#ask dj

Bucky leaned back in the armchair, legs wide, the bulge in his expensive dress pants making you thirsty. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and those blue eyes were locked on you as he flicked the handle and let the tails whisper across your clit.

You moaned, shifting on the sheets where he had you kneeling. He only chuckled.

“Beg prettier, sweetheart. I know you can.”

Your head tipped forward, breath catching. God, you’d missed this. Missed being more than a mother, missed the way he stripped you down to raw need and worship.

“Please, Bucky,” you gasped, arching when the velvet struck sharp. “Please, I need you…”

“Better.” His voice was molten.

The next strike was firmer, followed by the gentle caress of his fingers soothing where it landed. The rhythm pushed you higher, your body strung tight between the sting and tenderness, pleasure solidifying. 

The next stroke landed harder, making you cry out, and then he soothed the ache, circling your ass, spreading you wider. He alternated: sting, caress, sting, caress, until you were shaking, cunt slick and desperately clenching.

When his hand finally cupped your throat and he bent close, whispering in your ear, you knew you’d beg as pretty as he wanted, just to have him break you open over and over.

“Look at you,” he murmured, sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right. The flogger dragged across your shoulders, teasing. 

“So fucking gorgeous when you break for me.”

You keened, rocking against his hand, but he only smirked. 

“Patience, baby. I said beg.”

“I’m begging. Please, fuck me, Bucky, I need your cock.”

That earned you mercy. 

He fucked you on his hand until you sobbed, and begged again. Only then did he unzip his pants, lining himself up. He dragged you back against him, pushing inside in one brutal, beautiful stroke. The flogger dropped to the floor as he commanded your hips, driving you back again and again.

Each thrust shook the bed, your cries muffled against the pillows until Bucky fisted your hair, pulling your head back so he could hear every sound. His arms flexed with the strain as he fucked you harder, relentless for your pleasure.

“Da, iubita,” he groaned against your ear, voice ragged. Yes, my love. 

His lips brushed your neck, teeth grazing your skin. 

“Țipă pentru mine. Spune-mi al cui ești.” Scream for me. Tell me whose you are.

You choked on a sob, body shaking as he pounded you mercilessly.

“A mea,” he growled. “Mereu a mea.” Mine. Always mine.

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“What?” he asked, smirking as he let Luca climb over his back like a jungle gym. 

“Never seen a man play monster truck before?”

You rolled your eyes, but your look gave you away. He handed Luca a car, murmured something soft to him, then pushed up to his feet in one smooth motion.

He reached you as soon as you set Mira in her bassinet beside you. His hand slid to your waist, mouth brushing your ear.

“Oh, you like that?” he murmured. “Watching me be a good dad gets you wet, doesn’t it?”

You glanced toward the living room, but Luca was too busy with his cars. Bucky chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple like the devoted husband everyone saw.

Then his lips grazed your jaw, and he whispered, “Don’t worry, Frumoasa. Once the kids go down for their nap, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

Your knees went weak.

Later, when the kids were finally down, Bucky pulled you into the bedroom.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with those eyes. 

Lord, those eyes.

“That look you gave me when I was playing trucks with Luca. Had you squirming.”

His hand was already between your legs before you could protest, finding you soaked.  He grinned as he teased you, his fingers sliding through your slick. 

“Me being Daddy makes you this wet?”

Before you could answer, he pulled your leggings down, spun you around and pulled you onto his waiting cock in one sharp thrust. You cried out, back arching, the stretch shocking. 

It was always a shock.

“Fuck, Bucky…”

“That’s it,” he growled into your ear, setting a relentless pace as his hand went to your clit to form devastating circles. 

“Take it. Quick and messy, just how you need it.”

You arched backward as he drove into you, his other hand closing around your throat. 

“You’re mine,” he rasped, voice breaking with devotion as you shattered around him.

“My wife, the mother of my babies. My everything.”

He groaned, pulsing deep as he spilled inside you. His forehead dropped to your shoulder as you trembled with aftershocks, still perched on his still half-hard cock. Then he brushed his lips along your neck.

You moaned.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You like that.”

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