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You’d been stuck in Bucky Barnes’ pickup truck all damn day—and the worst part was that there was no one to blame but yourself. However, that wasn’t going to stop you from blaming your cowboy.
After all, did he really think you would just stay home while he went on a day trip to pick up some special supplies for the ranch? Did he really think you’d pass up the opportunity to spend all day with your cowboy in his truck?
He should’ve known better.
The biggest problem with being stuck in Bucky’s truck all damn day was that he’d had to focus on driving. He hadn’t been able to give you the attention you wanted and deserved.
Sure, he’d listened attentively while you complained about work and that one irritating colleague who got on your nerves. He’d even listened and asked questions while you told him all about the latest mafia romance you were reading.
But it had been at least 12 hours since he’d been inside you and, frankly, you deserved better.
You were craving your cowboy’s attention, and though you knew it would lead to no good (or, rather, a lot of fun), you found yourself unbuckling your seat belt and sliding across the bench seat to get closer to Bucky.
The two of you still had a couple hours till home, but you couldn’t wait any longer.
At first, it was enough to just curl into Bucky’s side, bury your face in the tanned, sun-weathered skin of his neck and inhale the familiar scent of him. It was mixed with the worn leather smell of the truck and the grassy hay of the ranch supply store you’d traveled to.
Bucky rumbled a pleased sound, low in his chest, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tugging you deeper into his side. You threw your legs over one of his thighs and settled in, enjoying the bright summer sunshine highlighting the flat plains and distant mountains surrounding the road.
But before long, you grew restless again, shifting against Bucky so your mouth found his skin.
You kissed the sun-bleached salt from the side of Bucky’s throat, enjoying the warmth of him against your lips and the roughness of his scruff against your cheek. You nuzzled lazily into his bristly jaw, the slow, delicious rasp sending tingles down your spine.
“Peaches.”
Your nickname was a growled warning from your cowboy, but you only huffed a soft laugh into his skin and pressed a wet, suckling kiss to the throbbing pulse point at the base of Bucky’s neck. He groaned, low and rough.
“We only got a few more hours, peaches.”
His tone was almost pleading, but his hand was rough, the callouses on his palm scraping against the back of your neck has he grabbed you and reeled you away from his neck. He shot you a quick glare before his eyes returned to the road.
He must not have liked the way you were grinning at him, completely unrepentant, because he rumbled another unhappy sound low in his throat.
“Don’t you dare be a fucking brat when we’re so close to home,” he growled in warning, the weathered lines of his face drawn in a scowl. But when he looked at you, you could’ve sworn his blue eyes were sparkling as bright as spring water in the summer sun. “Be good.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” you murmured.
The smirk on your lips was Bucky’s only warning—which he didn’t see, because he was watching the road like a good cowboy—before you ducked forward and pressed the flat of your tongue to the base of his throat.
You licked a long, warm strip up the side of Bucky’s neck, delighting in the salty taste of his skin and the rough stubble abrading your tongue when you got close to his jaw.
He let out a hoarse, strangled groan, and you knew the harsh way he squeezed the back of your neck was your final warning. You elected to ignore it.
One of your hands slipped down Bucky’s chest, your fingertips skating over his plain white cotton T-shirt until your palm landed on the bulge in his lap. He was so hard already that it looked uncomfortable, which only made you smirk into the underside of Bucky’s jaw as you stroked him through the coarse fabric of his jeans.
“You little fucking brat,” Bucky growled, turning the wheel suddenly and whipping the truck into the parking lot of an abandoned gas station. He pulled around the back, where no one could see his pickup from the road, and threw the gearshift into park.
In a matter of seconds, Bucky had hauled you into his lap, your legs spread across his thick thighs and his bulge pressing against the seam of your jean shorts. Your cowboy dragged your mouth to his, kissing you fiercely as you rocked on his lap.
Bucky’s tongue plunged past your lips, taking merciless possession of your mouth as he kissed you hard, his hand bracing the back of your neck so you couldn’t escape. But you gave him as good as you got, stroking your tongue against his until he was groaning deep in his throat.
The uncontrolled passion of your kiss knocked Bucky’s black cowboy hat askew, and without breaking away from his mouth, you grabbed it off his head and settled it on yours. You felt his cock twitch between your thighs and you ground down harder on his thick length, a grin stealing across your lips.
