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“You look like a girl who’s desperate for some dick.”
You spun around at the comment, fury in your eyes as you faced the man—the creep—who’d spoken. You may have been wearing a skimpy dress and high heels in the middle of a crowded nightclub, but you weren’t desperate for some dick. Before you could launch yourself, or your drink, at the creep, an arm curled around your stomach.
Looking over your shoulder, ready to snarl at whoever had a hold of you, you found the arm was attached to a large man. Tall and broad-shouldered, he towered over you and the creep who’d dared to open his mouth. Craning your neck to look up at the man, you realized he was hot as fuck. All hard edges, piercing blue eyes and scruff covering his sharp jaw.
“Get lost, punk,” the man growled at the creep, his blue eyes glittering dangerously. After the creep slunk off into the crowd, the man spun you around in his arms, easily manhandling your body. “What’s your name, doll?” he asked with a charming grin, his expression free of menace now that he was looking at you. His big hands held on firmly to your hips, his touch hot enough to burn through your thin dress.
The man held himself like a threat, but instead of wanting to get away, you wanted to press yourself closer. You wanted to feel the way his suit slid against all your bare skin, you wanted to feel his hands slide lower on your body, you wanted him to manhandle you some more. The air between you and the man shimmered with tension as you told him your name.
“Bucky Barnes,” he replied when you asked for his name in return. His ice blue eyes were alight with interest and something wild you couldn’t name. He ducked his head down so he could speak closer to your ear. “Forgive me if I’m wrong,” he started, and you shivered at the way his warm breath ghosted over your skin. “But you look to me like a girl in desperate need of a daddy.”
The way he said the words, his voice low and certain, had you clenching your thighs together against a sudden pulse in your core. You’d never called a man that before, but suddenly you wanted to—you were desperate to. The words caught in your throat as a sharp exhale escaped your lips. You swayed closer to his chest on your heels, your palms coming up to rest on the front of his shirt to steady yourself. He was hot and hard beneath his soft shirt and smooth tie, his suit hiding rigid muscles that you wanted to feel pressed against your soft curves.
Bucky chuckled in your ear at your reaction. He’d been watching you all night—from the time you’d walked in the door with your friends, dancing through the night, up until the creep had approached you near the bar. It had been his opportunity to make his move. He knew how to read people and he’d been confident you’d return his interest, but he was still gratified at how easy it had been to turn you on.
A satisfied smile played along his lips as he pulled you closer so you were flush against his front. His bulge pressed against your soft stomach and he groaned low and hot in your ear.
You couldn’t help but shiver in his strong arms, his body feeling big and solid against yours. With how close you were pressed to him, you could smell him—and he smelled good. His cologne invaded your senses and blocked out the alcohol and body odor of the club. Fisting his shirt in your little fingers, you held on to him and tried to work up the courage to do as he said.
“Call me daddy, doll,” Bucky urged gruffly, one big hand sliding around to your lower back, holding you pressed against his bulge, which you could feel hardening against you. All you could do was squirm against him, not wanting to get away, but needing something as you felt your pussy getting wet. “Do it,” he prompted when you still didn’t speak. “And I’ll give you want you need—what you’re desperate for.”
A soft moan fell from your lips before you could stop it. You couldn’t believe the effect this man was having on you—you’d never responded like this to a stranger before—but your brain was already too lust-soaked to think about it too hard. All you could do was give him what he wanted, what you wanted too. “Daddy, please,” you whimpered in his ear.
Even though he’d told you to do it, Bucky shuddered when you called him daddy. Your sweet voice calling him that had a sense of power washing over him, making his half-hard cock throb in his pants. His hands flexed on your body, like they were greedy to hold you close for much longer than he had planned.
Straightening, Bucky walked you backward, dragging you away from the crowd of dancing people in the center of the club. He pulled you into a dark corner filled with shadows and manhandled you around until he was leaning against the wall while you had your back to the room. When you looked up, meeting his gaze, the flashing lights glinted off his sparkling eyes and his wild grin.
