Page 94 of Afflicted

She nips at my thumb with a grin. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I spent all night in that fucking bed all on my own, thinking of all the things I wanted to do with you.”

I want to ask her what she did, how many times she made herself come thinking of me, but my foot is still on the brake and the truck is idling. I put my foot on the gas, the truck lurching forward towards the perimeter sensors.

“What are we doing out here?” She asks as we bounce across the field.

“There’s a storm coming and the sensors are out,” I reply, driving the short distance and bringing the truck to a stop. Without a word I jump down from the truck and round it, tearing her door open. The look on her face tells me she’s ready for exactly what's coming.

I pull her down from her seat, spinning her around as I yank down her pants. I rut into her hard, and she squeals, scrambling against the seats of the truck.

“So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” I dig my fingers into her hips as she moans. “Dirty fuckdoll, this cunt is always desperate for me, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she gasps. “Fuck, yeah.”

The sun beats down on us, sweat beading between us as I continue the relentless rhythm of my hips against hers. She’s so wet and tight, and she cries out and moans, clawing into the truck seat.

“Stroke that clit, angel,” I say, and she obeys immediately. “That’s it, just like when you think of me at night.”

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her back arching. I brace a hand against the frame of the truck, slamming into her, so wet she’s dripping down my fucking balls. I want to bite her, I want the violent buzz of her blood flowing down my throat, but I hold back, wanting to be in the moment and feel her come on my dick.

Andfuck, when she does, she’s so tight I tumble right down after her, spilling and spilling inside her until I’m running right out of her. She slumps on the truck seat, sweaty and trembling. I pull out to look at her glistening pussy, swollen and pink, and so fucking beautiful. An aftershock of her orgasm rushes through her, her hips jerking, and a rope of my cum drips out of her.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur, stroking her ass.

“Is this how you fix the sensors?” She grins over her shoulder at me.

“If it is, I hope they go out every single day.”

With a heavy breath she pushes herself up, turning around as she pulls her pants up. “Me too.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I clutch her to me, tasting her perfect mouth. When she pulls back from me, she’s giving me that slow smile again, the sun illuminating those big grey eyes, and she’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

“If I’m ever too much, you tell me,” I say, running my hands up her back.

She frowns. “Too much? You mean, like, during sex?”

“Yeah. I, uh, have some proclivities, and I don’t want to hurt you. Mentally or physically.”

She cocks an eyebrow and drapes her arms over my shoulders. “Proclivities? That sounds ominous.”

“I like… things I probably shouldn’t. Like, the word no.”

Her face betrays the tiniest hint of shock.

“I don’t mean like that,” I say quickly. “I mean, I’d never do anything you didn’t want. But I like the pleading. And the names.”

“I happen to like being called your dirty slut.” She nips at my lips. “Makes me feel special.”

“Mmmm, I noticed.” I curl my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I mean it though. We don't do anything you don’t want to do.”

She nuzzles into me with a happy sigh. “I love how sweet you are to me.”

My lungs contract painfully at her words. I thought she was about to say something else. The leap my heart just took,fuck.

She seems to notice the tension in my body, and gazes up at me. “Are you OK?”

I smile and nod, stroking her hair back behind her ears. “Sure am, angel. I should get this done before the storm hits.” I pull up my trousers, tucking myself away, her eyes still on my face. “Feels almost like tornado weather.”

“Yeah it does.” She watches as I pull the laptop from the truck, flipping it open on the seat. She wraps her arms around herself as she takes a few sidling steps away from the truck, and inhales deeply through her nose. “It smells so good out here.”

“You smell better.”

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