“Do you like it when I wear your cowboy hat, daddy?” you purred sweetly in his ear when you pulled back to gasp for breath. You shot him an unrepentant grin, that had his blue eyes sparkling even brighter.
“Fuck, you know I do, peaches,” he groaned, lifting his hips up off the seat to grind harder into your body. His calloused hands were gripping your ass hard, trying to hold you still so he could control your movements, but you weren’t going to just sit still in his lap while he rutted against you.
“You like it because it shows everyone I’m yours, right, daddy?” you murmured teasingly, leaning forward and nuzzling Bucky’s jaw before biting playfully at his scruff. “You like everyone knowing you’re the only one allowed to fuck my tight pussy, isn’t that right, daddy?’
Bucky grunted his assent, then he was growling and pulling you back in for another ferocious kiss.
His mouth was hot and unyielding against yours, and his cock was thick and hard between your thighs. He felt so fucking good, his body so perfect beneath yours, his scent invading your senses and making you unable to think about anything but him.
You couldn’t stop yourself from humping faster against him, chasing your pleasure as he kissed you until you were breathless and panting against his mouth. Your hands sank into Bucky’s thick brown hair, fingers twisting in the strands as you clung more fiercely to your cowboy.
“Daddy,” you whined, feeling the coil of pleasure tightening low in your belly. You knew you were getting close, and you rocked your hips even more furiously against Bucky’s lap. “Oh god, ‘m so close—can I…?”
“Don’t cum,” Bucky growled against your mouth, his hand slipping around to the front of your neck. He didn’t choke you, but held you firmly, a warning in the press of his fingers. “Don’t you dare fucking cum on my bulge like a brainless slut.”
If you’d really wanted to, you could’ve stopped yourself then. You could’ve lifted up off Bucky’s cock and let the pleasure tightening in your belly loosen so you didn’t tip over the edge.
But it had been a long damn day and you’d spent too many hours in your cowboy’s truck with his attention on the road rather than on you. So you did what you wanted—you disobeyed his order.
Instead of slowing down, you humped against Bucky’s bulge harder, faster, your clit rubbing brutally against the seam in your shorts as you chased your release. The thrill of disobeying your cowboy only added to your pleasure, and in a matter of seconds, you were coming apart.
Tremors wracked your body and you convulsed in Bucky’s lap, your face tipping back as you cried your pleasure into the cab of his truck, his hat just barely staying on the crown of your head. Pleasure washed through you in weak waves, your slick pussy clenching pathetically around nothing.
It wasn’t a particularly satisfying release. It barely took the edge off the aching need in your core that had built up while you’d been making out with your cowboy, but that wasn’t the point.
“Fucking brat,” Bucky seethed, his teeth clenched and his handsome face twisted into a ruthless glower. “I told you not to cum, but you just had to make things difficult, didn’t you.” Despite his furious expression and angry words, his blue eyes were sparkling with a feral hunger. “Have it your way, then.”
Before you had even a hope of recovering from your release, Bucky was dragging you out of the truck. Your feet dropped onto dusty concrete and your legs promptly collapsed beneath you.
Bucky’s arm quickly wrapped around your waist, propping you against his side as he tugged you around to the back of the pickup.
“Hope it was worth it, peaches,” he growled, yanking the tailgate down and tossing you down on your back so your ass was hanging over the edge. Without preamble, Bucky deftly undid the button and fly on your jean shorts, then jerked them and your panties down your legs.
Your head was finally catching up with everything Bucky was doing and you had the presence of mind to kick off your boots, letting them drop to the pavement below. Then Bucky was ripping your shorts and panties off and tossing them into the bed of his truck.
Your cowboy was still scowling at you as his hands fell to the belt of his jeans, and you heard the slight clinking of metal as he worked it open. You watched him, biting your lip against a grin, and sat up, the hard plastic of the truck bed hot against your bare ass.
The roar of the desert highway seemed so far away in that moment, and you were riding high on finally having your cowboy’s attention—and you felt even more bold and brazen than usual with the way your cowboy was staring at you like he was ready to devour you whole.
So you gave in fully to the moment, yanking your shirt and bra over your head. The movement knocked the hat off of your head, but you grabbed it and put it back on, leaving you wearing nothing but your man’s hat.
A grin stretched across your face as you thought of the image you presented. You were completely bare, save for Bucky’s black cowboy hat, and perched on the tailgate of his truck, ready to be fucked.
