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I roll my head back. Let his hands caress my body. My nipples are so hard I’m surprised they haven’t torn through my bra and my top and then sliced open Carter’s finger.
“Yes,” I say. “I do.”
He takes my face in both his hands. Looks me in the eyes. Then kisses me on the lips. Pushing his tongue past my teeth and invading my mouth with his presence.
I grab onto his hair. Slide my hand under his shirt. Feel the hot, hard flesh of his abs beneath my fingers.
It’s better than I ever could have imagined.
Pretty soon, I’m climbing onto his lap. Desperately pulling my skirt up and pushing my panties aside as I guide his cock inside me.
“Oh, shit,” he groans, “you’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big!” I say, resting my head on his shoulder.
He holds onto my ass and slowly pushes up with his member.
For such a big man, he’s surprisingly gentle.
But once I’m used to his length and his girth, there’s no holding me back.
I slam down on his cock with the full weight of my body. Bouncing on his piece like my life depends on it.
Our mouths are crushed together so hard it feels like my lips are bleeding.
The truck sways from side to side as cars pass us and as our movements test its powerful off-road suspension to the limits.
“Yes!” I moan. “Oh, shit, Carter. Right there. I’m coming!”
He rubs my clit as he starts fucking me faster and faster.
My climax builds inside me and then explodes throughout every cell in my body.
White dots appear in my vision. Sweat runs down my face. Carter’s hot come shoots into my channel, smothering my eggs in his manly seed.
“Oh, fuck.”
He peppers my face with tons of tiny kisses. Running his fingers down my cheek. Looking at me like I’m some kind of angel who’s just flown down from heaven.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say.
“I can,” he smiles.
I slap his shoulder lightly. We’ve only just fucked, but already I want more.
“What now?” I ask, afraid of what he might say.
He’s been so nice to me. Stood up for me against Graham. Told me he’ll take care of my mother while I look for another job. But does he still feel the same way now that we’ve had sex?
Men have a funny habit of changing their minds the minute they come.
“I could do with getting something to eat,” he says.
“No,” I say. “I mean… what now? Between us?”
He kisses me. Long and hard and with plenty of tongue. It’s so good, I almost forget my name.
“Now we go to your mom’s place,” he says. “Tell her, pretty soon, she’s going to have a son-in-law.”
