I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Been waiting for this all day.”
He starts to move, deep and punishing, every thrust sending shockwaves through me. His hand finds my throat, thumb stroking lightly as his eyes burn into mine.
“You want me to fill you up?” he asks, breath ragged. “Even though you’re already knocked up right here in the back of my truck?”
“God, yes.”
He groans like he’s in pain. “You’re gonna look so fuckin’ pretty with a belly full of me. Everyone in town would know you’re mine.”
“Iamyours.”
That breaks him. He drives into me harder, one hand slipping between us to circle my clit with practiced, ruthless precision.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Will. Always.”
His pace falters for a heartbeat, then turns frenzied. I come with a cry, body clenching hard around him, and a second later he follows, grinding deep, spilling into me with a broken, desperate groan of my name.
He collapses over me, breath hot against my neck. “That was one,” he whispers. “You said a few.”
And from the way he’s already hardening again inside me, I know he’s just getting started.
Will doesn’t give me time to catch my breath.
He leans back just enough to look down at where we’re still connected and lets out a low, dangerous growl.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, dragging two fingers through the mess between my thighs. “Already leaking, and I’m not nearly done with you.”
I whimper, hips tilting toward his touch.
“You said you needed it a few times,” he goes on, voice dipping lower, darker, as he slides his fingers back into me. “So I’m gonna give it to you again. Gonna fuck you so full, baby, you’re going to leak me for days.”
My body jerks at his words, heat rolling through me in waves.
He pulls out slowly, the slide achingly deliberate. Then he flips me over onto my hands and knees. My cheek presses to the seat, breath hitching as he palms my ass, spreading me open.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, more to himself than me. “You were made for this. For me. Look at how wet you still are. Like your body knows it’s supposed to take me.”
Then he thrusts back in, hard enough to rock me forward, and I cry out, gripping the seat.
“That’s it,” he pants. “Take it. Take all of me.”
He pounds into me with unrelenting rhythm, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. His words fall hot and filthy against my back.
“Gonna fuck you stupid. Gonna fill you up again and again. When your tits are full of milk, I’m going to suck them while I pound into you.”
“Will,” I gasp, delirious from the stretch and the pace and the sheer need of it.
“You want that, don’t you?”
I moan, shameless. “Yes—God, yes.”
“Say it. Say what you want.”
“I want it all, Will. Give it to me.”
He snaps his hips harder, deeper. “Fuck, you’re gonna get it.”