The summer sun shone down on your body, highlighting every inch of your nude form and warming your skin—but it was no match for the burning need thrumming between your thighs. Your pussy pulsed with need, your blood humming with desire as you stared at your rugged cowboy.
For his part, Bucky had gone completely still, his fingers hooked on his belt, his eyes raking over your body like he’d never get enough of seeing you bared in all your naked glory for him.
You could feel everywhere he looked, goose bumps scattering across your skin at the reverence in his gaze, and your blood warmed even further. A smile tugged on your lips because you were happy to finally—finally—have Bucky’s complete, undivided attention.
You tried to sit still and wait calmly for Bucky to look his fill, to gather himself, to pull his cock out and fuck you already, but you never were very good at being patient.
Spreading your legs wide, you exposed your wet, naked pussy to Bucky while you lifted your hands to your tits. You groped your soft flesh and pinched your sensitive nipples, putting on a show for your cowboy, your lips falling open as you let out whiny, breathy moans.
Bucky’s expression darkened into a hungry glower at your antics, but they had the intended effect and he started moving again. With a growl rumbling deep in his chest, he finished undoing his jeans and shoved them down to his thighs before stepping between your parted legs.
One of his hands grabbed your hip, holding you pinned to the truck tailgate while the other pumped his cock roughly.
“Such a pathetic, needy fuckpet,” he snarled, his voice low and mean as he stared deep into your eyes. He used his grip on his cock to smack the heavy tip against your clit, making your body jerk and little whimpers to spill from your lips. “You gonna take your man’s cock like a good fucktoy, peaches?”
A whine worked its way up your throat, your hips squirming on the hard plastic beneath your ass. You wanted Bucky inside you already—you wanted him to be as rough and mean as he sounded, so you didn’t hold back when you answered him.
“You gonna make me, daddy?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow at him, the curl of your lip a direct challenge. “You gonna make me go dumb on your big cock and make me your brain-dead fuckdoll?”
A wolfish grin slashed across Bucky’s face even as his eyes blazed with hunger. Then he was lining up the tip of his cock with your tight hole and slamming home.
Your spine arched, your hand flying up to hold Bucky’s hat in place when your head flew backward and a scream ripped from your lips. Pleasure, hot and sharp, sliced through your body, and you nearly came again, your face tipped up toward the shining sun, basking in its scorching light.
“That’s it, cumwhore, scream as daddy’s fat dick splits your tight cunt open.”
Bucky’s words were a savage snarl as he reeled his hips back and drove forward again, setting a blisteringly brutal pace. He pounded into you relentlessly, taking out all of his anger and frustration at your brattiness on your soft, warm pussy.
“This is all you’re good for, peaches,” he seethed through gritted teeth, his blue eyes dark and dangerous even in the bright summer daylight.
You knew you were in for it then, and you couldn’t have been more excited or eager. Your body curled around Bucky’s, clinging to him while he fucked you. But it seemed your cowboy had other ideas.
One of Bucky’s hands snaked around the front of your throat and he pried you away from his body, roughly shoving you down on the hard plastic truck bed. His finger and thumb dug into the sides of your neck as he glared down at you, unaffected by the adoring look on your face.
“You’re a filthy, leaking mess of a brat, with a cunt made for taking cock—so be a good girl for once and take my fucking cock without making any trouble.”
You were too fucked out to rise to the bait in Bucky’s words. Your legs were spread open obscenely wide, your pussy making lewd, wet squelching noises as Bucky’s cock drove into you over and over again. You were too blissed out to do anything but take him.
All you could do was dig your nails into the tanned, weathered skin of Bucky’s forearms and hold on while he pounded into your body. Your eyes were unfocused and glassy, staring unseeingly up at the big, blue sky, and your mouth was open to let out a mindless litany of pornographic sounds.
Bucky chuckled, the sound filthy and mean, when he realized he’d finally conquered your brattiness.
“There’s my girl—there’s my sweet, brainless slut,” he cooed condescendingly, leaning down over you so he could see the spaced out look on your face. “You gone dumb on daddy’s cock, huh? And now you’re nothing more than a good fuckhole for me?”
He slammed his hips harder against your body, his cock hitting a spot so deep inside you that your eyes rolled back in your head and an unintelligible cry wrenched free from your lips. The sight only made Bucky laugh and do it again, grunting with pleasure when your cunt clamped down on his hard length each time.
Already, you were hurtling toward another release, and Bucky must’ve felt it in the way your pussy fluttered around his shaft, because he eased off. He back until only the tip of his cock remained inside your pussy, ignoring the way you whined and squirmed, wordlessly begging him to fuck you again.
