Page 56 of Truck Stop Tempest

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” I dropped to one knee, more than ready to continue my exploration. She trembled when I kissed her stomach. Wiggled against me when I traveled lower.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her pussy was untrimmed, her blonde hairs so damn light and pretty. My fingers curled into her hips when her scent reached me—that fucking raw, wild scent of arousal. I yanked her closer, burying my nose and inhaling deep, craving more. She was a drug. A goddamn mind-altering, addictive drug, and I needed more than to smell her. I needed to taste. Gorge myself.

I dropped lower to the floor and held her tight while I raked my tongue up her crease.

“Oh. Oh. My. No…Shit.” Tuuli’s legs buckled, and I held her tighter.

“Hold on to me, baby.”

Her fingers curled into my hair, fisting tight. So compliant. I dove in again, working my tongue up and down her folds, teasing her clit. The innocent little angel rolled her hips, writhing and needy. She was wild. So damn wild and responsive. I needed more. I needed her open for me. I slid a hand down her thigh, gripped behind her knee, and urged her to hook her leg over my shoulder.

Sweet hell, she was wet, so damn soft and sweet. Mine. All mine, body and soul. No inhibitions. I offered my mouth, she fucked my face. I squeezed her ass, she pulled my hair. I slid a finger inside her tight opening, she cried my name. And when I knew she was on the verge of losing control, when I couldn’t wait another moment to be inside her, I sucked her clit between my teeth and made her come, and that goddamn, innocent little bunny released her beast, holding my head between her legs, trembling and shaking and riding out her orgasm, grinding hard against my mouth. When she came down from the high, her leg collapsing, I caught her spent body over my shoulder and dropped her on the bed.

Her tits bounced. Her hair splayed across my black duvet. Heavy-lidded, she smiled up at me. Then she spread her legs, inviting me in.

Fuck. I’d been scared of hurting her? We were zero for three by my count. My mouth would be bruised, I was sure I’d have two bald spots where she’d ripped at my hair, and what the fuck was she doing to that traitorous organ in my chest?

I grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer and fumbled to put it on. Tuuli watched, lips parted, eyes hungry. When I crawled over her, she sighed like she’d waited her whole life for our bodies to come together. I kissed her once, pressing my cock against the soft flesh between her legs. I wanted to take it slow. Ease into her. Draw out the pleasure. But when she curled her fingers around my neck, her blue eyes meeting mine, and begged, “I need to feel you inside me,” I sunk deep, pushing inside until she took all of me.

Her gasp and her sweet pleas had me moving when I wanted to stay pressed against her, absorbing her heat and the tight fit where our bodies were one. I moved inside my precious angel, giving her everything I had—my lips, my voice, my eyes, my strength.

I loved how my body covered hers. I loved the contrast between her ivory glow and my dark features. I loved her whimpers, her breaths on my neck, the scrape of her nails on my skin, and the way her hips met mine with equal urgency. I loved how she looked at me like I was her fucking world. I loved that I didn’t have to ask for her eyes. I had them. She gave them freely, holding my gaze like she was afraid I’d disappear if she looked away.

And I fucking loved how after I came inside her, after I grunted my pleasure into her neck, after we clung to each other, sweaty, and breathless, I didn’t want her to leave.

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