Page 63 of Truck You

She reaches for the zipper on my jacket at the same time I reach for the hem of her nightshirt.

“Way too many clothes,” she moans. Her hands fumble to unzip my jacket, and I chuckle.

“I’ll gladly help you with that.” I push off the bed and instantly miss her heat.

She tracks my every move as I strip myself of my jacket and then my shirt. Her eyes fill with heat when she sees my bare chest. I can’t help but flex my pecs under her intense gaze.

I reach for the button of my jeans and her eyes flick to mine. I see a hint of hesitation, so I pause.

“Is this okay?”

She nods and then strips her nightshirt off and tosses it aside. The groan that escapes me is otherworldly. Her pale, freckled skin reddens under my gaze. Her curves are soft and her breasts are full. This is the first time I’ve really been able to appreciate just how perfect her breasts are. My mouth waters in anticipation of sucking on her pert nipples and tasting her sweet skin.

“Fuck, Red. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth with a seductive gleam in her eyes. She looks like a fucking tease, and it makes me even harder. “Why don’t you show me?”

Tossing my head back, I growl like the savage beast she’s turning me into. I shuck my jeans and boxer briefs before rushing to my bag to grab the box of condoms from my travel bag.

When I return to the bed, she’s got her arms above her head with her body stretched out like an offering. I toss the box of condoms next to her and her eyes flicker to it.

“An entire box?” She quirks a brow.

“You didn’t think you were actually sleeping tonight, did you?” I grab her legs and tug her to the edge of the bed. Her chest rises and her skin flushes a deep crimson that makes my dick even harder. “But first, I need to taste you.”

I rip her panties from her body and drop to my knees by the bed. She spreads her legs and rests her feet on my shoulders without instruction. She knows what I want, and she’s here for it.

When I look up at her, our eyes lock. My lip turns up in a smirk as I lean closer to her. But I don’t put my mouth on her yet. Instead, I run my finger down her slit and push it inside her. She whimpers and her eyes fall closed.

“Eyes on me,” I snap. Her eyes fly open, and she looks surprised by the harshness of my demand. “Close them and I stop.”

She pushes up on her elbows and looks down at me. “Is this better?”

My lips turn up in a smirk as I shove my finger back inside her so hard, she flinches. I pump it in her a few times before I pull it out and bring it to my mouth. I suck her wetness off my finger and let out a deep, guttural groan. “Fuck, you taste just as sweet as you smell.”

I wrap my arms around her thighs and dig my fingers into her skin. Her eyes flare with excitement when I lean in and lick her from her entrance to her clit. Her body shudders when I suck her clit between my lips and flick it with my tongue.

“You like that, baby?” I ask as I do it again.

“Yes,” she says as her head drops back.

I smack her thigh and pull back. She jerks her head up and meets my narrowed gaze.

She glares at me like she’s angry I spanked her. “Why did you do that?”

“Do you want my tongue on you?”

“Yes.”

“Eyes. On. Me.” I growl.

Her breathing increases and her eyes shift from anger to something a little wild and needy. Something very close to how I feel inside.

Just like the first time I fucked her, I feel a storm raging inside me. It twists round and round like a violent wind tunnel waiting to break free. I want to unleash it. I want to let this storm consume us.

Being this close to her—smelling her, tasting her—has the beast inside me roaring for more. He’s demanding that I take everything she’s willing to give without apology.

I suppress those wild urges because this isn’t about speed or complete dominance. I want to own her pleasure and drag every last drop of it out of her in agonizingly slow strokes of my tongue and cock until the only name she remembers is mine.

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