Page 10 of Possessive Trucker

I’m no kisser, or so I thought. But something in Sophie makes me want to kiss her harder, deeper than I ever thought possible.

I want to eat her up, literally.

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you’ll be mine.”

Her whimpers punch the space between her trying to catch her breath, both of us panting like beasts in each other’s arms.

“I want it… I want you, Thorn… I’m yours,” she tells me, her chest heaving against mine, and I feel the veil of all of our doubts finally pierced.

“I thought I was dreaming… I thought…” I stammer. But it’s useless trying to say it with words.

Sophie’s shy, I get that. But right now, her need for me, our need for each other is bigger than any inhibition.

I realize something too. At my age, not being with a girl for what must be her whole lifetime, I’m just as nervous but excited as she is.

I tug at her denims, my huge fingers feeling like tree trunks as I try and loosen her buttons.

Her nimble fingers trace the outline of my own arousal, hard and insistent for her. Her purring smile slowing me down, telling me we have time.

“I want you, Sophie,” I tell her, freeing her buttons and groaning as she lifts her hips in reply, letting me slip her denims off and her shoes with them.

Gnawing her lip before her eyes roll back for a moment as I shift her legs apart, she seems to resolve something in her own mind and within another moment, her blouse is off.

One of my hands pulls her closer to me while the other struggles to take in as much of her as I can, passing it over her whole body while her feet find their way over my shoulders.

It’s a finger trembling with excitement that pulls her sodden panties to one side, making us both gasp.

For me, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen and for her, it’s the touch I know she’s been craving for so long.

With both hands running up the inside of her thick, creamy thighs, I marvel at the smoothness of her skin and welcome both her hands on my head as she pulls me down towards her glistening mound.

“You’re just perfect,” I hear myself telling her.

Her hands scrunching my hair, her moan of ecstasy as I press my whole mouth over her, taking in her sweetness is enough to make me question if this is even possible.

My dick’s twitching in my own jeans and I moan low and hard, focusing on Sophie, not my own needs for now. If I don’t concentrate on pleasing her, I’ll explode myself.

Teasing her stiffened clit from its shining hood with my tongue, I hold her sweet pussy lips open wide and set to work delivering her what I hope is as much pleasure for her as it is for me.

In moments, her tightened grip, thrusting hips and growls of delight tell me I’m doing just fine.

One touch, one taste of her and I know I can never let her go, that this is how I want to pleasure her every day from now on.

I only want this.

I only want her.

Slow and gentle, and sometimes firm and fast. Sophie tells me with her body what she wants and how she likes it.

To my complete satisfaction, she likes all of it. Everything. After a while, and I’m surprised I haven’t come in my pasts already, I feel her breath quicken. Her body starts to stiffen.

Her moaning gasps suggest she’s trying to hold on, trying to enjoy this for a little while longer, but I growl right into her twitching hole.

The low, deep rumble vibrating through her signals her it’s time, that I want what’s mine as well as hers.

She calls my name then swears and grips my head harder than ever, I feel her whole body start to shiver as she starts to release her pent up climax.

Both of my hands shift to grab her ass, pulling all of her as close as I can to me. Kneading her cheeks open and closed in time with her release.

I savor her sweet essence, groaning with delight as she keeps coming; a new and extended pleasure for her now with each touch of my mouth onto her body.

She wants to kiss me, and I her. But I know she’s not done here, not yet and it’s some time before her whole climax starts to subside.

I lift myself up, finally feeling she’s spent for now and our mouths seek each other out. Knowing she can taste herself on me, that she can share what I’ve share with her is the best feeling.

Her hands have moved from my head to my face, gripping me firmly and her kiss is like a vault.

Neither of us wanting to let go. Not now, not ever.

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