For a moment, you were struck dumb by just how hot Bucky was. His strong brows were set over bright, glittering blue eyes that almost distracted you from his full lips. His sharp jaw was covered in scruff, which somehow worked in contrast to the clean lines of his perfectly pressed all-black suit. His brown hair was cropped short, but you ached to run your fingers through it and see how soft it felt in your hands.
“You followed me into this dark corner a little too easily, doll,” Bucky chided, his voice lower since he didn’t need to nearly shout to be heard over the music. His eyes were intent on your face as he stared down at you, a smile curling the edges of his mouth. “You really do need a daddy to keep you safe, don’t you?” he asked in a teasing tone.
Biting your lip with a little bit of shame and a lot of shy excitement, all you could think to do in response was nod. But Bucky was less focused on your response than on the way your teeth dug into your plump lower lip. His gaze fixated on your mouth and the way his grip squeezed your hips were your only warning signs before he ducked down and sucked your lip into his mouth.
Bucky pulled your lip from between your teeth, nipping at it before shifting and slanting his mouth against yours, his tongue plunging into you. He kissed you hard, one of his hands digging into your hair so he could hold you exactly where he wanted you. Bucky’s kiss was intoxicating as he alternated between roughing his tongue against yours and pulling back to nip at your lips.
All you could do was hold on for dear life, your fingers threading through his soft brown hair and clinging to him, pressing against him. As Bucky did his best to fuck your mouth with his tongue, your hips writhed against him, seeking the friction your body so desperately needed.
With his hand fisted in the hair at the back of your head, Bucky wrenched you away from his mouth, his grip tight enough to sting, which sent a thrill through you. He held your face tilted so you stared up at him while he towered over you. His expression was hungry in the flashing lights as he breathed heavily and took in the way you panted for him. Bucky’s eyes dropped to your chest as it rose and fell, your tits straining against the thin, clinging fabric of your dress. A feral grin slowly spread across his face.
“You’re a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” he asked conversationally. His free hand traced his fingertips from your neck down to the top of your dress, skimming along the neckline and teasing at diving beneath. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.
Your lips were swollen from his kisses and your body felt hot and achy all over, your pussy clenching on nothing as it begged to be filled. Your dress was askew from his manhandling, your makeup was on its way to being ruined by him and your hair was no doubt a mess from his hands. You knew what you looked like and you knew exactly what you were. And you reveled in it.
“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, a smile curving your lips as you submitted to his game. “I’m a desperate little slut.”
Bucky’s grin widened at your answer. “Good girl,” he praised, his grip on your hair loosening enough to ease the sting. His other hand stroked down the side of your body until he got to the bottom of your dress. Bucky adjusted himself against the wall, sliding down a little so he could bend one of his knees. His palm felt hot on your thigh when he gripped you and pulled you onto his leg. Your thighs parted over his muscled thigh.
You let out a sharp breath and moved experimentally against Bucky, your pussy grinding down on his strong thigh through both your clothes. You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed and your head tilting back at the sensation of pressing your slit against his leg. Your wetness began to soak your panties.
“That’s it, doll, ride my thigh like the desperate slut you are,” Bucky encouraged, looking down at your body undulating against him. He leaned back against the wall and watched you work yourself on him, grinning at the sight. “Get that pussy nice and wet for my cock.”
Moaning louder, you braced your hands on Bucky’s shoulders and slid over his thigh, your hips working slowly and matching the beat of the song playing in the club. Your panties molded to your dripping pussy as you soaked through the fabric, and your hip brushed against Bucky’s bulge, all of it making you feel exactly like the filthy little slut Bucky accused you of being.
With his grip on your hair, Bucky dragged you in for another kiss. He consumed you with his mouth, his tongue plunging between your lips and taking possession of you. It felt like he was everywhere, surrounding you, devouring you—his tongue in your mouth, his fingers in your hair, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to his body while you writhed on his thigh.
And yet, you couldn’t get enough. Your fingers slid beneath his suit jacket, pulled on his tie, gripped his shoulders, threaded through his hair, anything to try to pull him closer, work yourself harder on his leg. Your hips lost the beat of the song and moved jerkily as your pleasure ratcheted higher and you got closer to your release.
