He rolls the condom on. His cock is thick and perfect, flushed deep and already glistening with precum.
I bite my lip as I watch, a fresh rush of heat flooding between my legs.
Once the condom’s on, he grips my hips again and guides me up over him. His thumbs press into the curves of my waist as I hover.
The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, teasing, and I let out a shaky breath as I start to lower.
I sink down inch by inch, every part of me pulling tight around him, adjusting, yielding.
He’s big. It’s a stretch to take him. But it’s a good stretch, a full-body bloom of sensation that starts deep and radiates outward.
When I look at him, he’s got his eyes riveted to where his cock is sliding into my pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, you feel so good. ”
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him swear.
The word sounds so sexy in his voice. Even more so because he never uses it. Not until now.
As I go all the way down, there’s an incredible sensation of being filled up. That deep, aching emptiness replaced by the pressure and heat of his cock inside me.
It makes me feel… complete.
Our eyes meet.
And then he’s kissing me again, hot and bruising and deep. We kiss passionately while we fuck, and it feels intimate and raw in a way it never has for me before.
At first, he lets me set the pace. I’m taking it slow, savoring the feel of him inside me. Getting used to the girth of him. The way he fills me completely. My thighs shake from the effort to go slow, from the intensity of the sensations. From how good he feels inside me.
His body is unbelievably hard and strong. The ridged muscles of his abs shift under my palms as I run my hands down his chest, his torso flexing with each breath. I drag my nails lightly over the sculpted lines of his stomach and feel the muscles jump in response.
He tugs down my tank top and bra in one smooth movement. Despite the heated air of the truck, even hotter with our body heat now, my nipples are already hard. He palmsthem before taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. His tongue flicks over the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp and arch into him as we fuck.
My rhythm slips as pleasure starts to take over.
That’s when he takes control.
He turns me over so I’m on my knees on the bench seat.
“Hands right here,” he tells me, guiding my palms to grip the seatback. He fits his body behind mine, pressing a kiss to my neck.
And then he plunges into me again, all the way to the hilt.
His grip tightens on my hips as he fucks me. His fingers dig into my ass, pulling me down onto him harder as he starts thrusting up into me, hard and deep, each snap of his hips driving me closer to the edge. The friction is relentless, delicious.
There’s a pressure in my spine and it’s building fast.The windows of the truck are all fogged up, and the sounds we’re making are obscene.
“Luke,” I pant, breathless.
He bends his head to murmur in my ear again. “Say my name again.” It’s almost a growl.
Head thrown back, my body rolling against his as he drives into me, I obey. “Luke.”
This time, he actually does growl with satisfaction. Then he captures my mouth in a kiss, hard and messy. Both of us are wild with it now. Desperate.
That’s when the orgasm slams into me.
My pussy clenches around him, pulsing as I lose all rhythm, pleasure tearing through me like a wave.
