Page 89 of The Trust We Broke
Again.
And again.
Grudge lets go of me and moves his hands to grip my hips. “Best fucking cunt in the world. So needy for cock. So wet. So tight.”
“Only for you,” I say.
Maybe I was part of the problem, in the past. Maybe I was never all in with the men I met because I knew from the get-go that it wasn’t going to fulfil me like this does.
Maybe they picked up on the vibes that they weren’t at the top of my list.
Grudge pushes me back until I hit the headrest of the driver’s seat, and slides his hands beneath all my layers, pushing them upwards until they can’t bunch up anymore.
But his hands slip beneath them to cup my bra.
“It never gets old,” Grudge says.
“What doesn’t?”
“How you feel beneath my hands. How it feels to be buried deep in your cunt, watch those fat lips of yours drag along me as I withdraw. This…” He runs his palm from my sternum to my mound. “The way my hands span your tight fucking waist.” He looks up at me, his gaze ruined with intensity. “You. Me. Us.”
He lifts my hips off him ever so slightly, and without losing my gaze, he begins to thrust upwards to fuck me so slowly, I could weep from the agony of it.
“If we do this,” he says, before pausing to suck in breath. “We’re all in forever, Luce.”
I nod; the words stuck in my throat. But tears sting my eyes.
“Promise me,” Grudge says. His voice cracks on the words.
“I promise,” I manage to say, just as a tear spills over my lashes.
His hips move a little faster, thrusting a little harder. I try to sit up, but he holds me in place.
“Stay there,” he says. “I want to see you when you come. No hiding your face away from me.”
I nod, and he lets go of any pretense at being civilized. He presses back into the seat, plants his feet on the floor, and pivots his hips so fast, it’s a blur.
He hammers into me, over and over.
“Please, Daddy,” I say when it gets to be too much. When the sensations on my clit are becoming too much.
“Eyes!” Grudge shouts, and I open them wide as I come hard. My thighs shake and my body spasms, but Grudge doesn’t slow. He keeps his thrusts hard. Hitting me where I needed so my orgasm comes in wave after wave of pleasure that’s impossible to put into words.
I scream his name, and it ricochets around us.
“Fuck, Luce,” he cries as he thrusts his hips up, his cock buried deep inside, and holds it there, a look of raw, agonizing ecstasy on his face.
I feel his cock pulse inside me. Periodically, he retracts his hips just an inch before thrusting deep as he rides out his own orgasm.
Then, just as I collapse onto his chest and he pants like he just ran a marathon, we hear other vehicles pull up onto the trail.
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Wheels on gravel is the very last sound I want to hear while Lucy is back in my arms…hopefully, for good…after fucking in the back of my truck, like we’re kids out necking all over again.
“They’ll pay us no attention,” I reassure Lucy as she tries to wriggle off me and crane her neck so she can see who it is.
