Page 16 of Truck Stop Titan

“No. God no. It doesn’t matter.”

With that, the man smiled, ducked his head, and attacked me with violent urgency. Lips, teeth, tongue. My hips curled, thrusting against his mouth, riding the storm of pleasure.

I’d never felt dirtier or more used. More wanton, more passionate. More…free.

And when I came, thighs clamped around his head, fingers tangled in his hair, I let go and whimpered all kids of dirty, lusty words.

Boneless, I melted into the mattress, sweaty and spent, and riding a high I’d never thought possible. Grumpy kissed my thigh, pushed to stand, then dug into his pocket.

With a “fuck yeah,” he tossed three condoms onto my stomach, then turned off the light.

When he fell next to me, he was naked, and he settled me against his side, hands wandering to all my sensitive parts.

For hours he followed through on his threat, wrecking me with his body, his words, his foul mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Sweet, tight cunt. Gonna fucking ruin you for anybody else. That’s it, gorgeous, come for me. My cock, take my cock. Yeah, like that.”

And before he came inside me for the last time, me face down on the bed, his chest heavy on my back, his cock thrusting between my closed legs, he coiled his arms around me and breathed into my ear. “Fuck, sweetheart. Could fuck you like this every day.”

His whole body shuddered with his release, and when he thrust his tongue in my ear, I came again, too. He rolled us to our sides but never let me go, our bodies tangled until his phone rang hours later, waking me from a deep sleep.

My mystery man rolled out of bed, pulled the comforter over my naked body, then answered the call. “Yeah.” Heavy breaths. “Shit. Yeah. I’ll be there.”

He stomped to the bathroom. Ran the water. Returned. The mattress sank, and rough lips landed on my cheek. “I have to go. Lock the door behind me.”

I nodded, stretched, then watched his shadowed form dress. My head spun, liquor taking its revenge, but I felt compelled to say, “I’ve never done this before.”

“No?” He tugged his jeans up those thick thighs.

“No. But I’m glad it was you.” I’d met my yearly quota for orgasms in a few short hours.

He huffed, then scooped his shirt off the floor. “Hope you’re not gonna ask for my number.”

I should’ve been hurt by his brush-off, but I knew better. Besides, my life was about to change forever. I had no time to pursue a relationship, sexual or otherwise. “I was just thinking how lucky I am, that’s all.”

“’cause of my monster cock, or my mad tongue skills?”

I laughed, despite the lack of humor in his tone.

“Both. Definitely both. And seriously, have you looked at you? Every girl’s fantasy come to life.”

He dropped his ass on the mattress and worked on his boots, our thighs and shoulders bumping, my skin coming alive all over again. “I’m no fantasy, gorgeous. Nightmare would be more accurate.”

His words were meant to be a warning, or maybe a shield.

“Definitely fantasy.”

He tied his laces, then rested his elbows on his knees. Head cocked my direction, voice thick with gravel, he said, “Trailer. My friends call me Trailer.”

“Trailer,” I whispered. My new favorite word.

He leaned closer, then kissed me hard and fast before pushing off the bed. He was halfway gone before he turned and said, “Moriah, promise me something.”

“Yeah?”

“Let me be your last one-nighter, okay? There are a lot of dangerous fuckers out there.”

Dane

I WAS DANGEROUS ENOUGHon a regular day, but add zero hours of shut-eye, a hangover, and a raw dick to the mix? Better steer clear by at least three states.

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