When Bucky pulled back to let you breathe, his blue-eyed gaze raked down your body and he laughed at your clumsy movements. The mocking sound had your pussy clenching even as heat bloomed on your cheeks. You slowed down, trying to find the beat again.
“Pathetic little slut,” Bucky chided, his hands stroking harshly down your body, his palms roughing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. Your body arched into his touch as you let out a soft mewling sound in response to his teasing touches.
Bucky’s hands slipped beneath the hem of your dress, circling your upper thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just beneath the curves of your ass. “Can’t even fuck yourself properly—I have to do everything for you, don’t I?” he asked in a mean, teasing voice that sent a delicious shudder down your spine. With his strong grip on your body, Bucky forced you to move against him in short, fast thrusts, your clit rubbing against him through your panties.
“Daddy!” you cried out, pressing your face to Bucky’s collarbone. You let yourself go pliable in his hands, allowing him to move your body however he wanted without resistance. Your reward were the pleasurable tingles zinging from your messy slit and swollen clit through the rest of your body, making your arms feel heavy where they rested on his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking needy,” Bucky growled low in your ear, and though his tone was harsh, he didn’t sound angry. He sounded eager. “Bet you’d let daddy do anything he wants to you,” he ground out. The low rumble in his voice and the way he never let up on forcing your hips to hump against him was making you tremble in his arms. “Just because you’re a pathetic, needy little slut, isn’t that right?”
His words had you submitting to him further—besides, you couldn’t deny the ache that wanted exactly what he was offering. “Yes, daddy!” you cried, head falling back. You arched your back and felt yourself getting close as you rocked against his thigh. Your looming orgasm loosened your tongue, letting you match Bucky’s filthy words with your own. “Please, use me, do whatever you want to me—oh god,” you sobbed a little as the pleasurable slide of your pussy against Bucky’s thigh pushed you closer to the edge. You felt the tension in your body pulling tighter and tighter.
“Would you let me spit in your mouth, doll?” Bucky rasped, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. His hands manhandled your thighs, making you rut against him and chase your release. “Would you let me slap you?”
Your eyes popped open and sought out his gaze. Bucky’s blue eyes were heated and hungry, an inferno of ice shimmering in the flashing lights of the club. Something wild in their depths called to you. The darkest part of your being stirred awake, rising to the surface more easily with your inhibitions so lowered by Bucky’s hungry touches and the pulse of your arousal between your thighs. Before you could stop yourself, you were nodding dazedly. “Yes, daddy,” you said softly on a sharp exhale, so quietly you weren’t sure he heard you over the music.
But it didn’t matter because Bucky’s eyes were focused on your mouth, reading the words from your lips. His gaze flicked up to yours and his face split into a devilish grin. His expression was all swagger and cockiness, but there was an eagerness in his eyes that softened the arrogance. “Beg me,” he ordered, his voice strong and clear.
Your whole body went tight with anticipation as he demanded you not only ask, but beg him to do the dirty things he promised. But instead of balking at the prospect, you tripped over your words with your eagerness to get them out. “Please—please daddy, spit in my mouth!” you cried out, not knowing where the words came from, only that the desire behind them was real and desperate.
Greedy satisfaction washed over Bucky’s face. He reached up, squeezing your face and digging his fingers into your cheeks until your lips popped open. His grin at the sight you made was downright sinful. “Open wider for daddy,” he commanded in an encouraging tone.
Once you’d done so, Bucky tilted your head back and hovered over you. He held eye contact, his blue gaze sparkling and a grin curving the corners of his lips as he collected saliva in his mouth. Then Bucky pushed his spit past his full bottom lip and let it drip into your mouth.
You felt his spit coat your tongue and slide to the back of your throat. Closing your lips with a smile and swallowing eagerly, you never looked away from Bucky. You watched as his eyes darkened, his pupils blowing wide with the sight of you swallowing his spit so sweetly and felt pride warm in your chest.
“Fuck,” he grunted and immediately squeezed your face, wanting to watch it again. “Open,” he repeated the command.
