His cock is hot and heavy between us, and when I slide down onto him in one slow, desperate motion, we both moan.
“Fuck yes.” Mason’s head tips back. “That’s it. Take all of it.”
I start to move, rolling my hips against him, feeling the way he fits inside me so deep I see sparks behind my eyes. His hands clamp my waist, guiding me up and down.
“Look at you.” His voice is reverent filth. “So pretty when you’re full of me.”
As I grind harder, his mouth drops open. “You’re so wet,” he whispers, thumb gliding down to stroke my clit. “Always so fuckin’ ready for me.”
“You feel so good,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “God, you feel—”
“Want it harder?” he pants.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me harder, Mason.”
He groans and surges up into me, thrust meeting bounce. The bench seat creaks, the windows fog, and the entire truck rocks with the rhythm of us.
“Fuck, yes.” His forehead presses to mine. “This what you wanted? Wanna end the year with my cock in you?”
My breath catches. “Yes.”
He grabs my ass cheeks, spreading me wider over him. Then he brings one hand back to his mouth to suck on his index finger, before sliding it back around until it presses lightly against my ass.
“Fuck—” My head drops back and body shakes.
“You wanna be full for new year?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
He pushes the slickened finger inside, shallow and teasing, the pressure perfect in a way that makes me react loudly.
“My perfect fucking girl,” he breathes, sweating now. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
I’m almost there, right on the edge, every nerve ending lit.
Outside, the crowd begins to chant.
“TEN!”
Mason’s thrusts get rougher. “Frankie—fuck, yes—ride me—”
“NINE!”
I take his hand and guide it up to wrap around my throat.
His eyes go molten.
“EIGHT!”
I bounce harder, desperate and wild. Every thrust slams him deeper, the thick stretch making my thighs shake.
“You love this,” he growls. “Two holes stuffed and you still want more. My greedy fucking girl.”
“SEVEN!”
