“Please, Bobby.”
His eyes gleam, the moonbeams slicing through the darkness of the truck’s cabin. “Remember, you asked for this, Ever.” Bobby fists his cock in his hand and brings the bulbous head to the entrance of my puckered hole. “Demanding my cock be inside your ass.”
I swallow down my nervousness and desire. We’ve done it once before, and it hurt, but once he was in and the pain lessened, a different kind of pleasure took over. One I could die happy experiencing again.
I nod. “Yes, Bobby, I’m asking for it. Please,” I beg again.
With his cock in his hand, he slowly slides his thickness and length inside me and past the ring of nerves. His thrusts are slow and controlled. He doesn’t want to hurt me. Bobby only wants us to feel good. I trust him.
He pushes inside and fills me full. I let out my breath. He leans into me and presses the side of his face to mine. “So fucking tight. Your ass is so fucking tight, Ever.”
“Fuck me, Bobby.”
I let my head fall. My hair is like a curtain around my face. My face heats. I’ve never spoken so crassly before. Bobby brings out the sex kitten in me. Brings out the woman who asks for what she wants. I’m submitting to him, but I’m the one in control of how he pleasures me.
He moves in and out of me. He fills me full. Leaves a void when he pulls out of me, only to fill me again when he slams his thickness inside me.
I see stars. They are small but bright. His cock goes in and out of my ass. The pad of his thumb circles my clit. He rubs and pinches. Bobby fills me full in my backside. Slips his thick fingers into my aching core. He pumps in and out with his cock. Slides out and in me, three fingers deep in my pussy.
My pants are loud in the truck. His groan straight from his core vibrates against my back, sending molten heat from my stomach to my sex. My pussy weeps around his fingers. My puckered hole grasps on tight to his cock. It’s swallowing his thickness whole, like he likes my pussy to do.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m coming.”
He loses control. He’s only lost control that one time. Oh God, he is beautiful when he lets go. A guttural sound slips past his lips. His head rests on my shoulder. His teeth rake across my heated flesh. I tremble with pain and desire. My inner muscles tighten around his fingers, and I break apart.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His body slumps on mine. “Fuck, baby, you’ll be the death of me.”
I smile. Not one fuck, but a string of them.
“I hope not.” I glance over my shoulder.
He reaches across me, grabs napkins from the glove compartment, and cleans up our sex mess. He helps me dress, then zips up his pants and buckles his belt.
We get back on the road and drive back home in comfortable silence.
“Warm enough?”
I turn to tell him, “Yes.” His eyes widen in horror. My mind flashes to the day Braxton looked at me and missed the curve in the road.
Bobby’s truck doesn’t go airborne like Braxton’s sports car did. We’re struck from the side. The truck’s door caves in. I reach for Bobby. His mouth is open. He’s saying something, but I can’t hear him. My heartbeat pounds loudly in my ears and my vision tunnels. I can’t breathe. Oh God, I can’t breathe. The truck flips.
My head hits glass.
Sharp pains slice behind my eyes.
I scream Bobby’s name.
My world goes black.
37
EVER
I wake up inside a dark room with my hands tied behind my back and my feet bound. My head throbs, and something sticky clings to my eyelashes and smears my lips.
I lick at the wetness. Metallic. Blood. A large figure, dressed in all black with a balaclava on, sits kitty-corner to me with his elbows on his knees, hunched forward, studying me with cold eyes like I’m a science experiment for dissection. I tip my chin at him. “You’re a coward for concealing your identity.”
He’s sitting away from the windows and has a view of me and the door. There’s no way in or out except for the door and the large window in the motel room. I bet we’re on the ground floor. Easy to get in and out. This guy is smart.
