Page 69 of The Charm of You

I hum as I wrap my palm around him, his shaft thick and pulsing in my eager hand.

He dips his head and hisses a curse.

“Come here.” I only let go to scoot back onto the truck bed, urging him to follow.

Even with the blanket underneath me, the ridges grind into my back, but I don’t care. How can I, when this burly man stalks toward me on his freaking knees?

The entire truck dips under the weight of Austin, and I gulp. If what I felt was accurate, he’s large and intimidating, with the potential to completely ruin me.

As he hovers over my half-naked body, my mouth waters, and I’ve never been so excited to be utterly destroyed.

I quiver beneath him as the tip of his erection prods at my opening.

He leans his weight on one hand by my ear and cups my cheek with the other, using his thumb to pry my wet lips apart. “I’m going to make sure you remember me,” he says, and the husky edge of his voice practically scrapes across my skin.

The hem of his shirt flutters over my heat as he shifts his hips and reaches down between us to grip himself. He guides himself along my slit, and I gasp.

As he inches inside me, a breathy moan crescendos from my throat, and when his hips finally connect with mine, his cock fully buried between my legs, my jaw hangs open like it’s unhinged.

He gently pulls out, and I’m deeply aware of every inch of him as he exits. When Austin pushes back into place, the delicious sting and stretch from his girthy, veiny length sends ripples of arousal coursing through me.

Each thrust builds hot friction.

Every raspy grunt in my ear makes me feverish.

My blissful pants transform into sharp cries of inexplicable pleasure as satisfaction seeps into every one of my muscles.

“Fuck,” he says, drawing out the simple word into multiple syllables as he quickens his pace. His hips slam forward and rattle my body, along with the entire truck.

I reach behind my head and use the back of the vehicle as I might a headboard, anchoring myself in this position as I take all of him, over and over.

So. Good.

Without breaking our connection, he rolls us over, and I land on top of him. My mouth still hangs open like I’m ready to scream, but nothing comes out. I’m too overwhelmed with the sensations racking my body.

“Ride me, Princess,” he whispers, but even with his voice so barely audible, his command is still powerful. “I want to know how much you love when I’m buried inside you like this. Show me that no man has ever fucked you like I do. Convince me you’ll remember me long after you’re gone.”

His filthy words hold a layer of challenge, but mostly, they’re confident, like he knows no one’s ever touched me like this. That there’s no way in hell I won’t remember him once I’m back in New York.

And he’s right. In the past, guys have tentatively touched me like I’m some fragile damsel, but Austin grips me firmly and without restraint. Thanks to him, I now realize the men of my past were just silly boys in comparison.

He sits against the back of the truck, our chests plastered together as I surge my hips forward, gyrating onto him and taking him deeper with each movement.

I sink my entire weight onto him, clinging to his round shoulders for balance.

Every part of Austin is large and rough and raw.

It’s heady. He’s positively hot and exciting.

I clench around him, and he falls forward with a curse on his lips. “That’s it,” he rasps. “That’s… fucking it.”

He hunches over to wrap his muscled arms around my waist, and he bites one nipple over my shirt.

My sharp gasp flings into the breeze, and the subsequent sensations fuel me to move faster and harder and more provocatively.

“You like it when I’m rough with you,” he practically goads against my breast, and it’s working.

He bites down harder, and I gasp louder. He sucks my nipple in, along with the fabric of my shirt, teasing me until I’m screaming.

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