He slides two fingers inside me again, curling them upward as his tongue continues its assault on my clit.The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself racing toward release embarrassingly fast.
“You gonna come for me?”His voice vibrates against my sensitive flesh.“Gonna flood my mouth like you used to?Make it drip down my chin.”
“Yes,” I pant, my hips bucking against his face.“God, yes.”
“Say my name when you do,” he demands, his fingers plunging deeper.Harder.Faster.“I want to hear it.”
It only takes a few more strokes of his tongue before I’m shattering, my back arching off the door as pleasure courses through me.“Maddox!”
He doesn’t let up, working me through every aftershock until I’m pushing his head away, too sensitive to take any more.He rises up, his chin glistening with evidence of my pleasure, a smug smile on his face.
“Now,” he says, finally unbuckling his belt.“I think its time you final take my cock.”
He unzips his jeans and pushes them down just enough to free himself.My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, thick and hard, the head already leaking.He’s bigger than I remember, or maybe my memory didn’t do him justice.
“Come here,” he orders, stroking himself once, twice.“Straddle me.”
Charged by the desperate need to feel him inside me, I scramble across the bench and position myself on his lap.My arms wind around his neck and my hips buck forward, my pussy rubbing along the length of him.His big hands move to my hips, and he lifts me up.Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I position him exactly where I want and sink down slowly, taking one inch at a time.
A growl erupts from his throat and his hands dig into my hips as I drop all the way down on his cock.My pussy throbs as it stretches to accommodate his length, but it’s the most amazing sensation.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groans.
I begin to move, rising up before sliding back down, establishing a rhythm that has us both panting.His hands move to cup my ass, fingers digging into my skin as he guides my movements.
“That’s it,” he encourages.“Ride my cock like the good girl I always knew you were.”
I increase my pace, bracing my hands on his shoulders for leverage.The scent of sex fills the truck as the windows begin to fog and the air becomes thick.His eyes lower and a carnal sound rips past his lips.“What a fucking sight.That pretty pussy swollen and weeping.So fucking full.”
One of his hands snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit.The added stimulation is almost too much.
“Maddox,” I moan, feeling my second orgasm building rapidly.
“Look at me,” he demands, and when I do, the intensity in his eyes nearly makes me come undone again.“I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”
His thumb moves faster over my clit.
“I’m close.”
“Me too,” he grunts, his hips now bucking up to meet mine.“Come with me, Amelia.Let go.”
His words push me over the edge, and I clench around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.He follows immediately after, his grip on my hip tightening to the point of bruising as he pulses inside me.
For several moments, we remain completely still, our foreheads pressed together as we struggle to catch our breath.Reality slowly begins to seep back in, and with it, the weight of what we’ve just done.
I move to climb off him, but he holds me in place, his hands gentler now as they stroke up and down my back.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder.
But the tenderness of the moment cracks as shame floods me.I shift uncomfortably, suddenly painfully aware of our position, of what we’ve done.The afterglow evaporates, replaced by a cold, sinking feeling in my gut.
“I need to get off you,” I whisper, avoiding his eyes.
This time he lets me move.As I lift myself from his lap, I feel the warm trickle of his release sliding down my inner thigh.
Maddox notices too.“Shit, hang on.”He twists around, reaching behind the seat into the truck’s extended cab.He pulls out a flannel shirt.“Let me clean you up.”
“Don’t.”I push his hand away and reach for my clothes.My fingers tremble as regret builds.