“Stick out your tongue, fuckpet,” he growled, catching your eye when you lifted your head to look up at him pitifully. “Lemme see what a good slut you can be, and maybe I’ll let you cum again.”
Another whine worked its way up your throat, but you were too far gone to put up much of a fight. So you stuck out your tongue for your cowboy, letting drool gather in your mouth and trickle from the corners. It dripped obscenely down your chin, some falling onto the weathered hand still wrapped around your throat.
“Good fucktoy, ya look so fucking slutty like that,” Bucky rumbled, some warmth leeching into his tone as he praised you. His hips began moving again, fucking you with shallow, unfulfilling thrusts that had your eyes rolling in your head. “Grope your tits, gimme a good show, brat, and I’ll make you cum.”
You made a happy sound in the back of your throat, your hips bouncing on the tailgate with eager excitement, and lifted your hands to your tits. You kneaded them roughly, pinching and pulling on your nipples until you were whimpering beneath Bucky in the bed of his truck.
All the while, you kept your tongue stuck out over your bottom lip and your eyes crossed, making yourself look just as mindless and stupid as you felt with his thick cock fucking you.
For all your hard work, you were rewarded with Bucky picking up the pace of his thrusts again, his cock slamming deep into your cunt with every hard drive. The skin of his hips slapped loudly against your ass and thighs, nearly drowning out the near-distant roar of the highway.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, his fingers squeezing tight around your throat, cutting off some of your air but not enough that you couldn’t whimper and whine pathetically. “You look so much prettier like this, peaches, all dumb and cock-drunk for me.”
A pleased sound slipped from your lips and you drooled more, a smile curving at the edges of your mouth. You were getting close to your release again, driven to the edge by Bucky’s pounding cock and your hands working your tits. He was praising you so much, you thought he might actually let you cum.
You were wrong.
Just before you could tip over the edge, Bucky pulled his cock free from your cunt, and his hand flew from your throat. You had the barest second to prepare yourself before Bucky’s big, rough hand came down with a sharp smack on your cunt.
You wailed loudly, the sound high-pitched and ear-splitting. Delicious pleasure and stinging pain scorched through your body like wildfire, starting from where Bucky had smacked your pussy and radiating out through the rest of your body.
Bucky’s brutal spank left devastation in its wake, your mind going entirely blank as you squirmed mindlessly on the hard plastic under your back, your mouth open and gasping for breath.
With a vicious growl, Bucky shoved your thighs wide open and spanked your cunt again. It was only then that you realized you’d tried to close them to protect your slick, swollen pussy, but it had been no use, because your cowboy would not be deterred.
“You came without permission, so take your punishment like a good girl, peaches,” Bucky snarled, slapping your thighs harshly when you instinctively tried to close them again. Then he smacked your pussy once more, the wet, cracking sound resonating in your ears and making your entire body throb.
Tears streamed freely from your eyes, but you didn’t try to stop Bucky. This was what you’d wanted—the stubborn dig of Bucky’s fingers in your soft thigh as he pinned you to the truck, the ruthless way he spanked your pussy, the feral look in his bright, sparkling eyes as he watched you writhe beneath him.
“Bucky,” you sobbed, the pain and pleasure overwhelming your mind and body. You were completely unraveled by your cowboy, completely at his mercy, and it was only then that words of contrition slipped from your lips. “I’m sorry.”
But Bucky wasn’t swayed. He simply chuckled, and stroked a big, calloused hand along your inner thigh.
“You think you’re sorry now, fuckdoll?” he asked mockingly. You managed to pry your eyes open, blinking tears from them so you could stare up at him. He was grinning ruthlessly, his eyes shining meanly in the summer sun. “Just wait until I’m done with you, peaches.”
Then he spanked your cut again, harder, his middle finger catching your clit so perfectly, it wrenched a scream from your lips and, impossibly, sent you rocketing toward your release.
Tension coiled tight in your belly, and your pussy throbbed, and you didn’t know if you could stave it off.
“Oh god, daddy,” you gasped, reaching for Bucky, your fingers fisting in the hem of his white cotton shirt. Your thighs were trembling uncontrollably, your hips writhing on the tailgate, and you tugged on Bucky’s shirt until you got his attention. “Can I cum? Please, please, please, can I cum?”
