Page 64 of Truck You

I force myself to go slowly as I lick her again. I rotate between plunging my tongue inside her to sucking her clit between my lips. Her tight little nub pulses in my mouth and I know she’s close every time my tongue flicks it.

“Mac,” she whispers as she struggles to keep her eyes open.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want to come.”

“Do you want to come on my tongue or my cock?”

“Both.”

“Grab a condom,” I demand.

Then I smile when she does what I say and rips open the box. I suck on her again. This time I don’t calm the storm inside me. I let it loose and lap at her like a squall thrashing in the night.

She fumbles with the roll of condoms and falls back on the bed as her orgasm slams into her like a tidal wave.

It’s so beautiful to watch her come. I can’t even bring myself to reprimand her for breaking eye contact. All I can do is watch and marvel at her beauty.

I stand, grab the condoms from her, and stroke my aching cock. Her eyes fly open and meet mine. She’s breathing hard. Her eyes are heavy and her lips are slightly parted. It makes me want to stick my tongue in her mouth and devour her.

Once the condom is secure, I climb over her and loop my arms under her shoulders. Dragging her up the bed, I rest her head on the pillow, and then part her legs with mine.

“Think you can handle me?”

Her brows furrow, and she spreads her hands over my chest. “I’ve had you before.”

“I’m not talking about my dick inside you,” I say as I slowly nudge my tip past her entrance. Her breath hitches and I swear my dick gets harder. “I’m talking aboutme. The man. I’m jealous and possessive. I don’t trust easily, especially women, and I’ll push you away more than I let you close.”

“Oh, that.” She smiles. She fucking smiles up at me like she just won a prize, which I know is bullshit. I am no prize to be happy about. She presses her lips to mine and wiggles her hips, taking a little more of me inside her. “I know who you are, Mac. And I’m still here. I can handle you.”

I push the rest of the way inside her and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Mac.” She runs her hands around my neck and threads her fingers into my hair. When her nails dig into my scalp, I thrust harder inside her.

Her lithe body moves with mine in fast, rhythmic thrusts. Even with my release building quicker than I want, I can’t bring myself to slow down. Thank fuck she’s close too. Between her soft moans and her body tightening around me, I’m about to go off like a rocket.

“Come, baby.” My chest rumbles from the command. “Right. The Fuck. Now.”

“Oh God. Mac!” she cries as her orgasm washes over her. She squeezes around me like a vise, and I come tumbling after her.

But I don’t stop. My thrusts increase and become more erratic. She feels too good to stop now. I want to drag this out as long as possible. Because this feels so good. So right. Almost too right, and that scares me. Because for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m with the one woman I’m meant to be with.

My movements slow and I collapse on top of her. She wraps her arms and legs tight around me like she’s afraid I’m going to bolt like I did last time. Truth be told, the thought has crossed my mind.

“Mac,” she whispers. I lift my head and meet her gaze. She brushes her hand through my hair, and I lean into the touch. Then she presses her hand to my chest, right over my heart, and it beats faster. “You’ve got a good heart. I see it clearly through all your possessive and jealous tendencies. You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

Her words send an unfamiliar wave of emotion through me. I want to both hold her closer and run at the same time.

Instead, I kiss her. Because when I kiss her, all my worries fade into the background.

Chapter16

Up a river with a paddle and no way to turn around.

Sophia

I’ve always considered myself adventurous, but this might be more than I bargained for. And not for the excitement of rafting down a river, but because of the men surrounding me.

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