Page 9 of Stalked By the Trucker

“As am I,” I growl back. “Last time.”

The guy looks from side to side and swallows nervously, all his earlier bravado gone before he finally turns on his heel and walks away from my truck.

As soon as he leaves, the cab turns icy with tension, and I can feel London's shivers even through my thick flannel shirt. She's clinging to me like I'm the last solid thing in a world gone mad, her fingers digging into my sides. Her wide brown eyes search mine, begging for something to anchor us both back to reality.

"Bronx," she whispers, her voice crackling like dry leaves. "I'm so sorry I didn’t tell you. I understand if you don’t want me around anymore?—"

"Shh," I cut her off, my heart hammering against my chest. "None of that matters to me. I understand, and you’re crazy if you think anything in hell would keep me away from you. I want you, London. All of you. The good, the bad. Hell, I would say the ugly, but there’s not a single ugly thing about you. You’re the most beautiful thing to ever happen to my life."

Tears spring to her eyes, but I pull her into my lap and wipe them away. “You’re perfect, baby.”

She shakes her head in denial, but I reproach her sternly.

“No, you listen to me. You want me to be your daddy, right? Then, that involves trusting me. I’ll never tell you anything that isn’t true, and I vow to always take care of you, so when I tell you you’re perfect, you’re going to believe me, aren’t you?”

London bites that puffy pink lip as she nods at me shyly.

And I’m suddenly very aware of the way her hot little pussy is pressed right against my raging erection. “That’s a good girl,” I murmur as I brush a strand a hair back from her hair. “You’re such a good girl for your daddy, aren’t you?”

She lets out a whimper and nods her head as she involuntarily shifts her hips on me, dragging her pussy against my erection.

My arms band around her as I bury my face in her neck and growl. “Fuck, baby doll, you and that hot little pussy are going to be the death of me.”

Her response is a mix of a moan and a sigh, her body melting against mine in the cramped space of the truck cab.

"Bronx..." Her voice trembles with vulnerability. "You make me feel so safe."

I tighten my grip around her slim waist, pulling her closer until there's no space left between us. "That's because you are safe," I promise her firmly. "As long as I'm here, ain't nobody ever gonna hurt you."

London's eyes glisten with unshed tears, her emotions raw and palpable. She buries her face in my chest, gripping onto my shirt as if anchoring herself to me might somehow erase the horrors of her past. I can feel every tremble that runs through her body, every silent plea for reassurance.

In that moment, I swear to myself—and silently vow to whatever gods might be listening—that I'll destroy anyone who tries to bring harm to this precious woman in my arms.

I tip her head up and brush her lips gently with mine, trying to offer comfort, but my girl goes off.

She opens her mouth and climbs higher on my lap as she starts kissing me desperately while she humps me through our clothes.

Another motherfucking hell am I here for it. Every sweet inch of it.

I kiss her back and still her hips as I struggle to contain myself. “Fuck, got me ready to blow my load in my pants already, baby.”

She whimpers when I stop her, but I instantly try to console her. “Ssh, baby. Daddy is going to give you what you want, but he needs to put it between your legs. So, be a good little girl and take those little cocktease shorts off.”

London lifts up and does as I instruct while I pop the button on my jeans and free my aching cock.

It springs free just as London settles back down on me, her tight pussy sliding right onto me.

“Fuck!” I hiss as she squeals in delight.

“Daddy,” she whimpers, and motherfuck, that’s my undoing.

I turn into a beast, holding her hips fast as I pump up into her sweet heaven for all that I’m worth.

Her cries fill the cab. The truck rocks slightly on its suspension as we move together in a frantic rhythm. Every nerve in my body screams with the intensity of the moment, her warmth enveloping me in a way nothing else ever has.

"Bronx," she gasps, her voice hitching with every thrust. "I—I love this. I love you."

Hearing those words, something fierce and possessive takes hold of me. I slow my pace, gripping her tighter, wanting to feel every inch of her connected to me. "Say it again," I demand, my voice rough with emotion.

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