears reveal themselves. Nothing is hidden from me. As I begin to move inside her, I’ve never felt as close to a woman as I do right now. Lana is beyond faking anything. Her need is raw, desperate, unflinching.
I sink deeper into her pussy, wanting her to show me everything she craves. Nothing in the entire fucking world matters more to me at this moment than making Lana come hard in a way she’s never done for any other man. Whether we make sense or not, I’m claiming this woman, and no other will ever do.
LANA
I swear Bronco can fill me with insane lust with just a look. That’s why I’m not surprised I come so hard or fast. His touch leaves me aching for more. His cock sets me on fire. I don’t know why Bronco can coax such