Page 91 of Truck You

“You know damn well what’s the matter. Now drive.”

His gravelly chuckle causes my core to clench. “Fuck, baby. You’re sexy when you’re pissed at me.”

“I’ll show you pissed if you don’t start driving rightthe fucknow.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His grin fills up the entire cab of his truck. I can tell he wants to tease me more, but thankfully, he starts the truck up and pulls out of the parking space.

It doesn’t take us long to get out of the city. Chillicothe isn’t that big. It’s about a thirty-five to forty-minute drive north of Beaver, and the closest city that provides options for a good night out.

As soon as he pulls his truck off the main road and onto a nondescript dirt road, I shed my coat, unzip my boots, and slide them off. Then I strip my leggings and panties off and toss them in the seat beside me.

“Fuck, Red. You’re not messing around.” Mac’s voice is thick with need.

He presses his foot on the gas and spins his tires in the dirt as we disappear into a treeline. As soon as we’re under cover, he slams the truck in park and scoots his seat all the way back.

My hands are on him, and I have his pants undone and pushed halfway down his legs before he takes his next breath. My mouth waters as I take in his hard, thick cock. There’s a part of me that wants to return the favor and tease him just like he teased me, but I have to have him inside me, or I feel like I’ll die. Dramatic, yes. But that’s how I feel.

I fist his cock with my hand as I sling my leg over his lap and straddle him. His hands slide up my thighs, lifting my dress up and over my head. The cool night air hits my bare skin and I shiver. But then he unhooks my bra and sucks my already hard nipple into his mouth, and I completely forget about being cold.

White hot desire licks every inch of my skin where he touches me. His firm hands brace my back as I lift myself up, align his cock with my center, and slowly slide down on his erection. The moan that escapes me as he spreads me open is otherworldly.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans out his pleasure. “Condom.”

“I … I want to feel you.” I can barely breathe as I slowly move up and down his length, taking him deeper inside me with each movement. He fills me so completely. My vision blurs and my hands shake as I wrap them around his neck. “I’m on the pill.”

“Baby,” he whispers as he drops his forehead to mine. His arms tighten around me, and his fingers dig into my skin. “Are you sure? I’ve never done it without one before.”

I nod. “Please. I need to feel all of you. Justyou.”

He answers me by lifting me up and slamming me back down on him. The feeling is so intense. My head falls back and the tremor that runs through me makes me feel like I’ve lost all control. My arms fall limp, and if it weren’t for his arms around me, I’d fall back on the steering wheel.

Taking control, he slowly thrusts up. His cock hits that spot deep inside me and that’s all it takes to send me tumbling over the edge.

“Mac!” The cry that escapes me is almost as jarring as how quickly my release washes over me. I’ve never come this fast.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.”

He doesn’t relent. He thrusts hard and fast and keeps pushing my body higher. My orgasm keeps coming, or maybe it spirals into a second. I can’t tell.

I’ve ever felt this good, this high, this satisfied before in my life.

When his lips wrap around one of my nipples, I swear my body explodes into a million tiny pieces of pure pleasure. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, for an orgasm to last this long, or for another person to make me feel this deeply.

But Mac makes me feel more. More alive. More loved. More needed. More desired. Just more.

He makes me feel everything.

He thrusts faster into me as his orgasm builds. He sucks harder on my nipple and his fingers dig deeper into my hips. Just when I don’t think I can take another moment, he grunts out his release.

His body stills as he holds me down on him—his grip tight and possessive. I have no idea how long we sit like that. Me gasping on top of him. Him buried deep inside me with his head resting between my breasts. It could have been seconds or hours.

“Fuck, baby.” Mac breathes deeply against my bare chest. “Remind me to tease you more often, if that’s what I get in return.”

Chapter23

Throwing a wrench at it doesn’t make things better.

Mac

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