Page 44 of Truck You

It’s her smart mouth and her red hair and the smattering of freckles across her nose. And her damn pouty lips. They’ve taunted me. Day and night.

All I’ve wanted since the night I met her is to taste her and feel her body next to mine again. I’ve both craved to have her close to me and desperately wanted her to go the fuck away.

My need to kiss her, taste her, and feel her, won.

I shove my hands into her long fiery locks and tilt her head to the side so I can devour her mouth with mine. She doesn’t resist as I thrust my tongue between her lips and swipe it against hers. She tastes like something sweet with a hint of spice.

Her hands slip around my neck, and her fingers glide into my hair. When her nails scrape against my scalp, I groan.

I slide my hands under her ass, lift her up, and press my throbbing cock between her legs. The whimper that escapes her drives me wild.

I need more.

Pulling my mouth off hers, I roughly kiss down her neck and between her breasts—her gloriously plump and pert breasts. I shove her jacket to the side and bite down on one of her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress she’s wearing.

Of all the nights for her to wear a dress, it had to be tonight, when my control snaps. Nothing short of her telling me no is going to stop me from taking her right here, right now.

“Fuck, Red.” I grumble against the soft skin of her neck. “I want you. Please, tell me yes.”

I feel her head nod, but she doesn’t speak. “I need words.”

“Yes,” she whispers as she pulls my mouth back to hers. She kisses me hard, our tongues warring for dominance. “Please fuck me.”

The storm building inside me converges with my desire, and my chest roars with a triumphant cry. “When you say it like that, how can I refuse you?”

She wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes them tight like she’s trying to snap me in two. My cock aches to be inside her and my hands itch to touch every inch of her.

I press my body against hers, using the wall behind us to hold her up. Then I pull her dress down to reveal a pale pink lace bra covering her breasts. At least I think it’s pink. It’s hard to tell in the shadows of darkness. But it’s not too dark to hide her rose-colored nipples through the thin fabric.

I suck a nipple into my mouth through the fabric, and she writhes. Her hot center presses into my cock, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. I can’t wait another minute to be inside her.

Releasing her, I place her feet on the ground and step back. My eyes roam down her body, enjoying the way her chest heaves and her legs tremble. Her hair is disheveled, and her dress is hanging off her shoulders. If there were more light, I’d bet money that her pale skin is flushed a pretty pink just for me.

She’s wearing sexy, knee-high boots that spur all sorts of erotic images of her spread out before me in nothing else but them.

I drop in front of her and slip my hands under her dress. She gasps as I wrap my fingers around her panties and slide them down her legs. Once they’re off, I stand and rub them between my fingers. They’re wet with her arousal, and I can’t stop myself from smelling them.

“So fucking sweet.” I let out a low groan before I stuff them in the front pocket of my jeans. “These are mine now.”

She doesn’t speak. She just stares at me through lidded eyes.

I retrieve a condom from my wallet before I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, giving it a rough squeeze. Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I’m not a small man, and I’m going to enjoy spreading her open with my cock.

“Tell me something, Red.” I say as I roll the condom down my iron-hard shaft. “Are you a screamer?”

She blinks several times, like she’s trying to understand what I asked. When realization dawns, she whispers, “No.”

A smirk lifts my lip as I stalk toward her. “Well, you’re about to be.”

“Mac, we’re in public. Someone might hear us.”

I lift her up, and she immediately wraps her legs around my waist. My cock finds her entrance like he knows exactly where he wants to be. Grabbing her hands, I hold them above her head, effectively pinning her body against the wall.

“You should have thought about that before you let Tanner Koch put his hands on you.”

I slam inside her in one quick thrust, completely filling her up. Just like I wanted, she lets out a high-pitched cry.

My own thunderous growl joins hers. We’re so loud, in fact, that anyone within earshot can hear us.

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