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By the time we hit the empty stretch of road before my house, the tension coiling in my gut had twisted into something unbearable, a throbbing ache between my legs that made every bump in the pavement jolt straight to my clit. The cab of the truck smelled like leather and his cologne.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, the way the veins bulged on his forearms, the memory of his body pressed against mine earlier still burning my skin. I unclipped my seatbelt with a sharp click, the sound slicing through the hum of the engine.

“Sam, what are you…” His voice was rough, laced with surprise and that deep rumble that always sent shivers down my spine, but he trailed off as I leaned across the console, my fingers finding the zipper of his jeans. The metal teeth parted with a harsh rasp, echoing like a filthy invitation.

“Sam, what the fuck…” His protest cracked, turning into a guttural groan as I tugged his zipper down fully and delved inside, pushing aside the soft cotton of his boxers to free his cock. It sprang out, already fully hard and heavy, the thick shaft veined and flushed dark with need, the broad head glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum that caught the dim glow from the dashboard lights. The sight of it made my mouth water, my pussy clench emptily, a fresh wave of slickness soaking my panties.

“I’m driving on a dark road,” he managed, his eyes flicking to me for a split second before snapping back to the winding blacktop ahead, the truck’s headlights cutting through the night like twin blades.

“Then keep your eyes on the road.” I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, feeling the scorching heat of him pulse against my palm, the velvety skin stretched taut over rigid steel. He was so thick my fingers didn’t quite meet around his girth, the sheer size of him making my inner walls flutter in anticipation. I stroked once, slow and firm from root to tip, twisting my wrist at the swollen head to smear that pre-cum down the length, and his hips jerked involuntarily, the truck swerving just a hair before he yanked the wheel straight with a curse.

“Jesus Christ.” His knuckles went white on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his grip, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts.

I bent forward, my hair falling like a curtain around us, and licked a slow, flat stripe from the base of his cock up to the crown, my tongue dragging over every ridge and vein, tasting the salty tang of his skin mixed with clean soap and the earthy hint of his arousal. He cursed above me, a low, animalistic “Fuck” that vibrated through the cab.

Emboldened, I sealed my lips around the head, sucking hard, my tongue swirling over the sensitive underside where the frenulum dipped, lapping at the slit to coax out more of that slick pre-cum. He rewarded me with a groan that came from deep in his chest, raw and unrestrained.

“Fuck. Baby. Your mouth.” His words were barely coherent, slurred with lust, his free hand finding the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair with a gentle tremble, anchoring himself as much as me. “Can’t think when you do that - goddamn, your tongue’s gonna make me lose it.”

I took him deeper, relaxing my jaw and throat, letting the thick head nudge the back of my mouth with a gag that I swallowed down, the slight burn in my muscles only heightening the thrill. I pulled up slowly, hollowing my cheeks to create suction that made his cock throb against my tongue, strings of saliva connecting us when I bobbed back down. His thigh tensed under my bracing hand, the powerful muscle jumping as I worked him, the denim rough against my palm. His breathing was ragged, raw, each exhale a harsh pant that fogged the windshield slightly.

“You’re trying to kill me.” His voice was wrecked, gravelly and strained, like he was fighting not to thrust up into my mouth. “Fuck, right there, don’t stop. Your hot little mouth sucking my dick like that…”

I didn’t stop. I set a slow rhythm, my lips sliding down his shaft until my nose brushed the coarse hair at his base, making my clit pulse with neglect. I used my hand to work what my mouth couldn’t reach, twisting and pumping in tandem, the slick sounds of spit and pre-cum obscene in the confined space. Every stroke wrung a new sound from him, grunts, curses, filthy pleas, each one dirtier than the last. I pulled off just enough to swirl my tongue around the head, savoring the way he twitched and swelled.

“Sam, I’m close. Baby, I’m gonna…” His warning was a desperate rasp, his fingers tightening in my hair, hips stuttering as he fought for control.

I pulled off completely with a wet pop, a string of saliva dangling from my lips to his glistening tip, leaving him bobbing in the cool air.

His strangled noise was almost comical, a mix of whine and growl that made me smirk despite the ache in my jaw. “What, why did you…”

“We’re almost home.” I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting him lingering on my lips, my pussy throbbing with unspent need. “Wouldn’t want you to wreck your truck. Or cum down my throat before I get to feel you inside me.”

The look he gave me could have peeled paint, dark eyes blazing with frustrated lust, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle tick. “You’re going to pay for that, you teasing, gorgeous woman. I’m gonna make you forget your own name.”

“Great.” I crossed my legs primly, squeezing my thighs together to ease the pressure on my swollen clit, but it only made me wetter. “Looking forward to it.”

We barely made it through my front door before he had me slammed against the wall, the impact thrilling, his kiss bruising and desperate, teeth nipping at my lower lip as his tongue plunged into my mouth, claiming every inch.

His hands were everywhere: gripping my waist hard enough to bruise, kneading my ass through my jeans, one tangling in my hair to yank my head back and expose my throat. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head in one frantic motion, breaking the kiss just long enough to get it free, my nails raking down his broad back, feeling the ridges of muscle honed from swinging hammers all day.

“Bedroom,” I managed against his mouth, my voice muffled as I nipped at his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin.

“Too far,” he growled it, grinding his still-hard cock against my belly, the denim barrier doing nothing to hide how rigid he was.

“It’s twelve feet away.”

“Twelve feet too many.” But he moved anyway, walking me backward down the hallway and up the stairs while our mouths stayed fused, hot and sloppy, tongues tangling in a messy rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

My hands fumbled with his belt, yanking it open with a clink, while he worked my jeans, popping the button and shoving them down my hips along with my soaked panties in one rough pull. We left a trail of clothes through the way, my shoes kicked off by the door, his shirt crumpled near the bathroom, my sweater pooling on the stairs, his jeans at the threshold of the bedroom, kicked aside as we stumbled inside.

He lowered me onto the bed with surprising gentleness for a man built like a wall of muscle, the mattress dipping under his weight as he braced above me. The moment slowed, the streetlight filtering through the curtains painting his body in stripes of gold and shadow, every ridge of his abs, the V of his hips leading down to his cock standing proud and flushed, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. The impossible breadth of his shoulders blocked out the light, making him loom like a god, scars from work and life etching stories across his chest and arms.

His hands were shaking. I noticed it when he reached for my bra clasp, the tremor in his thick fingers, the way his jaw tightened as he tried to steady them, brows furrowing in concentration. This powerful, strong man was trembling like a leaf.

“Hey.” I caught his hands in mine, pressing them flat against my stomach, feeling the calluses rough against my soft skin and holding them there until the tremor eased, my thumbs stroking over his knuckles. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He closed his eyes, lashes dark against his cheeks, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Everything. This matters. You matter, and the last time something mattered this much…”