When you did, you could feel your mouth trying to pull up in a wide smile, but you forced yourself to part your lips as wide as they’d go, sticking your tongue out a little for him. This time, Bucky was more violent, spitting harshly into your mouth so little flecks of his saliva hit your lips, chin and cheeks—but you didn’t flinch. You just held Bucky’s gaze as you closed your mouth and swallowed him down, giving him a show you knew he was getting off on, which only made you enjoy it more.
“Fucking slut,” Bucky groaned, even as his eyes blazed with hunger so all-encompassing you felt it in your core. “You love being degraded by daddy, don’t you?” With his free hand, he gently wiped some of the hair back from your sweaty forehead, the gesture at odds with how he was holding you, speaking to you. “Love feeling daddy’s spit sliding down your slutty throat, don’t you, doll?” He loosened his grip on your face so you could answer.
“Yes, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy and needy, betraying just how turned on you were by his degradation. Your little fists curled in the front of his dress shirt, clinging on to Bucky like you never wanted to let go. “I love it when you degrade me like the slut I am,” you said, lips curling up into a smile. You couldn’t believe the chemistry between you and Bucky, a man you’d literally just met, but you were enjoying yourself too much to question it. You simply wanted to follow his orders as long as he’d have you.
In response to your answer, Bucky looked satisfied, but only for a moment. Then his free hand was moving back down your body and he gave your ass a sharp slap under your dress, making you jolt forward and cry out, even as you grew impossibly wetter. “Did I fucking tell you to stop riding my thigh, little slut?” he asked in a mean tone that had you trembling in his arms.
“Sorry, daddy,” you muttered contritely, moving your hips against him, feeling your wet slit rub over his muscled leg through your soaked panties. With his hands on your ass, Bucky helped you rock against him, guiding your movements with his firm grip. Your pleasure surged higher again and you teetered closer to the edge, but you couldn’t get yourself off.
“Beg me to slap you,” Bucky ordered as your movements turned jerky, your body chasing its pleasure.
It wasn’t something you’d done with a partner before, but you’d fantasized about it, and you couldn’t help the thrill of excitement that surged through you at his command. You wanted it so badly, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be shy about asking for it. “Slap me, daddy, make it hurt—please!” you begged, a whine in your tone and your eyes wide and pleading as you looked up at Bucky.
His ice blue eyes widened for a moment in surprise at your words, but then his expression morphed into that feral grin of his. He hadn’t expected you to be so eager, but he couldn’t say he was unhappy about it. Quite the opposite in fact. He was starting to think he might not be able to let you go after you’d both gotten off.
Bucky pulled his hands away from your ass and cupped your face. He kissed you quick, a searing press of his lips before he moved back, softly smoothing his fingers over your cheek. His eyes sparkled wildly with delight as he took in the neediness in your expression, the way your lips parted around your heavy breaths. Gripping your hair tightly in one fist, Bucky pulled his other hand back and slapped you across the face, bracing your head so it didn’t whip to the side.
The sharp sting in your cheek sent lightning shocks of electric pain and pleasure through your body straight to your clit, your pussy clenched against Bucky’s thigh. You moaned and humped harder against his leg, hips writhing and chasing your high as all thoughts scattered from your brain until you were nothing more than a needy little slut. “Thank you daddy,” you cried out before you could think twice about your reaction.
Bucky sucked in a sharp breath, his already hard cock throbbing at you thanking him for slapping you. His entire being focused in on you, on the flush in your cheeks and the way your body squirmed in his hands. It was in that moment Bucky decided to keep you, no matter what it took to make sure he didn’t have to let you go.
He gripped your hair tighter and tilted your face up to look at him, chuckling lowly. “Now that’s my good fucking girl,” he praised in a gruff voice, smoothing the backs of his fingers over your smarting cheek. “Again?”
You nodded eagerly, as much as you could with his grip on your hair. He held you still and reeled his hand back. The way Bucky’s eyes flashed with possessiveness before he let his hand fly had you aching for him. In the next moment, he slapped your cheek a little harder, making your pussy spasm with the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Thank you daddy,” you babbled without even thinking about it, your head empty as your face stung and your hips grinding your pussy harder on his thigh.
A rough growl escaped Bucky’s throat and with firm hands, he pushed you off his thigh, manhandling you around so you faced the wall and he stood behind you. His chest pressed to your back and his cock wedged between your ass cheeks.
