Page 17 of Possessive Trucker

I gasp and we both groan with intense pleasure. My hands end up behind his neck pulling his whole weight down onto me as he finally fills me all the way with his hardness, which I automatically start to grind and buck against.

If his tongue skills were out of this world, this is sending me into orbit.

I close my eyes, leaning back to take in the magic of his taught body as it moves smoothly against my softness.

Thorn’s a perfect fit, and after he swears at how tight I am, I can feel him smiling to himself as he comments how well we fit together.

His thick, muscular thighs pound against mine, and once he feels how much of him I can take and just how hard I like it, he shifts both his hands under my ass and squeezes me hard with each stroke.

My legs wrap around as much of him as I can reach, and his deep growls and groans, grunts and heaves of satisfaction tell me he’s as pleased as I am.

I open my eyes and see his are fixed on mine, he’s giving me his whole body, mind and soul and it makes me shiver as he discovers a new and special spot deep inside me.

The life of pent up emotions, worries, fears and doubts feels like it’s being wiped out of me with each of Thorn’s strokes.

Once we lock eyes I can feel a new level of connection that’s way beyond the physical, although Thorn’s efforts in that department are fast making my approaching climax more noticeable as my breath quickens and my whole body starts to tense up.

I feel my head starting to bop up and down, nodding and gasping with each thrust, trying to tell him I’m going to come and I want him to as well.

Thorn can feel how close I am, and in a swift movement he has me up off the bed, his arms and hands holding me up from behind as he tucks his legs under himself and quickens his pace until I scream out his name.

I feel his warmth inside me, his hardness pulsing deep in me as I release each wave of my own essence onto his thick shaft.

Thorn’s low animal sound is almost a howl in my ears as we both shiver together, the perfect tangled mess of two souls bound together from now on.

I feel something else though, something bigger than both of us after a few minutes, and as Thorn holds me I look into his eyes, which he raises in understanding.

We lay in total silence, not even needing to speak a word.

I’m his now, he’s mine.

And something shared between both of us has just made the two of us maybe three.

Chapter Fourteen

Thorn

She starts to ask me, she wants to know if it’s possible to get pregnant the first time. But I put my finger to her lips before I kiss them, sealing them.

“Let’s wait and find out,” I tell her, knowing we both feel it but I don’t want to jinx it.

“Today’s been so perfect, Sophie,” I tell her. “Let’s just wait and see,” I tell her again, and make sure to hold her closer than ever as I tell her the only thing that matters now.

“I love you, Sophie. It’s been one day, but my whole life’s led up to this day and I’m so happy to have you in it now,” I tell her, surprised by the emotion in my voice.

Not wanting to sound so emotional, but I can’t help it.

It’s true.

I love her. I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her.

I’m not telling her to hear it back, but when she tells me she loves me too… how she tells me. I just know everything’s gonna work out.

Between us anyway.

The niggling thought of the angry farmer whose daughter I’ve just deflowered circles my mind, but only for a split second.

I can give Sophie any life she wants, whatever she chooses. As long as it’s with me, I don’t think anything else matters. Feeling her kisses as she clenches with me still inside her, hugging me so tight I’m impressed by her strength, I say a silent prayer of thanks.

She’s what makes me whole from now on.

We’re what completes the other.

Far from being tired or worn out, we’re both wound up and after finding her a robe and putting another on myself, I offer her the choice between the grand tour or dinner first.

“Dinner?” she asks. “Are you trying to fatten me up? I’m still full from lunch,” she says, running her hand across her belly, looking shy for a moment.

My own belly rumbles in reply. “Uhh no,” I tell her, matter of fact. “I need to eat, Sophie, and I like to eat. C’mon, let’s eat and then I can show you around.”

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