Page 62 of Alive and Wells

She grabs a handful of the blanket and holds it tight to her gaping mouth, fighting to play by the rules as my hand works over her. Her body writhes against mine, muscles contracting in a symphony as her pussy becomes even wetter under my touch. She’s soaked, and it’s maddening. I wish I could secretly kneel between her legs and get a good taste.

“You’re doing so good, beautiful,” I whisper as I stroke her soft pussy, brushing against her clit to elicit a strangled moan. “Stay quiet and I’ll give you what I know you want.”

I can’t believe she’s all mine.

I plunge two fingers deep inside her again and use her arousal as lube while I lightly stroke her clit, inching her close to orgasm. Her hand joins mine with hectic, fast movements and, together, we make her legs quiver with an impending orgasm.

Mouth pressed to her ear, I whisper, “That’s it. Does this feel good, darlin’? Do you like having to be quiet so nobody catches us here?” I stroke her hair with my free hand and she nods eagerly in response to my questions, biting harder on the blanket.

Except she’s not all mine. She’s married to somebody else.

I choke back the thought and bite my lip hard enough to produce a metallic taste.

“Look at me,” I whisper. “Open those beautiful fucking eyes.” They snap open, the bright blues meeting mine just in time for her to come. Her moan’s muffled, but still surprisingly loud, as her back arches with a lengthy orgasm. All the while, her gaze never leaves mine.

She’s mine. Husband or not.

“That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you, beautiful.” I lick the sweet taste of her from my fingers and then replace the blanket covering her mouth with my lips, kissing tenderly while she comes down. “Give me a second. I have a condom in the truck.”

Awkwardly trying to hide my erection, I shuffle out of the truck bed and walk to the driver’s side door. I severely underestimated how close all the other vehicles are to us.To our right are two teenagers, who are so deep down each other’s throats it wouldn’t surprise me if they’re about to do the same thing as us. But to our left is an older couple, who look like they’re only here because their therapist ordered them to have a date night. They’ll definitely be quick to shut us down if they notice.I slip the condom into my closed fist and stroll back to the tailgate, nodding politely at the woman and praying she doesn’t look further south than my face.

I slip in next to Cecily and tug my jeans down around my knees. She rolls to face away from me, her own pants already gone, and wiggles her plump ass at me. Even in the dark, every jiggle and ripple of her body makes my already erect cock even harder. My balls tense as I run my hands down her waist.

Fuck, I’m in love with her.

“You still want it, darlin’?”

“You have no idea,” she whispers back. “Get it in. Fill me.”

My cock forces its way out from my boxers with the lightest tug and I fist it. The tip drags down her ass as I fumble with the condom wrapper in the dimly lit truck bed. My heart’s pounding at the crinkle of the plastic, certain the old biddy the next vehicle over is already on to us. Sensing my nerves, Cecily’s hand reaches out and grabs the condom, then rolls it down my length with a shuddering breath.

I press the head against her soaking wet pussy, and she gasps when the tip slips inside. She looks over her shoulder at me and mouths,please—unravelling me with a single word. She has me ready to do absolutely anything.

Inch by inch, I fill her, careful not to rock the bed of the truck too much as I slide almost all the way out and slam back in. Forcing the sweetest whimpers from my girl. My cock’s filling her to the hilt repeatedly as her nails dig into my forearms, leaving behind deep, purple crescent moons in my flesh. She’s doing everything she can to keep from screaming. Normally, the sounds she makes are almost enough to make me come, but there’s something sexy about watching her fight it. I can’t even be certain if the movie is still playing because all I hear is how wet she is around my cock. Her muffled moans.

“What a very good fucking girl you are,” I whisper into her ear. “Being so quiet even though I know you want to scream my name for everyone to hear.”

Gripping her thigh, I spread her legs so I can reach between and feel my soaking-wet cock gliding in and out of her. She arches her back, forcing my dick to hit her at a different angle and sending a firework of pleasure up my spine.

“Fuck.” I fight not to come from the simple movement. My fingers settle into a steady rhythm on her clit while my other hand holds her belly, not letting her squirm away from my touch.

“God, you fill me so fucking perfectly. So fucking deep.” She groans, clutching the blanket to her mouth again.

“Shhh,” I breathe against her ear. “Quiet, darlin’. I want to hear how wet you are for me. It’s intoxicating.”

I drag my cock in and out until the edges of my vision blur. I don’t even care anymore that the truck bed isdefinitelyrocking side-to-side. Hell, there’s even a fucking squeak somewhere, which I’ll need to hit with some WD-40 before we do this again.

My hips roll when I push back in, ensuring she feels every damn inch. “Come for me. Come on my cock. Make a fucking mess of me. Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine and I’m yours,” she whispers back. “Yours.”

Damn right.

My nose drags up the back of her neck, breathing in the sweet shampoo scent. She closes her eyes, preparing to be hurtled over the edge as I grip her trembling thighs and thrust. A rattling moan escapes, her orgasm squeezing my cock until my own release blows out of me. I can’t get enough. She iseverything. I could stay here, with her, for the rest of my life. I wrap Cecily in my arms and remain buried deep inside her until the final credits are rolling. All the while placing kisses across her shoulders and combing my fingers through her silky hair.

If I can’t tell her I love her tonight, I can damn well show her I do.

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