Page 100 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

The truck comes to a halt a few moments later and he shuts the engine off, glancing down at me as I lick and suck like I’m starving.

“That’s so good, baby. Right there, that’s it.” He moves his hips up and down as he hits the back of my throat and I feel like I’m going to combust. I’m so wet.

Before I get another suck in, he shifts and pulls me up, his dick popping out of my mouth. I squeal when he pulls me on top of him. He adjusts his chair back to give us more room. “I need to be inside you,” he pleads.

I’ve never seen him this wild or this desperate. I realize he’s stopped by the Hundred Acre Woods, close to where we went that day Autumn was taking photos.

It’s hidden and nobody comes down here.

And we’re going to have sex in his truck. My insides almost combust at the idea that we’re doing this and in broad daylight.

I’m still halfway on my seat, but mostly in his lap when he pulls me all the way over and I straddle him.

I quickly undo my buckles, letting the denim fall open as I yank my t-shirt and tube off in one movement. Our lips find each other in wild abandon and he kisses me like a starved savage while I buck against his length for friction.

He cups my tits and I groan. I love that he’s like this: dick out, eyes wild, his tongue doing things to me that I want to feel all over. This man is my drug; he’s that addictive.

“You think sucking me off while I drive is a good girl thing to do?” He pants while his fingers pluck at my nipples.

“I’m a bad girl, GP. You better punish me good this time.”

“I’m fucking going to. This sorry little ass is mine.” He squeezes it and I cry out.

My fingers deftly find his shirt and when I get sick of trying to undo the buttons, I pull it apart, the buttons scattering everywhere.

“I liked that shirt.”

“I’ll sew them back on.”

He snorts. “You sew? I’d like to see that.”

I push his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugs it off his arms. I greedily take in his body as he keeps fondling me. I move my mouth to his neck and suck at his pulse point, my hand finding his cock. I stroke it and he moans, his hand gripping the back of my neck possessively.

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” he mutters.

“Me either.”

“You put a spell on me, Georgia. I don’t know what to do about that.”

“How about you put this big dick inside me and we can find out together.”

He chuckles, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “I’ll lift you so you can drag those overalls off.” He does just that and somehow I manage to shimmy my way out of them and my panties. I’m naked on top of him, in his truck, with nobody but the trees and cotton for company.

He lifts me again and I hold his cock as I sink down. We both hiss and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“So big,” I whisper.

“You like my big cock inside your tight little pussy?”

“I love it.”

He grips my hips and lifts me so only the tip is inside, then he slams me back down as I let out a wild gasp. “Did you touch yourself since I’ve been gone?”

I nod, unashamed. “I was so close to texting you.”

“What for, Georgia? What did you want from me?”

I know he wants me to talk dirty; it turns him on when I do that.

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