Breaking the rules

Chapter 11

It didn’t bother me that Morana was sitting with her arms crossed and her eyes staring out the window. Her hair was tied with a clip, and her sweater covered most of her body. The food we brought rested in the backseat, and we shared a drink. She was singing along to the radio and my hand rested on her thigh. Her legs tightened around my hand and I just smirked. “Really dolly? Squeeze like there is something there.”

“Oh Bucky, always thinking dirty,” she laughed. She turned and leaned down and took a sip from our drink. I quickly loosen my belt and tried to pull over before getting too excited. She looked up and put her hand on my thigh. “Did you think I was just going to sit and look pretty and then give you head? Real low Bucky, really low,” she smiled.

“Don’t tease, my dolly,” I smirked. Her dull eyes shined brighter than the sunset above us. “Do you want to talk about the honeymoon and what we’ll do?” After mentioning going to Romania, she’s been obsessed with research. She had this all planned out, and she told me it’d be our lives time.

“Of course, any ideas from you, Barnes?” She turned and looked at me with her luring eyes.

I thought back to when my dad took me there on his business trip. “Well, there are castles, libraries, food to eat, a black church, wine tasting, all you can imagine, doll,” I responded to her. Her smile was soft, but she had this dark side hidden. Her eyes were dilated and her smile was a small line. “Their breakfast is amazing, especially the hash browns, doll.”

Over the months, I’ve learned, she consumes mostly potato products. She eats whatever, but when we went out to breakfast once, for an early date, she only ordered hash browns. That morning, I learned she ate hash browns as comfort food, and that she ate very little for breakfast. I was worried when I heard that, but it warmed me when I was told she’d try to make it a habit to eat more during the morning. Then another late afternoon she wasn’t feeling well, so I drove us to Mcdonalds, just to see if she would drink a sweet tea. She got a mcflurry; the machine was not down for once, and she ordered fries.

“Hash browns sound good right now, and so do Taco Bell’s Nacho Fries,” she smiled. Her hand slowly wrapped around the gearshift, moving my hand away from it. “No, Buck, I want to hold your hand,” she sighed. I let go of the gearshift and her hand fell into mine. It was soft, and a little creamy. She must’ve put lotion on. She had a bottle of lotion everywhere. Sometimes, they’d be in the most random spots, like the shower.

“Doll, I hope you removed the lotion from the shower?” I questioned. It was an odd thing she did though, besides falling up the stairs. “If there is still a lotion bottle, I swear Morana, no ‘work cuddles’ for the rest of the wee-month, no year,” I stated ill.

“Guess you better be with me in every shower from now on,” she smirked, rubbing her hand up and down my thigh. That simple motion went straight to my dick, creating a tent in my jeans. Her had grazed over the tent, ignoring it, and her hand reached for my belt. “I assume you brought a lot girls up here?”

“First and last girl I have brought here,” I smiled. I looked around and my left was clean of people. I pulled over in a pullout area; a look-out. “Mor, look on the right, is there anyone coming?”

She first looked to me, i’m on her left, then she looked to the right. I see why she wants “L” and “R” tattoos. She nodded, and gave me thumbs up. “No one is coming,” she said, but she was curious. Her voice was a higher pitch, and when she looked at me, her brows were knitted at the center on her forehead. “Bucky, what kind of plan do you have going on?”

“One, I know you’ll like it,” I smirked, scooting my seat back. Her eyes rolled and she smiled. “Do I need to make the first move, or are you going to get your cute ass over here?” I finished unbuttoning my pants. Her hands hovered above my hard dick, and she smiled. Her hand lowered, running up and down my shaft. Her grip tightened, and I gasped.

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s right, Soldat. Moan for me,” she whisped.

“Morana, please,” I grunted, as her hand made it’s way past my boxers. Her cold touch made me shudder. “Please, Morana I need to feel you.” I didn’t feel a cold grasp anymore. The air was ambient.

She brought her pants to the floorboard, and she took off her sweater. Her breasts were in a push-up bra, but she wore whatever she wanted. Bra or no bra works for me.

She sat over me, when sunk when I felt her warmth. I missed her. I love her. I feel cold when I’m inside of her. She was quite exquisite taking her time bouncing on me. She scratched my chest, and felt her claw into me for support. “Take your time doll. You still have to walk tomorrow,” I chuckled, holding her hips as extra structure.

“Buck-,” She gasped.

“Are you close?” I knew she was, feeling myself pulsate in her cunt. I felt her cunt grasp for my dick, and it made me smile. She couldn’t use her words, she cut herself off from those, well aside from my name, no other vocabulary was used. She just nodded her head. She didn’t need a lot of time to come. “Scream my name,” I growled, moving my eyes to her throbbing breasts.

I glared as she stopped bouncing, but she surprised me. “Bucky!” She shouted, collapsing on my chest.

My release came shortly after she rested her head on my shoulder. I quickly scooped her up and brought her to earth, again. “Look at me doll?” I said worriedly, she wouldn’t respond to me, until the fourth time I called out her name.

“Your cum is dripping down my leg,” She giggled, lazily with her head down. I felt the warm mixture of our come touch my thigh.

“Love, I need you to look at me,” I said, being more stern this time.

Her head bobbed up and I saw her angelic eyes again. “Look at you, now let’s get you cleaned up,” I grabbed a wash-wipe from the center console. I wiped her face and neck first, then I carefully wiped in-between her thighs. She reached for my hand tiredly and used her hand to guide mine. “Mor, what are you doing?”

“I’m helping you wipe yourself off,” She mumbled, sounding exhausted yet adorable.

“Are you still bored?” I asked her, discarding the wipe back into the packaging it came in. “If so, we have room in the back-seat.”

“Yes. Get your ass back their Barnes.” Her haze was lost in seconds and she was dripping again.