Page 62 of Stealth Mission

Little moans, pants,mmmmsounds.

I can’t wait to make her scream.

“Gonna be so tight on me, baby. Fuck. I’m so engorged.” I press my nose against her ear. “You ready for me?”

Fast nodding is my answer.

Hell yeah. First, though…

I dip my head to the bud of her peaked nipple with my teeth. A keening sound comes from her throat as she arches her back.

When her hands slide under my shirt, I growl and advance. Unable to hold myself back any longer.

Pressing my throbbing cock against her heat locks my lungs. I draw in a sharp breath.

So hot. We’re on fucking fire for each other.

Driving forward, I push in along the side her panties, past the tight heat of her entrance.

I scoop her hands above her head, threading my fingers in hers, stretching her below me.

Our hands are hot against each other.

Gazes locked, I thrust further in. Until I’m as deep as I can go. Wrapped in the vise of her heat.

“Oh, goddamn. That’s good,” I groan.

She nods, her silky hair moving against her cheek, her eyes dark jewels filled with need.

So many emotions skate over her pretty face.

Including surprise when a sudden contraction wracks her body.

“That’s it, baby, look at you, taking all of me. Perfect.”

I slide back, drive forward again. Desperate to hear her sultry cries.

Over and over. Controlled. Each time deeper. Harder. Loving how she’s unraveling below me.

Pulse pounding at her throat. Heat flushing her cheeks. Damp lips parted. Little sounds of her pleasure come with every breath.

My demand is rough and low, my voice straining with thrusts. “Come with me, Marianna.”

“Ah…ah!” A surprised sound, followed by a long pleasure groan.

Then the scream I was so desperate to hear.

Heat scorches through me. I capture the high pitched keen down my throat as I take her with my tongue, matching the pace of my cock.

I’m not going to last…

Feels too good.

A pulse of lightning hits me. Rolls through me, blackening my vision. Locking my muscles, making me tear my mouth off of hers as I shout.

The sound of my guttural yell fills the cab of the truck.

God.

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