All you could do was gasp at the change of positions and the loss of his thigh against your pussy. The air felt cool against your drenched core, your panties molded to your damp skin. Shamelessly, you pressed your ass back against Bucky’s cock, making him groan in your ear.
His hands were hot on your hips as he squeezed you tightly, forcing you to stop moving. “Take off your panties and hand them to me,” he ordered in a low, urgent voice directly next to you ear. His tone was gruff with barely restrained need.
Too needy to call up any ounce of shame, you barely paid a thought to the fact that someone else in the club might look too hard into the dark corner of the club where Bucky held you against the wall, and that they might see what was happening. Though in reality, the corner was too dark and shadowed and besides, Bucky’s big body shielded you from sight.
Still, the naughtiness of it only made you want to do it more, so you reached your hands up under your dress and pulled your panties down, the air of the club rushing in and caressing your bare, heated skin. They dropped to tangle around your ankles and you stepped out of them, bending quickly to pick them up. The thin scrap of fabric was embarrassingly wet, but you passed it to Bucky as ordered.
His fingers touched the soaked fabric and he groaned, the sound low and right next to your ear, making you shiver. You pressed your hands against the wall for balance as Bucky pressed harder against your back. You felt him slip your panties into the pocket of his slacks.
“Pathetic, desperate little slut,” Bucky bit out, nipping the skin of your throat to punctuate his statement. You gasped and arched your back, your ass pressing against his bulge, making Bucky laugh as you proved his words true. His arms wrapped around you, one hand reaching up to pull down the front of your dress so he could play with your nipples, pinching and pulling them roughly. The other hand snaked down your body and under your dress, cupping your pussy and grinding his palm against your dripping slit. “You’re so wet,” Bucky taunted, the heel of his hand rubbing your clit and working your pleasure higher again. “You need daddy to fuck you stupid right here in this club, don’t you slut?” he demanded.
Your fingers clenched against the wall, needing something to hold on to as it felt like Bucky was sending you careening toward the edge of your release. Without thinking about the potential consequences, you answered Bucky’s question the only way you could. You begged shamelessly, “Yes, daddy—please!”
Before you could follow what he was doing, Bucky pulled his hand away from your pussy and delivered a sharp slap to your sensitive flesh. Stinging, electric, glorious sparks shot through you and you cried out, your body bucking wildly in his grip. It felt like you couldn’t breathe as sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelmed your mind and Bucky had to hold you tight to keep you under control.
“Not going to thank me this time, slut?” Bucky asked gruffly, his fingers rubbing your clit and his other hand pulling ruthlessly on your nipples, sending pure pleasure zipping through your body.
You still couldn’t think as your brain raced to catch up with everything Bucky was making you feel, but after a moment it did. “Th-thank you daddy,” you forced out between heaving breaths and scrambled thoughts. You were trembling in Bucky’s arms as he caged you in against the wall and you didn’t notice how badly until he stilled his movements.
Bucky’s hand moved from your pussy to your thigh, holding you more gently than he had all night, while his other hand cupped your chin and turned your face to look at him. His blue eyes searched your expression. You weren’t sure what he saw since you were only able to blink at him dazedly, a lust-drunk smile on your face, but his concerned look morphed slowly into contrition.
“I shouldn’t have done that without checking first,” Bucky said seriously, his blue eyes bright with worry in the shadowed corner of the club. “You OK?” he asked gently.
You closed your eyes for a brief moment, collecting your thoughts and taking stock of your body, your emotions. You didn’t feel anything but excitement—and a surge of affection for Bucky checking in. Mind made up, you opened your eyes and caught his gaze. “I’m OK,” you said firmly, then squirmed in his arms. “Please don’t stop,” you begged in a breathless voice.
Bucky grinned, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He stayed close, his forehead leaning against your temple and nuzzled your face. “If you want me to stop doing anything, tell me—got it?”
When you pried your eyes open, you met his serious gaze. You nodded, answering, “Got it.” Reaching down, you moved his hand from your thigh back to your pussy. Bucky let you drag his hand over your skin without resistance. “Slap my clit again, daddy.”
