She touched the fucking door handle and opened it.
I growled again, “Baby girl.”
She giggled as she climbed into the truck and closed it before I reached her.
I glared up at her as I rounded the hood and climbed in.
We were both silent as I drove us to my house.
And the moment I parked the truck in front of the garage, I shut the truck off, climbed out, rounded the hood, and opened her door.
I wrapped my arms around her hips and lifted her out of the truck, then I spun her, so her front was pressed to the now closed truck door, then I reared my hand back, and slapped her right cheek twice.
And when she moaned, fuck, precum leaked out of the tip of my cock.
I spun her back around, lifted her, as she wrapped her legs around my hips while I carried her up the front walk.
Her eyes roamed over my face the whole time, and I caught one detail.
The heat and want in her eyes.
I reached into my back pocket, pulled out the keys, unlocked the door, kicked the door open, stepped through, kicked it shut, and then slammed her into the wall at the same time my lips came down on hers.
Our hands roamed as our lips and tongues moved at a rhythm only the two of us understood.
Then I moved my lips over her cheek and down her neck while I teased her skin with my tongue.
She writhed against me.
And knowing that I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled my head back and said, “I gotta taste you.”
She nodded.
But she hesitated as I tried to lower her to the floor. She didn’t seem to want to let me go.
I liked that.
I liked that a lot.
And I liked it even more as she wobbled on her heels while I made sure she was steady.
Then, as I lowered myself before her, I made sure to keep my eyes locked with hers.
As soon as I was on my knees, I removed one heel, and then the other, then whispered, “Want these on your feet when I make love to you and nothing else one day.”
“Done,” she whispered.
I unsnapped her jeans, and then without a second of stopping, I lowered her jeans down her hips.
The moment they dropped to the floor, I placed my hand against her belly and pushed her back, holding her still against the wall, and growled, “Last man that’s ever going to be on his knees for you. Last man that’s ever going to know what you taste like.”
Then she shared, “Did you forget?”
I winked, “Fuck no. Only man.”
She was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling at a fast rate.
And then I did what I’ve been dying to do. I leaned forward, inhaled her scent, and then ripped her panties from her body.
