Page 126 of Truck Stop Tempest

Strong fingers bruised my thighs. My lids slammed shut. I couldn’t watch, the scene too much. His strong body, wide shoulders, wild hair, strong jaw working to please me.

He squeezed my inner thigh, urging me to open for him. I lifted my leg over his shoulder. He moaned in appreciation, diving deeper, his tongue moving lower, then inside me, a slow, heavenly penetration.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” escaped my lips, driven by shameless abandon.

My loss of control snapped his last string of restraint, and he ducked his free shoulder, forcing my other leg up and over, and then he was standing, holding my hips, working his tongue inside me. My shoulders hit the cold tile, bracing me, and I was helpless to do anything but ride him, writhe against his face, absorb his sweet assault.

I ached. I burned. Nerve endings hypersensitive. Every muscle in my body coiled tight, to the breaking point, then released in one painful, soul-shattering, colorful explosion.

My cries ricocheted off the tiled walls. I dug into his scalp. My thighs tightened around his head. Tito absorbed my thrusts, licking and kissing through every electric pulse, riding the wave until it crashed to shore, a slow, shallow, ebb and flow.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he rasped, sliding me down his body, stopping at his waist. “Curl those sexy legs around me.”

I was a hot mess of skin and liquid bones. “I need a second to recover,” I begged, although my legs obeyed his command, coiling around his small waist, bringing my core flush against his erection.

“Fuck, Bunny.” He reached between us and positioned himself at my opening. I shifted my hips, eager for the stretch, hungry for his heat, greedy for the friction.

Hopelessly addicted to the connection.

Skin against skin. Breath to breath. Heartbeat for heartbeat.

He rolled his hips, entering me slow and steady, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Don’t go slow,” I begged.

“I want to cherish you.”

“Fuck me now, cherish me later.” I nipped his ear. “We have all night.”

He pulled away, bracing me with one arm under my hips, cupping my jaw with the other. “We have the rest of our lives, you mean.” A statement, rough and possessive, but I caught the flash of worry on his face.

Dear God, his vulnerability was a beautiful thing.

“Tell me that’s true, Tito. Tell me we’re forever.”

“You want forever, baby?” He slammed inside me, then stilled. “I’ll give you forever. I’ll give you fuckin’ eternity.”

I curled my arms around his neck and rocked my hips, begging him to finish what he started.

The talking ended. Worry evaporated. His beast came out to play.

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