“Fuck me,” Bucky groaned under his breathe, a little bit of awe in his tone. He rubbed his fingers around your clit, working you up again quickly before pulling back and inflicting another sharp slap against your pussy. You jerked in his arms and he tightened them around you, holding you close so he could feel you shudder against his body, your ass grinding against the bulge straining in his slacks.
“Thank you daddy!” you cried out, gasping for breath as the pleasure and pain surged through your body, nearly overwhelming you. You had to plant your feet and lock your knees to keep yourself standing as the sensations threatened to send you crashing to the floor.
“You’re perfect,” Bucky murmured against your hair, his fingers moving in tight, small circles over your clit. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”
Fingers scrabbling against the wall as you tried to cling to something while Bucky worked your body, your mouth formed words without thought. “Yes, daddy,” you answered, forcing emphasis into your words. “Your little slut.”
Bucky groaned and you felt him pull away from you slightly, confused for a moment until you felt his hand at his belt. Bucky wasted no time, using both hands to pull his cock out while he kicked your legs apart with his foot, forcing your stance wider. He pushed your shoulders against the wall, your nipples pressing against the rough surface, and pulled your ass out. Flipping up the skirt of your dress, he manhandled you into the exact position he wanted.
You were practically panting for him as he bent his knees slightly, guiding his cock to slide between your wet pussy lips. The tip of his cock poked against your clit before his length slid further, dragging along your clit and making you feel the throbbing veins of his dick. You were distinctly aware of how you were dripping all over Bucky’s thick cock, making you moan against the wall.
“Gonna fuck you now, doll,” Bucky warned, his voice tight and gruff with need. He groaned as his dick continued to slide between your pussy lips, getting himself nice and slick with your juices. “Gotta feel that tight cunt of yours gripping my cock.”
Turning your head so your cheek was smashed against the wall, you caught Bucky staring down at where his cock disappeared between your thighs. He looked undone—his slacks opened just enough for his cock, the rest of his suit messy and wrinkled, his shirt pushed up to his waist, his tie thrown over one shoulder, his hair in complete disarray and his blue eyes dark with drowning lust. He made such a sight, you nearly forgot the first rule of safe sex.
“Condom,” you gasped out. It was one of the last coherent thoughts you had and it seemed to bring some sense back into Bucky’s blue eyes. He leaned forward, brushing some hair from your face.
“You want me to use a condom?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he checked in to make sure that was what you wanted.
A reckless thought took root in your mind and before you could think better of it, a devious smile curled your lips and you shook your head slowly, holding Bucky’s gaze the whole time. You watched as Bucky’s brows lowered, his eyes darkened and his face turned possessive.
“Beg me,” he commanded in a dark, menacing tone. “Beg daddy to fuck you with his bare cock.”
You let your devilish smile drop from your face, instead pouting your lips and opening your eyes wide. “Please daddy,” you begged in a sweet, breathless voice. You gave Bucky your best innocent look, putting on a show for this man who’d quickly made you addicted to his touch—so much that you craved feeling him fuck you without a condom on. “Please fuck me raw, wanna feel your big cock deep in my little pussy.”
“That’s my girl,” Bucky praised, his voice rough as he dropped a kiss to your temple before he leaned back. He held your hip with one hand while the other gripped his cock and lined himself up with your pussy. He pressed the tip inside.
Bucky’s cock pushed into your dripping wet pussy slowly, forcing your little hole to stretch to take him. When he was only a couple inches in and you were already panting at the burn of taking his thick cock, he stopped and pulled out. He pressed in again, pushing deeper, stretching your pussy wider.
“That’s it,” he said through gritted teeth as he pulled back and pressed in again, feeding more and more of his big cock into your little hole. “Take my fucking cock you desperate little slut,” he bit out meanly, repeating the motion until you were fully impaled on his hard dick. Bucky pulled out and thrust all the way back in, his cock hitting your cervix and making you cry out, your cunt clenching around him. “Take daddy’s bare cock deep in that slutty little pussy.”
You moaned loudly, thankful for the blaring music of the club to hide the sounds of your pleasure and pressed your heated forehead against the cool wall. You tried to fuck yourself back on Bucky’s cock, but he just chuckled and tightened his grip on your hips.
