“And what man is that?”
“Yours, Grace. I’ve always been meant to be yours.”
Taking his hand I bring it to my lips and press the most tender kiss. I let my lips linger, not wanting to part and all the while needing to be closer.
And if it wasn’t for us driving down the highway I would be stripping him out of his clothes with a maddening urgency, to feel his skin against mine, and for him to be inside of me.
Just the thought has me clenching my thighs together and biting down on my lower lip to stop the demand wanting to break free.
“Don’t look at me like that, Grace,” he warns me, his voice low and husky. “I’m about five seconds shy from pulling us off the road and fucking you until your cunt is weeping and your throat is raw from screaming my name.”
My mouth gapes open as wetness pools between my thighs. Desire blazes through my veins like molten lava. Lust makes the air heady between us.
I’m suddenly ravenous and the only thing that can satiate my hunger is to have Oak’s cock seated inside me to the hilt.
“Oak.” His names is a whimpered plea of need on my lips.
And that’s all it takes for him to switch across the lanes of the highway until we’re taking the nearest exit and him pulling off onto the side of the road.
He parks the truck and before I can even ask him what he’s doing he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door.
With purposeful strides he’s outside the passenger door in a blink of an eye. Opening the door with lust controlling all his senses he unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me out of the truck as if I weigh nothing.
Instinctively I wrap myself around him.
His head dips down and his mouth takes mine in a searing mind-bending kiss.
His tongue expertly tangles against my own, always being the lead in our erotic dance.
My back gets slammed against the door to the backseat and the delicious bite of pain shoots straight down to my pussy making me wetter.
I grind against him, feeling his massive cock through the fabrics of our clothing.
He groans, the sound coming from the base of his throat and it spurs me on.
Tearing his lips away from mine he looks down at me with lust blown eyes. “You trust me?”
My heart races from the anticipation. “You know I do.”
His lips pull up to a smug smirk and god does it look fucking hot on him. “That’s because you’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod my head, my voice failing me.
Ice blue eyes narrow down at me before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls. The bite of pain is wondrous and the flat of his tongue that soothes the ache is even more so.
With his lips against my own he demands, “I told you to never be silent with me, Grace. You’ll use that fucking voice of yours when I’m balls deep inside you or if you’re choking on my cock. You understand?”
Being a glutton for punishment I only nod my head in response. There’s a part of me, a great part, that wants to receive his special kind of punishment. The thought of his palm striking my ass cheek or my hands bound by rope has me grinding against him restlessly.
Oak slides his hand down my body, creating electrical shocks as he does until his hand grasps my waist and halts my movement. “You’re greedy, aren’t you?” His voice is pure sex and all I want is to drown in it.
With a voice that’s husky myself I answer, “Only for you. Only ever for you.”
His nostrils flare as his eyes go wild. “That’s fucking right,” he says to me as he moves his hand to unbutton my jeans. Next, he’s pulling down the zipper. “You’re mine, Grace. This greedy fucking pussy is mine.” His fingers dive inside my thong and he wastes no time inserting his finger.
By how wet I am for him when he inserts a second finger in it goes in easily.
I let out a moan and his smirk widens to a full blown satisfied smile.
