Page 85 of Truck Stop Titan

“I need to fuck.” With a grunt, he gripped my ass and yanked me closer, slamming my knees into the cushions, grinding me against his erection, stealing my air. “And I need to forget.” He forced a hand between us, moved my panties aside, and worked his voodoo. “Can you give me that, gorgeous? Give me a place to get lost?”

Warm lips brushed mine, his rum-laden breath heightening my arousal. Beneath me, the man was coiled tight, a spring ready to snap, vibrating and humming with an undercurrent of violence.

Strange, my strong sense of security. Curious, my desire to ease his burdens.

In my blissful, sleepy state, I rode his hand, my pleasure spiraling, and rasped, “Trailer.”

He stiffened, a low rumble rising up his throat, then bit my lip, and plunged those thick fingers deeper between my legs. “Trailer is fucking dead. It’s Dane.”

The poison in his tone triggered warning bells, breaking the spell. Hands to his chest, I tried to push away. “Are you okay?”

Rough, and unrestrained, he pulled me tighter against his unforgiving muscles, and circled my clit with his thumb. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” Oh. Shit. Shit. “Yes.”

“Then shut those gorgeous lips and let me fuck you.”

My stomach lurched, but Dane gave me no time to react, fisting my hair, and forcing our mouths together.

Though my mind protested, my body gave way to his lips, his hands, his raw, violent need. Every sweep of his tongue, or stroke of his finger, made me hungry, desperate for more, for any pain he could share. Whatever filthy, vile, dirty purge he needed to use me for, I was all in. I was game. His puppet on a string. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew regret was inevitable, but in the moment of heat and desperation, I let go of reason and gave myself to the monster beneath me.

Dane was everything and everywhere. Breath, sound. Touch, taste, smell. Darkness, pain, and exquisite pleasure, and I was nothing but a woman wanted, a greedy soul wanting more, more, more.

I came on his hand, whimpering, “Yes, yes, yes,” into his neck, and before crashing from the high, we were moving, and then he tossed me on the bed, and his jeans hit the floor. The mattress bounced, and Dane crawled over me, his beard tickling everywhere his lips touched, my skin tightening and tingling.

When I gripped the hard, hot length of him and dragged my nails up his shaft, he moaned profanities, his hips jutting, filling me with a sense of power.

A victory short-lived.

Dane rolled me to my stomach, peeled my panties over my butt, my thighs, then yanked hard, ridding me of the cotton barrier. Tense and heavy, he lay over me. Tucking his arms under my chest, locking me in place, he shoved his face into my hair, his cock between my legs, and filled me, stretched me, claimed me in one brutal thrust.

Unable to move, or draw a full breath, I lay helpless, accepting his weight, his strength, the unforgiving bites on my shoulders and neck, the vulgar words he rasped in my ear, while he rendered me boneless with each merciless stroke. Relentless and brutal, he pounded into me, and when I couldn’t take anymore, I begged, “Dane. Dane, wait, I can’t…”

His weight left my body. Breathless, I pushed to hands and knees.

“On your back.” He gave me room to move, though his tone left no room for argument.

The moment I rolled over, he caged me again, pinning my arms above my head, and sliding into me, forcing a moan, the fullness of him beyond perfect.

“That’s right,” he grunted, rolling his hips and building a rhythm. “Fuckin’ take me, baby.” His teeth sank into my neck. Then my breast. His tongue soothing every pinch.

He continued that way, biting, licking, kissing, marking every inch of skin he could claim. I wanted his mouth, ached to feel his heat under my fingers, but he wouldn’t let me move, chasing his pleasure, greedy and merciless, never pausing, only pounding, growling, fucking me into the mattress, into oblivion.

I cried his name into the dark, a praise, a plea, and finally, he released my arms, grabbed my hips, and tilted me to accept him deeper. My body arched in pleasure, and I fisted his hair to ground myself.

Grunts, moans, and the slap of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, none of those sounds as erotic as the filthy declarations whispered in my ear.Yourpussyisheaven.Sosweet.Sofuckingwet.Gonnaruinyou.Thesetitsareperfect…

On and on he continued, working me, mind and body, into a frenzy. My spirit soared. As pleasure reached its peak, Dane sat back on his heels, lifting me with him, snaking his arms around my waist and helping me ride his cock, chase the high, claim my release.

Voice thick and strained, he rasped, “You’re mine. My fucking salvation.”

Those words hurled me over the edge. My thighs burned from exertion, but Dane pumped into me from beneath, and I was done, mindless and boneless, and as he grunted profanities through his own orgasm, I came, too, my pleasure, my emotion spilling over. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Yes. Yes. Dane. I love you.”

My bad boy stilled.

The world came to an abrupt halt, everything suspended and floaty.

How desperately I wished I could take those words back, chew them up and choke them down.

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