“So needy,” he taunted, his fingertips digging hard into your skin. “So desperate for cock.” He leaned over your back, caging you in, surrounding you, and spoke right into your ear. “Let daddy take care of you, doll—be good for me,” he urged in a soft, sweet, but still demanding tone.
It didn’t matter that you’d just met Bucky less than an hour ago, some part of your mind or your heart or your soul—or all three—recognized something in him you could trust. Maybe it was simply the way he’d already proved you could trust him. No matter why, it took less effort than you thought it would to let your body relax in Bucky’s hands, giving over control to him.
He felt the moment you did, holding on to you as you sank into his embrace, letting him grope and manhandle your body how he wanted, and he groaned at the feeling of power that came with it. “That’s my good girl,” Bucky praised, leaving kisses and hickies on your neck as he played with your tits and thrust into you from behind. Bucky’s hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, just under your jaw. He didn’t hold tightly, just firmly enough to make you fully aware of the power he held over you.
The way he held you helped you sink deeper into his embrace, and the feel of his hand around your throat had your pussy flooding and your back arching. With your jaw cradled in his hand, your ass sticking out for him to fuck, he pounded into you harder. Your mind was scattered, your body focused too much on pleasure to properly think, but you felt your lips moving, forming words from your desperate, needy subconscious. “Choke me daddy,” you begged, voice hoarse, turning your head to try to make him hear you.
Bucky leaned forward further, pressing his chest to your back, his dress shirt sticking to the damp skin of your shoulder blades. “What was that?” he asked in between heavy breaths.
“Choke me daddy—please!” you begged louder, making sure he heard you.
Bucky grinned into your shoulder, only too happy to satisfy your plea. He squeezed your throat in his hand, pressing his thumb and middle finger into the soft flesh on either side of your neck. You gasped, your pussy clenching hard on his cock and he had to force himself into your cunt harder to keep fucking you, making you moan. He groaned in your ear at the tightness surrounding his dick.
“Fuck, I was right about you,” Bucky grunted, pumping into you with short, sharp thrusts. “You’re desperate for cock—but only my cock, isn’t that right, doll?” He punctuated his question with another long, tight squeeze on your throat, making you clench up again.
For a moment, all you could do was moan wantonly, the sound choked by Bucky’s hand circling your neck. But when he relented, your mouth formed a response. “Yes, daddy,” you cried out, panting for breath. “Only desperate for you!”
“Fuck,” Bucky cursed as he pounded harder into your pussy, his balls slapping against your clit. “Your tight little hole is gonna make daddy come,” he gritted out. His hand not on your throat slid around your hip before dipping between your thighs and finding your clit. “You want my come, doll?”
“God yes, daddy,” you said on a moan, your heated cheek pressed against the wall as Bucky pounded into you. Your legs shook with the effort to hold yourself up, fingers grasping at the wall.
Bucky slowed his thrusts, his finger circling your clit teasingly as he murmured in your ear. “Want me to fuck you full of my come and breed you, doll?” he asked in a gruff, growly tone. “Want daddy to knock you up?”
“Oh god,” you muttered, mind short-circuiting at Bucky’s suggestion even as your whole body clenched tight with excitement at the idea. You’d just met this man, but his words unlocked a side of you that you didn’t even know existed and in that moment you wanted what he offered—badly. “Oh god, oh god.”
Pressing in close, Bucky buried his cock so deep in your pussy you shrieked at the feel of his tip crashing up against your cervix. “God’s not here,” he snarled in your ear, fingers choking you. “Beg daddy to knock you up if that’s what you want.”
“Oh g—” you cut off as Bucky squeezed your throat tighter for a moment before relenting enough to let you speak. Your hands wrapped around Bucky’s thick arm pressed against your chest, holding on tight. He was the only stable thing in the tumultuous sea of pleasure you were nearly drowning in. “Please daddy,” you sobbed as he fucked you in long, deep strokes. “Fill me up with your come, breed me, knock me up!”
“Fuck yes,” Bucky growled, fucking you harder, his fingers rubbing harshly at your clit. “Gonna be so pretty with my baby in you.”