Surprise flitted across your cowboy’s face before he broke out into a filthy grin, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“You really are made for this, aren’t you?” he asked, wonder seeping into his tone and giving you a brief respite from his rough treatment for a moment.
You bit your lip, feeling almost shy at the awed way your cowboy was looking at you, and nodded your head.
Bucky wrapped his other hand around the back of your neck and lifted you up, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. You could feel how much he adored you in the hot slide of his tongue and the subtle grunts in his throat.
A small smile curved at the corners of your mouth and your fingers curled around his shoulders. You held on tightly to Bucky as you kissed him back, telling him without words how much you adored him as well.
When the kiss ended, you lay back down on the hard plastic of the truck bed and Bucky rubbed his hand through your messy folds, spreading your slick all over your pussy.
As if to remind you he wasn’t about to let up on you yet, he slapped your pussy again, hitting your clit and making your spine arch up off the tailgate, a cry slipping from your lips.
Bucky laughed, and said, “If you can cum from getting your cunt spanked, then do it, fucktoy.”
With that, Bucky rained down a series of quick, sharp spanks to your pussy, until it was fat and puffy and throbbing between your thighs. Every so often he’d catch your clit with his finger or the heel of his palm, and you’d hurtle toward your release, but you never quite managed to tip over the edge.
“Aw, do you need daddy’s cock to cum, fuckpet?” Bucky cooed patronizingly when he realized you weren’t going to cum from pussy spanking alone.
He leaned down over your body, fingers brushing soothingly over your damp brow before his hand wrapped around your throat and he tilted your face up to look at him.
“Do you need me to stuff you full and fuck you brainless like the filthy, pathetic fuckdoll you are?” His voice was mean, but his eyes were bright and eager as they raked over your face.
You were limp and nearly boneless in the bed of Bucky’s truck, exhausted by the pain and pleasure he’d given you, and you just wanted to cum. So you nodded, opening your eyes as wide as you could manage and giving your cowboy your most pitiful, pleading expression.
“Yes—please, daddy,” you begged, the words spilling from your lips unbidden. Your voice was breathy and so needy it was almost embarrassing. “I need you so bad, Bucky—I’ll be good, I promise, just fuck me dumb, make me your fucktoy, please!”
Bucky’s hand tightened harshly around your throat, choking you hard enough to cut off the litany of pleading words. Then, without warning, he shoved his thick cock back into your drenched, swollen pussy with a merciless drive.
He slammed deep with that one thrust, burying himself to the hilt and pressing the base of his shaft to your achy, puffy clit. At the same time, the tip of his dick hit that spot inside you that drove you absolutely wild.
The sudden, overwhelming sensations set you off like a bomb, and your release exploded through you, your mouth dropping open on a soundless scream, the sound choked off by Bucky’s tight grip on your throat. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over your body, so all-consuming, your eyes rolled back in your head.
Distantly, you were aware of your cunt squeezing viciously tight around Bucky’s cock, and him grunting as he followed you over the edge. You felt his thick length twitching deep in your cunt as he spilled himself inside you, biting off furious curses.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re such a good, perfect fuckhole, making daddy cum so hard,” he seethed through clenched teeth, his hips rutting between your thighs as he fucked his cum deep into your pussy.
A dreamy smile drifted across your face as you lay beneath your cowboy, taking his cock and his cum like the good, obedient girl you so rarely were. All the while, you enjoyed the ebbing waves of your own release, spurred on by the pleasure of feeling Bucky unravel for you.
After long moments pumping his cock into your weakly fluttering pussy, and when your cowboy was finally spent, Bucky collapsed on top of you. His scruffy cheek was pressed to the valley between your breasts as he tried to catch his breath.
You hummed happily, savoring his weight on top of you for a moment. Then you snagged Bucky’s black cowboy hat from where it had fallen off your head and lay it over your face to shield your eyes from the sun that was dipping low toward the horizon.
For a long, lazy moment, you basked in the afterglow of Bucky’s rough fucking, raking your nails through your cowboy’s thick, dark hair, smiling each time you spotted strands of silver that shone brightly in the daylight.
It was a pleasant respite, and you waited as long as you could before breaking the silence.
“Thanks Bucky, I really needed that,” you said sweetly once you’d caught your breath.
Your cowboy grumbled wordlessly against your skin, shifting his head to suck sharply on one of your nipples, making you squirm beneath him. He chuckled when you whined and let it fall from his mouth, raising his bright blue eyes to your face.