“Please,” you begged, too mindless and drunk on Bucky’s cock to care what was coming out of your mouth. You were too close to your own release and the dirty talk was only making it hotter. “Please put a baby in me, daddy!”
With a ferocious growl, Bucky slammed his cock deep in your pussy, the head of his dick battering your cervix. At the same time, he choked you hard and slapped your clit repeatedly, sending you into a violent orgasm.
You saw stars. Your whole body clenched tight and then you bucked wildly as you came on Bucky’s cock. The mixture of pleasure and pain was so delicious, it wrenched a scream from your mouth that was thankfully stifled by Bucky’s hand around your throat. He fucked you through your orgasm, his thrusts getting jerky as your gripping pussy pushed him over the edge.
Biting hard into the soft skin at the base of your throat, Bucky came with a roar muffled against your body. He buried himself in your pussy, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as he came inside you, spilling his load deep. You moaned as you felt the warmth of his release shooting into your cunt.
Bucky held you as you both recovered, his chest heaving against your back as you caught your breath. He kissed the spot on your neck where he’d bitten you, the skin already changing color and he knew it was going to leave a mark. Bracing a hand on the wall next to your head, Bucky eased his cock from your tender pussy. He watched his come spill out of your hole and drip down your thigh. He stared at the sight, liking it far too much.
You glanced over your shoulder and saw Bucky staring at your pussy as if mesmerized, making you smile. You almost didn’t want to, but you pushed your skirt down over your ass, cutting off his view, as you straightened and turned around.
Bucky looked a little dazed as he righted himself, stuffing his cock back in his pants.
You pulled his tie from over his shoulder and smoothed it down, patting his chest. “I have an IUD, by the way,” you said conversationally. It had been one thing to play at getting knocked up by a stranger in a club, but you wanted to assure him it wasn’t actually going to happen.
The comment jolted the sense back into Bucky, his expression turning serious, his lips pressed into a firm line as he nodded. “I’ve been tested since my last partner, it was all good,” he said, equally wanting to relieve you of any worry that might stem from your decision to fuck him without a condom. He smoothed your hair, trying to make you look less like you just got fucked in the dark corner of a club.
You smiled at him, affection curling around your heart as you felt Bucky’s soft touches on your hair. Your hands loosely gripped the lapels of his suit jacket. “Same,” you said, going up on your tiptoes and pulling him down so you could kiss him sweetly.
He gathered you against his chest, claiming you with soft strokes of his tongue and the possessive slide of his mouth. By the time he pulled back, you were breathing heavily again, need throbbing in your aching pussy. “You’re coming home with me, right?” Bucky asked, a mischievous grin curling the side of his mouth.
You were nodding before he even finished asking the question. “Let me just tell my friends I’m leaving,” you said. He nodded, tucking you into his side and slinging an arm around your shoulders, letting you lead the way through the club.
As you and Bucky passed the bar, he spotted the creep from earlier. With your attention focused on your friends, you didn’t notice the way the creep eyed you, but Bucky did. Possessiveness washed through Bucky and he tugged you closer, glaring at the creep over your shoulder as he tipped your face up and staked his claim with a kiss.
It was messy and rough, his tongue plunging lewdly into your mouth in a way that made you blush a little. You weren’t in a dark corner anymore, you were in the middle of a crowd, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked being kissed so obscenely in such a public place. Bucky ended the kiss with a sharp nip at your bottom lip that made your pussy clench.
“Bucky,” you whined, even as you squirmed in his hold, reveling in the way he held you so firmly. “I just need one minute to find my friends,” your eyes were pleading as you stared up at him with a pouty look on your face.
Grinning devilishly, Bucky stooped down and dropped a kiss to the bite mark he’d left on your neck. “I know you’re just as desperate to get out of here as me,” he murmured in your ear. “So desperate to get fucked—by me and only me.”
Suddenly, you needed to get out of the club more than anything. Bucky was right, you were already desperate for him again, and based on the bulge pressed to your stomach, he felt the same way. A matching grin curled your lips as you looked up at Bucky. “Let’s go,” you urged, your voice breathless. “I’ll text my friends from the car.”