A soft smile played at the corner of his mouth when he saw you wearing his cowboy hat again, and he rose up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.
“You’re a good brat, peaches,” he mumbled against your lips in between deep, drugging kisses. “Y’always know how to bring out the worst in me.”
“Mm, I think you mean the best,” you hummed cheerily before dragging him back in for another kiss. These were lazy and patient, a far cry from the needy making out you’d done in the cab of his truck.
As you kissed, Bucky’s softening cock slipped from your well-used pussy and you whimpered pitifully into his mouth. Your cowboy pulled away with an unrepentant grin.
“You’re gonna be feeling me all the way home, aren’t ya, peaches?” he teased, pressing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His thick scruff rasped deliciously against your sensitive skin, making you keen happily. “Was it worth it?”
“So worth it,” you moaned, tipping your head to the side and giving Bucky better access to your throat. He didn’t seem in a rush to get back on the road, so you held him tight, not wanting the moment to end just yet.
As he sucked a hickey into your neck, your fingers traced the muscles of his back before your hands slipped under his shirt, reveling in the feeling of his warm skin. Your knees climbed his sides, and you groaned thickly when you felt Bucky’s cock throb against your pussy, a little more cum trickling from the tip.
“Y’know, I think I saw a motel a few miles back,” you said, the words falling from your lips impulsively. You pressed a kiss to Bucky’s sweaty temple as you let the suggestion linger in the air. “And a diner.”
Bucky pushed himself up onto his forearms so he could see your face. “You want to stay the night in the middle of nowhere instead of going home?” he asked skeptically, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
Excitement had your heart fluttering in your chest. The two of you didn’t need to be back that night—the ranch hands would make sure the animals were taken care of and everything else could wait—and you were beginning to want the time with your cowboy more than you wanted your own bed.
“What I want,” you began, your fingers stroking teasingly through the hair at the nape of Bucky’s neck. “Is to have your cock buried deep in my holes for the rest of the night.”
Bucky’s eyes darkened at your dirty words, and your mouth curled into a grin, knowing you had him already. But you couldn’t help yourself from telling him the full truth of how you felt and what you wanted.
“I don’t care where we are,” you said, your voice softening with affection as you stared deep into your cowboy’s eyes. “It’s been a long damn day, and I want to spend the rest of it with my man, with his attention entirely on me, and not the road.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Bucky’s mouth even as he grumbled good-naturedly about how demanding you were, but you knew he didn’t mean it. You knew he liked that you craved his attention enough to push him until he gave it to you.
Bucky caught your lips in a brief, searing kiss, and then he was moving to give you exactly what you wanted. He gently guided you up from the back of the truck and helped you back into your clothes, stealing kisses every chance he got.
Within an hour, you’d checked into a room in the motel—which was blessedly cleaner than you’d expected from a side-of-the-road establishment in the middle of nowhere—and had put in a to-go order from the diner across the street.
While you waited for your food to be ready, you sucked Bucky’s cock, his hand resting on top of the cowboy hat still sitting on your head. He let you worship him for a few minutes before he skull-fucked your mouth and spilled his cum down your throat.
You wore Bucky’s hat to the diner, which was busy and bustling for the dinner rush. You laced your fingers through Bucky’s, proudly holding his hand and basking in the knowledge that everyone would know you belonged to him. He dropped a kiss to your lips as you waited for your food to be brought out.
Once Bucky paid, he tugged you out of the diner and back across the street to your motel. You kept his hat on for the rest of the night, enjoying the slight weight of it on your head as you ate dinner and chatted about the goings on of the ranch.
You even kept it on while Bucky fucked you six ways from Sunday on the bed. It seemed to drive Bucky wild, seeing you in his cowboy hat and nothing else, and he drove his cock into your cunt harder, claiming your body with a possessiveness that had you seeing stars.
The cowboy hat finally tumbled to the floor when you collapsed on top of Bucky, fully sated, much later that night.
It wasn’t long after that when you fell into a deep, restful sleep sprawled across your cowboy’s broad chest. His cock was still wedged in your thoroughly fucked pussy, your body keeping him warm while his cum spilled from your hole and dried on your skin.
You couldn’t have been any happier about how the day had turned out.
After so many long hours spent in Bucky Barnes’ truck, it was a delight to end the day with some good quality time with your man—and plenty of fucking.
It may have been a long damn day, but it was a blissfully long night spent in the arms of your cowboy.